History Has It's Eyes On You (Percy Jackson)

5.

Octovain

I almost had a heart attack at that moment.

"What?" I asked the mother.

"Its as weird to me as it is you, he had almost no brain activity. And if it's some blessing from Apollo or something—"

"He's not on the throne, his powers were taken, he's been at Camp, its not him."

"Well then I don't know, but he's up. Not very happy. But he's up. I just saw him, I'm heading to work and I work a triple shift today, I won't be home until tomorrow morning. Paul's sick with the flu so he can't do a whole lot, so I was just wondering if you or somebody Percy knows could maybe just keep tabs on him in case something does happen and I need to leave work? I know it's a lot to ask."

"No, that's fine, don't worry about it," I assure her," I'll figure it out, let everyone else know."

She thanked me a million times over before hanging up and they all look at me, knowing something happened and Sally was the one who called.

"What happened to him?" The fear in their voice.

I hinged a breath before saying anything.

"He woke up," I told them," Sally wants somebody to keep tabs on him, she's working a triple shift tonight. She did say he isn't very happy right now."

"How is that possible? He was nearly brain dead," Clarisse remarked.

We look at Will.

"I don't know, it doesn't seem possible," he told us," but it obviously is."

Luke

I made mistakes.

I made big mistakes.

Not ones of the past, I mean those, too. But more recently.

I decided I'm going to see Percy, say hi, and ask how he's been. Sometimes talking helps. Not always. But usually. Octovain did say he kind of doesn't have a therapist anymore.

He was sitting on the hospital bed; relaxed. It was a new sight from Percy. Usually he would seem calm but if you study how he is, he's constantly tense. All the time.

Let me tell you, he didn't look sad.

Percy Jackson was pissed off.

But anyways, he had headphones on and he saw me and jumped literally off the bed, trying to find like the emergency caller.

"Dammit!" You could tell he was pissed off just by looking at him," and they said I wouldn't be seeing things! Bastard liars!"

And then I noticed it:

Frustration.

He was bad. He was frustrated. Maybe even disappointed by something.

Because at the same time he looked ready to punch a wall while he also looked ready to have an emotional breakdown.

I didn't want to deal with either.

"Hey, Percy, calm down," I tried to calm him down and that failed me.

"Get away from me! You're not even real!"

"Yes, I am."

"No, you're not! Okay!? Luke died two years ago! I saw him die! I watched him kill himself!"

"Yes, you did," I agreed," but I'm back."

"No—"

"Yes." I didn't let him get any further than that. "You're frustrated, Percy. You're upset. Why? I don't know, maybe because you tried to kill yourself and it didn't work? Maybe because you're confused about what's going on in your head? Because you don't want to face what's happening to yourself? I don't know. But I'm here. I'm real. Okay? Octovain told me what happened along with Thalia and all of them before Annabeth tried to kill me."

And he just fell silent. This stern, forced look on his face that just didn't seem like him.

Percy was fighting something and it was something he just can't win against.

"But I'm here," I went on talking, " okay, Octovain told me about the depression and the anxiety and that you don't exactly have help for either of those anymore. I get that. Depression sucks. I was lucky enough to move on from it and rid it from my life, that's why I ran away. Usually I blame my mom for that, and it was part of it. Okay, she irritated the hell out of to the point where I couldn't emotionally deal with it because I was suicidal, I wanted to die, and I almost did. I got involved with drugs, heroin, weed, crack cocaine, even meth. Alcohol, I always drank. Smoking. Sex. I did it all. One day Octovain told me in school that if I didn't straighten my shit out we wouldn't hang out anymore. All of my friends told me that. My mom didn't care, she was on LSD and Cocaine. She gave me Cocaine when I was 12. So I ran away, and guess what? I didn't have a choice but to cold turkey almost everything. I never touched medicine because I hated the stuff but it's the same thing, same idea. You feel so bad about yourself you don't see any other choice but to turn to this thing or these things that should take away the pain but will just make it 10 times worse when the effect is gone. But when I left, and when I had no way to get anything it almost killed me. Almost. I almost killed myself more times than I can count. But I met Thalia and we were on the run for 8 months together and she got me back on my feet so my mind wasn't constantly thinking about drugs and alcohol and tobacco and where on earth can I find some because now I had a friend who cared about me and who I cared about in an odd sister sort of relationship. And when we ran into Annabeth it was this little 6, 7 year old girl who ran away because of her parents neglecting her. Something I knew all too well and I knew I wasn't allowing her to get into drugs or anything like that. She would not turn into me by any means possible. So we took her in and when camp came along and Thalia died, I did a relapse with smoking and alcohol and I wasn't there for her, I forgot that she was grieving, too. That's why she got so clingy when I did drop everything. That's why she continues to be that way. I made a stupid decision. And more than once. Don't do the same thing, Percy. Get a different doctor that will prescribe what you need, find another therapist that you can talk to. Don't hook yourself onto opium and medical marijuana and whatever else. There are ways out of this shithole. Trust me, I didn't want to believe it, either. But there is. You just have to find the way that leads you out into happiness and enjoyment and just life."

Now Percy after that must've cried for another 15 minutes. It was a lot, he let almost everything out. Everything.

But the hospital allowed him to leave after that and he did; which after he let it all out, he seemed to feel better from what I could at least tell.

We head to where he lives considering he did need a new outfit.

And Paul was sick. Yes he was.

"I'd go over and give you a hug," Paul let Percy know, "but I don't want you to feel like shit when you already feel like shit. I am sick."

Percy said it was fine and suddenly here came Poseidon.

Who decided it was answer to yell, curse, and lecture his child about something Poseidon didn't even understand.