One Shots [And Headcanons] Percabeth - Percy Jackson - Heroes Of Olympus

Stuck

I've seen this idea a few times and I thought I'd put my own spin on it :) also TRIGGER WARNING - includes self harm and depressing thoughts. Please, if any of you are experiencing any of these problems, I urge you to seek help!

Annabeth POV

I ran the blade across my wrist another time. Ugly. Useless. Worthless. Stupid. Brat. I whispered all these words - the names I'd been called by countless people - as the blood dropped and splashed on the white tiles below.

My step-mom - sweet and kind when my dad is around but the biggest bitch when we are alone. She's beat me and hurt me until I felt numb - once she smashed a vase over my head and I had to tell my dad I had tripped and fallen into a window at school.

Drew... saying her name makes me want to vomit. She's like a real life barbie doll with her bright pink eyeshadow and crayola eyebrows. Her face looks plastic with the glossy setting-spray she bought.
She kicked me with her stiletto heels in the stomach more than once. Pulled my hair. Slapped me around as five of her friends held me down. I could've fought back but it always left me stunned and after a while I just gave up.

And that's what I'm doing now. Giving up. It's what I do best. Once upon a time people would've never thought that "Annabeth" and "give up" would be used in the same sentence but it's the norm now. I've started failing my grades and my dad thinks I'm a mistake. He's put me in therapy but I almost never cooperate. He pretends to not know that I cut but I see how he looks at my wrists and stomach. He just doesn't care.

There is alway this voice in the back of my mind that says "he does care, he just doesn't know how to ask you." But i always brush it away. His struggle is because I'm a girl. I remind him of my mom. I'm sure he never loved her either.

As I feel my conscience slip away I am reminded that I have no place in this world, nevertheless, I am stuck here.

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I wake up in the hospital - I know it's the hospital because I have been here countless times.

The first thing I think is damn, I'm still here.

Then I think I am hopeless because of my depressing first thought. But, hey, that's me. Miss depresso.

A nurse sees that I'm awake and rushed away - probably to get a doctor.

Doctor Apollo. Ah, my favourite. Note the sarcasm. In all honesty, he's not too bad. He just jokes around all the time and make inappropriate gestures.

He walked in with a serious face, which made me scared because he is almost never serious...

"Ahh, Annabeth. Back again I see? That's the third time this month. I've been talking to your father about your, ah, condition, and we have come to the conclusion to send you to a therapy boot camp." Apollo states.

Boot camp? I hate therapy but a boot camp? Where is the door to hell. Show me now and I'll be gone.

Quickly noticing my outraged and annoyed expression he says "oh, don't worry too much! Lots of other kids your age will be there. Think of it as a mental asylum!" Then he sees my expression change to horror and quickly adds "go and make some friends. Enjoy yourself! I know many patients that go there and they are all very similar to you. I must run, but good luck!" He says and hurries out the door before he can make anything even worse.

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I got out of the car and walked into the reception of the camp fast, my dad hot on my heels. He checked me in and they told me to go to the cafeteria, where other staff will show me to my room and roommates. I walked through the doors without a goodbye to my father and headed down the hall. I followed the signs on the walls and passed a few small 'rooms'. It looked more like a jail here than a camp. As I winded my way to a big cafeteria that was empty except for a few staff I thought about who I'd meet here. Would I have actual friends for the first time in years?