Hullo here. This is a real serious topic. I really wanted people to be aware of it and to know it's happening all around us. We really should try to stop it. The idea kind of popped into my head when I discovered my friend was cutting herself. Now she feels a lot better and I try to help her as best as I can. And for anorexia, let's say that I know what it feels like to be hungry but not being able to bring yourself to eat. Anyway I'm a lot better now. There's a lot of depression in here too, normal because it happens a lot when feeling unsecure about life. If you happen to be self-harming yourself, know that you are not the only one. There are so many people who can help you ! And I'm here for you- at least one person in the world who cares for you. Review if you have ever been self- harming yourself or had depression before. I'll try to help and support you as much as I can because I care about you.

-Annabel Jones

Chapter 1

I deeply suggest you read this when listening to the song, River Flows in You, played on the piano and 1 hour version. It makes the writing better and sadder.

Percy's POV

Percy came home and his mom wasn't here yet. Good. He threw his bag on the floor and locked himself in his bedroom. Just in time. He could hear his mom and his stepdad entering the flat, arguing. Percy covered his ears with his hands but it did little to cover the noise. He could still listen to his parents angry shouts. The next day he'd see bruises all over his mom, even as she had obviously put a ton of concealer in order to hide it. Percy hated himself. He wished he'd never been born. He wished he was dead. Percy stood up and wiped his tears furiously. He was so tired of crying. He was so sick of everything. He took his razor in his hand, weighting it. As he passed the blade lightly on the inside of his breath, he exhaled a long held breath. Blood oozed from the cut. He slowly added another cut and another one and another until he couldn't see the cuts anymore because it was so covered in blood. He could feel the pain, but that pain gave him satisfaction. It made him forget, at least for a minute, that his fucking life sucked.

That night, when he went to bed, he looked through his window, at the stars and wished he wasn't so alone.

. . .

In school, Percy walked in the corridor, surrounded by people talking, lauging, walking, living. They were only a blur to Percy thought, an evaporating mist. As he elbowed his way in, he locked eyes with a pretty girl. Annabeth Chase. She was the most popular girl in the school. Teachers, students, parents everyone loved her. Everyone except Percy. All he felt towards that girl was disgust and anger. Disgust at all the silly and girly stuff all the popular kids went on about. Anger because it wasn't fair that Percy's life had to suck while Annabeth's life was all fun and cool stuff. But just like the cuts, he was not allowed to show his feelings. He smiled and turned toward Grover, his best friend. He laughed and talked, but he felt like he was acting on a stage except that this was real life. He smiled even thought he felt like a dying. But that was his whole life. Acting. Faking. He bit his lip and wished he'd die. If only I wasn't so alone in this world, he thought. Maybe someone would care.

Annabeth's POV

Annabeth came home and her stepdad wasn't here yet. Good. She couldn't stand the sound of his muffled sobs anymore. She threw her bag on the flor and locked herself in the bathroom. She felt so lonely, even as she was surrounded by all her 'friends'. She curled into a ball and wept. Mom where are you when I need you ? After what felt like hours, she stood up and wiped her tears ragously. She looked at herself in the mirror. She had a boyfriend, tons of friends. Everybody loved her. So why did she feel so unwanted, so lonely ? She slowly removed her clothes until she was standing in her underwear infront of the big bathroom mirror. The image she saw made her chest hurt. She couldn't believe she'd been going to school all these years without realising. I'm fat. Soo fat. Annbeth started to panick, her dance competition was only a month away. From now on, she decided that she would do all her best to be thin just like dancers were supposed to be.

That night, when she went to bed, she looked through her window, at the stars and wished she wasn't so alone.

. . .

In school, Annabeth walked in the corridor surrounded by all the other popular kids. She was smiling even if everything was wrong inside her. Her best friend Rachel looked at her.

'What's wrong Annabeth ? You look tired and you didn't eat that much for lunch.'

'I'm fine,' Annabeth replied. 'I was just not feeling hungry.'

Rachel nodded before turning back to their friends. It's like she just forgot about it. Then she locked eyes with a pretty boy with sea-green eyes. Percy Jackson. He wasn't really popular but everyone knew him. Annabeth even knew that some of her friends thought he looked cute. He smiled at her and she smiled back. Not because she felt like it but because she had to. She was so angry. Angry at the world for making her life suck. Angry at Percy for having a nice life with nothing wrong to make him feel as if he were dying at every seconds. Angry at her friends for having nothing serious to worry about. She hated her life. She wished she was dead. She was so sick of pretending. Pretending she was happy, cheerful and so much more. She felt like her life was a play in which she was the main character. Everything that happened, she'd act it.If only I wasn't so alone in this world, she thought. Maybe someone would care.