As you can see, here is a brand new story. It is slightly darker than my normal stories but I'm trying to give my fans some new taste.

Percy's POV:

The blood ran free on my arm, giving me a new taste of experience. Those was the first words that went through my mind as the blade slid down my arm. My eyes stared at the new, finally formed line that now was plastered on my left arm. This... was the taste of new freedom.

I sat on the floor of my cabin, feeling the blood dripping down onto my jeans. My eyes looked at the scars of other cutting times. The blade was in my hand, ready to go again. The pain didn't bother me at all. I've been doing this ever since I was sixteen, when my life flipped upside down.

I was now seventeen, cutting and leaving marks on myself to get rid of the unforgetful pain that will always be attached to me.

I bit my lip as I cut one of the other scars that I have mad. I have never done this before; my first time ever clasping with another scar. The pain was little, like the first time I ever cut my actual wrist. I was so used to the pain of cutting scars onto my skin, it didn't bother me.

I took the blade into my left hand, getting ready to mark my right arm. I was mostly attacking the skin on my left arm because I was right-handed. I marked my right arm before throwing the blade into the box of valuables. I sat on the floor, leaning my head onto my bed. I bit my lip as the pain went through my veins. I stared at the plain ceiling and settled myself looking at one spot on the ceiling, concentrating on that spot as the pain shook my veins.

After that was done, I looked at my arms. The blood was done coming out and I stood up, walking to the bathroom. I cleaned my arms off and dried them off, carefully, before looking at the scars.

My left arm was over-lapping other scars. I had more damage on that arm than my right arm. That has some scars but the left arm was the beast. I heard a knock on my cabin door and I covered my wounds. I pulled my black long-sleeve over them and opened the door. There was my best friend, Annabeth Chase, waiting for me.

"Hey, what were you doing in there?" she asked.

I blinked. "Uh, just reading a book"

"Hmm..." she muttered. She left it alone and looked at me. "So, are you ready to go?"

"Yeah" I said, grabbing my hoodie.

We walked out of my cabin, side by side. Annabeth and I have been friends ever since I met her last year. She was the only one I had left. The sad thing is... she didn't know I cut my arms and scar myself.

I'll tell you one thing though. Annabeth was the most gorgerous girl I have laid eyes on. She had curly, blonde hair like a princesses. Annabeth is the kind of girl that you don't what to mess with. She didn't care what people thought about her; atleast I think she doesn't. The one thing that surprised me about her but the one thing I love most about her... is her eyes. They are grey; not a normal color of eyes but she pulls them off.

When we got to the campfire, I sat next to her on the tree log. Annabeth called over Grover and his girlfriend, Juniper. We're also good friends with them. They don't know either about me.

"Why were you guys late?" Juniper asked.

"Percy was reading a book" Annabeth rolled her eyes.

"Again?" Grover asked.

"Yeah" she answered.

I held my hand's up. "Books are really good'

Juniper looked at me. "Hmm, it's just weird"

"What?" I asked.

"It's just last year, you hated books. Ever since October last year, you loved books"

"What does that have to do with anything?" I asked, getting irritated.

"There's also something else weird" Grover stated.

"What now?" I asked, annoyed.

"You always wear long sleeves with a jacket. Even when you wear short-sleeves, you have to have a hoodie"

I bit my lip. "No reason. I'm just always cold"

"Always, huh?" Juniper asked. "Then what do you do in your room, every week?"

I gritted my teeth at them. "None of your dang business!"

Annabeth put her hand on my shoulder. "Just leave him alone, guys"

My anger died down and I leaned my head on her shoulder. I was tired of Grover and Juniper always doing this to me.

"Thank you, Wise Girl" I whispered in her ear.

"No problem, Seaweed Brain"

I smiled at the sound of my nickname. Grover and Juniper must of said something wrong because Annabeth then grabbed my hand and pulled me up, walking away from the campfire.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Just anywhere from there" she answered, walking to her cabin.

I followed her and stood on the deck. Annabeth stopped at her door.

"I'll see you in the morning" she whispered.

"What did they say?" I questioned.

"Just something..." she blushed.

I raised my eyebrow but left it alone. Annabeth then smiled and gave me a hug before walking into the cabin, shutting the door behind her.

I walked back into my cabin, stripping into my boxers and T-shirt. I fell on my bed, looking at the blood-red scars on my arms. I traced one of them and winced at the pain they gave. Note to self: never do that again.

I pulled the covers over me and stared at the blank spot that I stared at earlier. My eyes stared drifting as I fell asleep.

I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter of the new story.

Review and tell me what you think. I want to try something new and try something darker. I hoped I did good.

-HunterofArtemis32