Camp Fairfax

by kanekiken413

Percy Jackson has been depressed for years now and has decided to put his suicidal thoughts into action. Once he does however, well he can't go through with it because of his friends and the cops. Then, he heads on over to Fairfax, a mental hospital, where he meets another boy he connects with. Suicide, sex, M/M, and self harm. Based on a true story.

1. Chapter 1

Hello everyone! So, I decided to write about the mental hospital in the version of Percy Jackson and the Olympians/ Heroes of Olympus style! I figured it's something hopefully someone will connect with or just get a clear picture of what it's like in one. I'm also currently writing a book on this, so hopefully you all like it.

The air was crisp and clean as the rain lightly sprayed my face. The gun to my left shined as bright as the sun on the Santa Clarita ocean front. I could see the whole city of Brooklyn as I sat on the roof of my two-story, Spanish style home. There wasn't much I felt in this serene moment on the rooftop. The feeling of emptiness was overwhelming me as I heard sirens all around me. With my cell phone in my left hand, my best friend Annabeth's number was staying on the line, filling the void with the sounds of empty promises and sobbing that made it all incomprehensible.

The only reason why I had chosen today, was that there would be no one in my family to witness the horror of my blood splattering the roof. Yet, the most idiotic thing I had done was sending my suicide letter to my two best friends. Now, when I look back at that moment, I believe I wanted to be stopped. Some part of me just didn't want to give up on life yet. I suppose it was just natural selection saying, "Hey, you still need to be here and fulfill your role." Whatever that role is, I still don't know. But, there is something out there for me.

There was a cop trying to hide out in my bitch of a neighbor's driveway with binoculars focused upon none other than me. What I was doing on my roof could easily be seen by the simpletons below, waiting for the my next move as if we were playing a game of chess. But, if anything, we were playing a game of Russian Roulette with my .32 caliber Ruger and I had just lost my luck.

So, please tell me what ya'll think. Should I continue it or not?. If you think that I should let you guys get a sneak peak at the next chapter, so you could get more of a clear picture, here it is.

I, Percy Jackson, haven't always been depressed and suicidal believe it or not. At some point in my life I was happy, wasn't that the same with everyone? I meant at a moment in one's life, they had been happier than another moment in time. Mine was when I was younger and before my mom got with Smelly Gabe, even if my father had left when I was a baby. My mom, Sally, is the nicest person you could ever meet. She always had a smile on her face when I saw her and made me blue food all the time. I feel pretty bad about putting her through all of this shit, but I couldn't take any of Smelly Gabe's antics, I just couldn't. I wish I could have been stronger for her. I wish I could have just been stronger in general. But yet, here I am, in the ambulance strapped down to a gurney, on the way to the hospital.

I wondered how much each individual person can handle sometimes. It's like this huge mystery box that you can't open until your breaking point, and exactly like the meaning of life. Ambiguous. Let me give you one little piece of advice. Life fucks you in the ass, no matter what you're like. For instance, my mom: nice, funny, doesn't harm even a fly, yet she's married to a fat ass drunk, who only sits on his ass all day as she makes minimum wage at a Candy Store. However, don't compare your life to another human beings', because they are completely separate from you. Especially with the types of families out there.

It reminds me of how the Christian belief says that we are all one big family. However, some also wind in that incest and being gay are two no no's. If you look at it quite closely, they say in the bible that Jesus was God's only son, but yet we are all his children. So, we are all a bunch of girls in His eyes. Secondly, sex is screwed up too, since we are all one family, therefore it's incest. Hypocrites they are, all of them. However, that's the technicalities of religion that we are supposed to overlook. What else they damn us to hell for is committing the murder of yourself. Since, you know you are to be able to handle everything Life throws at you. At the same time, they expect you to apologize about how your actions were selfish as they are being selfish for making you suffer even longer in life. My two best friends belief in that, and they realize they do it too. They are the main reason of why I am still alive today. The other half, was me letting my reckless emotions getting me to put down the gun and climb down to the cops.

So, questions, comments, concerns, just inbox me or leave a review. I take everything in the highest respect and concern. Thank you for taking the time to read this and I'm sorry if you think you wasted your time on this.