In Tartarus, something was turned on in Tartarus. It had nothing to do with Tartarus. Really, it had nothing to do with the gods in general. And Percy himself never realized this. Sure, he'd have shortages. But that's just the ADHD. When he has a seizure, people realize that he has something going on. Something Percy himself doesn't even know about.

As we all know, Percy Jackson was abused as a child by his of-the-time step dad, Gabe. The man was nasty and he left a scar on Percy. Physically and mentally. It's been nearly 6 years since Gabe's death. Percy had been doing so well, he was coping, he was moving on. But he got a call that sent him running to help. That Leo Valdez had fallen into depression. That he was talking about suicide. Gabe beat depression into Percy's brain, and that's something he never got over. He still remains depressed, no matter how well he hides it, Percy still wants to kill himself. But he won't.

It was my first back to New York after six months. I was looking forward to this. To going back to camp. Seeing my friends, and having fun for another summer. And for those of you who haven't figured it out yet, I was abused a child. And this caused some pretty shitty depression at a young age. It didn't help that I didn't have any friends. But I came here, and friends happened and the depression went away. It might pop up, but that was more so grief. I haven't thought about suicide since I was 14. That's a really long time. Well, okay, I did once in Tartarus but that wasn't killing myself, that was just giving up. So it doesn't count, okay?

And it's not a made up a thing in my head. It's not something I use for attention. It certainly isn't this long feeling of sadness. It's also something I don't speak of to others. And why, you may wonder, wouldn't I tell? Because when I do, this is what I'm told: "It's just in your head" "Well don't be so down about yourself then" "Suck it up, attention whore" "Then stop being sad" And if they don't say anything, its pity. It's a look of guilt and pity and sometimes a look of fear. They call me names. Freak, faggot, the normal stupid names. When they hear of depression, most people don't realize it's something that you have no control over. It's just there, it just happens. Sure, you can go to therapy. You can take medication. You can guide it, but there is no controlling it. When people see who you really are. That's when the truth comes out. When your best friends can turn to enemies and your enemies to become a best friend. My name is Perseus Jackson. And this is my story.