Guess Who Fell Apart (Percy Jackson)

I'm Writing This Letter, And Wishing You Well

Grover

Percy and I were hanging out a few days later. Him and Annabeth broke up, but he seemed fine about it. He's been busy. Accepted into an art school, working on his portfolio in his free time.

He took an apple out of the fridge.

"You want anything!" My best friend asked, motioning at the fridge.

"Nah, I'm good."

"Suit yourself." Percy said, walking over to the bathroom, and picking up a little bottle, opening it up, taking something out of it and closing it back up, putting it away as he walked back over, stuck it in his mouth and I slapped him, knowing that was a pill. One he probably shouldn't be taking and it came out of his mouth sure enough.

"What the hell?" Percy asked me, seemingly pissed by that.

"Why are you doing pills?" I asked him. "You know better than that, Percy."

"I'm supposed to take them, Grover." The son of Poseidon informed me. "They were prescribed to me for the rest of the summer before I have another check up."

He picked it up and tossed it, grabbing another one and swallowing it, then started to eat his Apple to rid of the taste.

"Okay, but for what?" I asked. "Your ADHD?"

"My ADHD is gone," my best friend updated me," my Dyslexia is still there. No, instead I developed PTSD and MDD. The pills are for the MDD."

With no clue what MDD actually was, I asked somebody else.

Clarisse and I were hanging out later on. We do here and there, not too often. A few times a month. We always have.

"Random question," I brought it up to the daughter of Ares," do you know what MDD stands for?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Curious."

"Ah." Clarisse said and answered my question," MDD. Major Depressive Disorder."

Clarisse was going to college to be a psychiatric counselor. Help people with mental disorders and what not. She's always had a huge heart for people with things like depression and autism and what not. Her mom had really bad anxiety so it came from that partially. And then seeing everyone here, too.

"Is there somebody here that has MDD?" Now this had her attention. "Last I checked, Nico was cleared for Minor."

"Uh, yeah, Percy." I answer her question," Apparently it showed up when he had a check up the other day."

Well I decided Percy and I could head out for a day and bum around the city. He needed art crap anyways, and time away after a month of being at Camp wasn't a bad idea. Just to get away for at least a few hours, and were in a store at the mall, got some stuff, and walking to a Hot Topic there because Hot Topic, somebody yelled our names.

"Percy! Grover!"

We looked around and didn't see anyone, so we kept walking and they caught up with us and grabbed our shoulders and Percy almost flipped the dude before we saw who it was and I was astonished, a little confused.

"Luke?"

It was Luke Castellan, blue eyes. His voice and all. Him.

"How are you here?" I asked him.

"Last summer." He explained as we all got lunch. "The Doors of Death were open, free for all. They always said if you're idiotic enough to fight through Tartarus, survive, and get out the doors, you're free, they won't get you unless you die again, but they wouldn't come because you left, and I figured it couldn't be that bad. Which it was, but worth it. Ended up in Greece. Pain in the ass, I've only been in the States for a couple days. How has camp been since I died?"