Percy
My depression decided to act up a few days later and I was alone in the house and I took Riptide to my wrists and legs and stomach. Steal some of Lee's alcohol being he was of age and popped since pain killers before a wave of black over powered me.
I woke up in a hospital.
Grover
So they shipped Percy to camp again because he couldn't be at school for the rest of term due to him being a dumbass when his depression acted up.
He tried killing himself. He had high alcohol levels, blood loss and an overdose on advil by crushing all the pills and mixing it with juice, knowing water would cure him.
The thing is, we didn't know until Beckendorf, Lee, Michael, and Castor barged into camp with him like that and half dead. It was almost time for breakfast when they arrived. In the middle of a council meeting.
Will was sort of pulled out of the meeting and Apollo from activities.
Percy's depression stayed away from most of camp. Just the council and well when he shows up like that, you can imagine camp would know. And it spread like wildfire.
The thing is:
They didn't it like they treated Nico. They treated it like they felt bad for him, that they wished he would've spoken up about it, praying he'd be fine.
That was a major difference to when Nico walked around here.
Which wasn't right at all.
The one person word managed to stay away from was William. When he walked by everyone shut up.
Until he got hurt in Capture the Flag that night and he had to go to the infirmary.
Pollux didn't even know Castor was here until dinner. Which was hell.
So Pollux decided to sit with us today because why not. He does here and there. Beckendorf did, too. So did Lee, so did Michael.
Here came person #4, sitting down across from his brother, not even realizing he did so, being mid conversation with Lee.
"My gods, Austin can really kick when he wants to." Michael remarked.
"He can punch, too." Lee added on. "My fucking gods. It still hurts. They won't tell us who the new dude is, though."
"What did Pollux do to you?" Michael asked the demigod.
"I don't know yet, I haven't seen him yet. Assuming he's alive. People die all the time here I'm pretty sure. Or maybe college. Maybe he's happy and married or something. I don't know. IM's never worked very well in the UK, otherwise I probably would know."
Pollux just left the table and went to his cabin.
"Who was that?" They all asked.
"Pollux."
The guilt on Castor's face was immense.
"I'll be back. Hopefully."
Castor
I chased down my twin brother to our cabin, which hasn't changed too much aside the fact that my stuff was gone. Or it seemed that way.
Until I entered his room.
And holy shit, let me tell you, I didn't even recognize him. I would've known his voice, but he didn't talk at the table at all.
Pollux had been the neater of the two of us, with out a doubt.
