Suicidal Seven

Percy~Alone

Hostage by Billie Eilish

It wasn't the first time Annabeth had caught him doing self-harm. She'd sit with him for the rest of the night and talk to him, telling him how much she loved him and that they would get through this together.

But Percy wasn't deserving of her love. He'd done so many terrible things in his life. So many. All the deaths he was accountable for? He couldn't even count them on his fingers. He also felt really shitty 97% of the time. He had learned to hide it well, even Annabeth couldn't tell all the time.

But as soon as he was alone...well he felt very alone. It was just him and his dark thoughts and the razor. Tartarus nightmares sure didn't help his depression or anxiety either. Gods, he hated being alone. But Annabeth was at the campfire. She told him to go get some sleep. She seemed annoyed with him for some reason. Lucky or unlucky for him, Percy was sure she had many reasons to choose from.

So Percy sat alone against the far wall of his cabin, lit only by a lamp and his father's fountain. Tyson had fixed it since he'd sliced it open, but it still gurgled strangely every once in awhile. Percy found that comforting as he sat there, knife in hand, blood pooling in the crooks of his elbows and the knuckles on his fingers.

It wasn't long before he drifted off, hopefully never to wake again.

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Annabeth sat staring at the flames at the campfire. She had an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach that she did not like at all. Percy had been sitting with her awhile ago. Leo had been making faces at her and she gave him the finger on more than one occasion. It was simple enough to say she was a little annoyed.

Then she noticed Percy, staring into the flames, much like she was doing now. She told him to get some sleep. She knew he didn't sleep much and she knew he was probably tired. He just nodded dejectedly and crept off to his cabin.

It'd been about thirty minutes since then and Annabeth couldn't shake this horrible feeling. She squeezed past Nico and Will and jogged to Cabin 3.

She knocked once. Twice. "Percy?" she asked. No answer. Annabeth was getting worried so she just opened the door. The smell hit her first. She knew well the smell of blood. Her eyes searched frantically for Percy, and finally found him in the dark folds of the sparsely lit room.

He sat against the wall, his head lolled to the side. Her eyes filled horror as she took a step back. "Will!" She screamed as loud as she could, praying her voice would reach him.

She ran past Percy, skidding to a stop in his bathroom. She threw open the cupboard and grabbed some bandages he kept there. She got back to Percy and gently grabbed his arms. The cuts were pretty deep and bleeding fairly badly. The skin around them was papery and purple. She quickly wrapped one and then the other.

He was still breathing, thank the gods, but he wasn't looking too good. "Oh, Percy," she whispered. She glanced out the open doorway at the campfire. They were still singing and being loud so Will probably hadn't heard her.

She considered yelling again, but thought better of it. She couldn't waste any more time. She pecked Percy on the cheek and ran out the door for the campfire.

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Will was too focused on getting lost in Nico di Angelo's gorgeous eyes to notice a certain daughter of Athena sprinting toward him. It had been a pretty laid back day at Camp and everyone was having a great time at the campfire. What could possibly go wrong?

Will noticed a flash of purple in the golden flames. Fear. He glanced up. Annabeth was almost in front of him. "Will," was all she said, and his happy mood dissolved. Will knew something was horribly wrong and just like that, he was in doctor mode. He failed to notice everyone get quiet, the music stopping.

Annabeth was already on her way back to the cabin, Will close behind her. Once in the cabin, Will skidded on his knees next to Percy. The son of Apollo understood instantly what had happened and went right to work to fix it.

He held one of Percy's wrists in each hand and closed his eyes in concentration. He didn't seem to process Nico joining his side as he started to sing a hymn to his father. His hands glowed golden.

After he'd gotten the cuts mostly closed, he stood. He hoisted Percy into his arms, grunting at the weight. Will was a lot stronger than he looked. He often had to carry patients to the infirmary. Sometimes, if he'd done a lot of healing, he'd need help, but he figured he could manage seeing as Cabin 3 was close to the infirmary.

"Nico, go get some more Apollo campers from the campfire. Annabeth, run ahead and get a bed ready."

They both complied, taking off in different directions.

Will went as fast as he could to the infirmary. When he got there, Annabeth and Kayla were there, and Austin and Nico were right behind him coming in the door. He set Percy on the bed and they all went to work keeping him alive.

They worked until the wee hours, finally stabilizing him for good at around three in the morning. Will was breathing hard and wiped the sweat from his brow on his sleeve. He was still humming under his breath.

The next morning Percy woke up in tears, saying things like "I should've cut deeper" and "I'm sorry".

Will and the other Apollo kids left Percy and Annabeth to talk.

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Percy hated the way Annabeth was looking at him. She looked so sad and heartbroken, it made him feel even worse. But then there was that other part of him that felt grateful for everything she had done. He was almost thankful she found him. Almost.

"You know there will never be a time when I don't love you, Percy. I'll ways be here for you. You are the most important aspect of my life. I need you to know that you are loved," Annabeth said, carefully taking his hand.

"I know," he whispered. "I love you too."