Warning: Persistent Depression Disorder and gay content

BTW in my story the oracle can date.

"Being a nerd, I read all the time. I'm a huge geek. I never talk to anyone. People used to bully me. I used to care about what they said. But what's the point? They'll just keep being terrible. I tried to do everything to get them out of my head. But now I don't care. I don't care anymore." I cracked, "I don't care anymore!" I screamed. I started crying. I hate my life. I hate my life.

"So I-I took the knife! Okay! I admit I took the knife! But I'm not in depression! Look at me!" I tried to smile. It didn't work. Mostly, I just wanted them to leave me alone. It wouldn't affect their life If I actually killed myself. They don't care about me. They care about the money.

"Amelia, your condition is called Persistent Depression Disorder. You need counseling Amelia. You need help." My therapist said. I don't care about what he said. I'm not in depression. I'M NOT IN DEPRESSION! "Amelia, when you're depressed, the body is also damaged. You'll have stomach aches commonly. You're in denial Amelia. This is extremely common for people in this condition."

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" I screamed. "LEAVE ME ALONE!"

I stormed off. Or I tried to. The door was locked. I couldn't escape.

I looked around. I could only see grey. Grey. Grey. Grey. The room was becoming smaller, a sense of claustrophobia took over me. I started screaming.

I passed out.

"My name is Amelia Hartsfield. I'm sixteen years old. 2 weeks ago my best friend killed herself. 1 week ago I tried to kill myself. According to doctors I have a severe case of Persistent Depression Disorder. I have been bullied my whole life. Laughed at, pushed around. Hurt. Both mentally and physically. I was never accepted in my home. About 3 weeks ago I decided enough is enough. But my sister hid the pills. When Ann killed herself, I knew I couldn't keep going. So I took my dad's cooking knife and started slicing my arms. I passed out with a smile. But when I woke up I was at the hospital, not with my best friend. My sister was crying over me. I cried. It didn't work. I'm still stuck here." I told the people that were sitting around me. My sister decided I should be in group therapy so they put me here.

I looked around. I didn't recognize any of them. Everyone seemed to carry a sense of sadness in here. A lot of the teens had scars around their neck and arms. One had a bullet wound on his shoulder.

I saw a kid in black that reminded me of my brother. The kid was Emo, or at least he looked so. After hearing someone else's story I stood up and excused myself to the bathroom. I then snuck out the window and headed home.

My sister was cooking my family a meal. I could smell it from my room. I entered from my window, not wanting to speak to my family.

I read a bit. Thought about my life problems. Life was hard. I hate life. What has life ever given me? I considered trying to do it again. Then I could be with Ann. I loved her.

Let me tell you this. I'm gay. There. That's part of the reason people laughed at me. I got out of the closet and took it to the open. After that only Ann and my sister accepted me. I fell in love with Ann.

She took my virginity. I didn't take hers.

I remember the night.

We were drunk.

Someone had spiked our drinks, but we didn't mind. At the moment I wasn't out of the closet. People still liked me. I was planning on leaving that stupid messed up closet that day.

So someone spiked our drinks. At parties like this, It was pretty common. I mean it was a party. It didn't matter.

We were drunk.

Two weeks later, she killed herself.

Someone had taken a picture of us and posted it on the internet.

In her suicide card, she said she loved me. But as a friend. She said she regretted taking advantage of me like that. Since she was mostly straight and I was gay.

My sister went inside my room, "Hey, how did Therapy go?" She took my hand, "Don't tell me you left early." I looked at the floor, "Well, dinner's ready. Do you want me to bring it up to you?" I nodded.

To cheer me up she made me my favorite meal. Spaghetti. I ate it. Happy at least someone wanted me alive.

I cried myself to sleep. It was the only way I could. The next day was my first day of school, I hadn't gone since I attempted suicide.

I changed.

I was walking across the parking lot. My sister just dropped me off.

As I walked everyone stared at me. I put my hoodie up and kept walking. No one laughed at me, they just stared. I saw the weird me guy again. Did he just transfer? Or was he always there and I never noticed him?

He looked at me in the eye. He seemed to understand my situation and shouted, "Can you all just stop staring at her please!" His voice seemed powerful. Everyone stopped looking at me but sneaked the occasional peak.

"Thank you," I whispered.

The nights were always rough.

I scream. There's blood. I see Ann. She's hanging from her room. I touch her. She's cold. I scream. Call her parents. Then I wake up, reliving my memories.

I was the first to see her dead after she texted me to come over.

I scream when I wake up. My sister came to my room, crying.

She calms me and herself. Tells me it's okay. She's here for me. I'm okay. I fall asleep.

I wake up screaming again. My sister decides to stay in my room this time. She doesn't go to sleep, for in case I have a heart attack because of the nightmares.

After dropping me off she told me she was going to catch some sleep.

I don't believe her.

The guy asks, "Are you okay."

Which I responded to, "Yes, I'm fine." I don't think he believed me.

I tried to cover up the bruises on my face with make-up. I had bruised myself in the hospital. Hitting my head with the wall until I passed out. After that, they kept straps on my arms so that I don't stand up again.

"Are you sure you're fine?"

"Yes, I'm fine." Then I exploded. I cried. I hit my head with the locker, which took some of my make-up off and exposed my bruises.

"Hey, it's okay." He held me in his arms while I cried into his shoulder. I don't even know this dude.

"My name's Nico by the way." He said.

"I-I-I'm… Natalie." That was when I decided to change my name.

"Hmmm, are you sure?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm changing it." After that, we skipped school. He took me to a lawyer to change my name.

My proper introduction: Hi, I'm Natalie Hartsfield. I'm sixteen years old.

Nico and I became best friends after that. He slowly took me out of my depressive condition. After I hung out with him, the doctors said I was getting better. Which rejoiced my sister.

I started smiling more. I accepted myself for who I am, even if I was gay after that people started

accepting me too.

Nico and I both stopped going to group therapy. Since we never really attended anyway.

After we quit. Nico told me his story. He's gay too.

He used to have a boyfriend, Will Solace, who breaks his heart by cheating on him. After that, he too attempted suicide and played it off as an accident. He told her that besides her only two other people knew that his attempted suicide wasn't an accident.

He told me that he would take me to a place where he was safe. The only place she had friends that weren't her. He said I was going to meet one of his best friends. And by his description, this guy was perfect.

And I was happy.

We went to this hill with a pine tree. On the pine tree, there was something glittering. Something gold.

"Wow! That's beautiful!" I looked down at the valley. It was beautiful.

Nico looked at me strangely, " You can see it?" What kind of question was that?

"Of course I can dummy! I may have attempted suicide but I'm not blind!"

He flinched.

"Oh! Of course!"

He then took me to the beautiful valley. Where I saw extraordinary things.

Pegasi (I thought those were fictional!), A lava wall (I so wanna climb it), and so many other cool stuff. I could live here!

Nico took me to this weird blue house. Inside was a man in a wheelchair, who seemed familiar for some reason. He saw me and his eyes expanded. As if he was surprised I was there.

Why? It wasn't as if I knew him or something.

"Chiron this is-" Nico began

"Amelia Hartsfield." How the heck does this man know my name?

"Natalie Hartsfield" I corrected him.

"How do you know her Chiron?" Nico asked him.

At that moment a beautiful blond girl walked in. With a boy, she was holding hands with.

Dang it! Hot girl unavailable.

"Hey Chi- Hey Nico! Who is this?" She pointed at me.

"A friend. Chiron how do you know her?" He asked again.

"I knew her parents. Owen and Christina Hartsfield. They're both demigods. Owen was the son of Apollo and Christina was a daughter of Athena."

He studied me and stood up. But when he stood up I screamed. There weren't legs, there were… Horse legs.

Ever since my attempt, When I'm startled I get panic attacks. Nico knew this and caught me while I was falling.

When I woke up there was that beautiful girl again, taking care of me.

I tried to sit up but my head hurt. The girl gave me a delicious drink, and then my head didn't hurt anymore.

What is this place?

I looked at the girl. One of the most beautiful people I've ever seen. By her appearance, she was around 20 or 21.

"Hi!" The girl said. Wow, she was hot.

"I'm Annabeth Chase."

"I'm Natalie," I said. I sat up.

"You had a panic attack last night. Are you okay?"

Nico didn't tell her about my suicide attempt, did he? That's private.

"I'm fine."

"You're not fine." She looked at me with concern.

"You look as if you had a hard life."

I let it out. I mean this girl seems to have powers. "I fell in love with someone she killed herself." I quickly said. I don't think she caught she or herself.

"It's okay." She touched my arm, that movement made my eyes flutter.

"I don't think you heard me right. She killed herself." Nope, she didn't catch it. She seemed surprised.

She recovered from her surprise. "It doesn't matter if it's a she or a he. You are still a person and if people don't want you because of that then screw them."

No, screw me!

At that moment a boy walked in. In straight standard this guy was hot. In mine, he's just another cute guy.

He kissed Annabeth and saluted me.

"Natalie, this is Percy, my boyfriend. Percy, this is Natalie."

"Sup"

"Hi," I said nervously.

After Annabeth and Dr. Solace (Nico's ex who I treated like trash since he broke his heart) finally excused me from the infirmary, I left to hang out with Nico and get to know the place.

Annabeth went with her boyfriend to the lake.

While Nico was showing me around I got myself a weapon. I got myself a knife. After my attempt, I got pretty good with knives.

Every time I thought about killing myself I would take a knife and throw it at a specific spot on a tree in my backyard. The knife would never hit the hole I was trying to throw it at but always would be inches away.

So I took the knife and named it prodosía, or προδοσία, which is the Greek word for betrayal.

I was handling the Greek god thing fine. But I think I'm in a state of shock. I'll start freaking out later.

We went to this awesome cave that had another really hot girl inside. Rachel. That was her name according to Nico. She was really cute, with freckles on her face and beautiful green eyes.

Beautiful thick lips I wanted to kiss so badly. She reminded me of Ann.

"Hi!" She said happily.

"Hello," I said shyly to my new crush. Nico left me in her care. He said he had to go run an errand.

Afterward, we really go to know each other. She was an awesome person. Just like Ann. Gosh, she reminded me so much of her.

She taught me how to properly hold a combat knife. Which meant I have always held it wrong my entire life.

That's when I freaked out. The shock left.

There were gods. GREEK GODS!

I completely had a panic attack and nearly passed out. But Rachel being there somehow stopped me from passing out. Or maybe it was just one of those times I didn't pass out. Who knows?

She held me in her arms and I cried. I started screaming as memories came back.

My parents telling me they didn't want me because I was gay, seeing the love of my life dead. Everybody shutting me out. Friends stabbing my back. Bullies punching me until I had a black eye. The knife going inside my skin cutting my arms. Waking up and being absolutely devastated about being alive. Banging my head against the wall in the hospital until I passed out. Therapy. Depression.

I remembered my worst memories came back with a rush. I cried.

Rachel held me telling me it was okay. Her eyes were glowing green. The glow subside until I saw her beautiful emerald green eyes again.

"D-did you see that?" I asked, hoping she didn't.

She nodded.

"Do you still want to be my friend?" I asked with a squeaky voice.

She nodded.

I hugged her. Then I looked at her in the eyes.

I kissed her.

She kissed back.

Afterward, I left her cave with a smile on my face. We were going to meet later on.

I hung out with Annabeth. She became extremely close to me right away. Percy was with Nico somewhere else.

"Nico told me you were his best friend," Annabeth told me. She continued, "So I guess it was you he told about his suicide attempt."

I was shocked

"Percy is the only other one that knows."She whispers.

Were they his extremely close friends? After that, we had a lot more to talk about.

I went to dinner and was seated at the Apollo cabin since there was more space there. I saw Dr. Solace with Nico, which completely shocked me.

I became friends with most of my aunts and uncles. There were around 12 of them.

I was happy. I had friends. I had a family.

And I kicked depression in the butt.

But what surprised me the most was when my sister sat down next to me.

My loving, caring sister, who was around Percy and Annabeth's age. She was 20. he only person who cared about me when Ann killed herself. The one and only Isabela Hartsfield. Isabela hugged me. "Hey, sis."

Apparently, Isabela has been coming to camp half-blood for three years. She heard during the giant war.

Why she kept it a secret? No idea.

Isabela is close friends with Alice and Julia. Camp prankers. She said she helped them prank sometimes, and that it was awesome. I hope I can help.

After dinner, it was Capture the Flag. Since I'm on the Apollo cabin I was with both Annabeth and Percy. Percy explained the rules and made me a defender with him.

I asked him about his relationship with Annabeth. I was told he went to Tartarus with her! Man, I want a girl like that.

"I love her. She is the love of my life. She is in my heart. She is in my soul. I love her with every ounce of my being." Percy stated. I let out an awwww. That was so cute!

I totally ship it.

P.S. Just cause I'm gay doesn't mean I'm not a fangirl sometimes.

Annabeth appeared from nowhere, quite literally, and tackled him to the ground.

"I'm the love of your life?" She said. And then proceeded to kiss him.

That's how I learned about camp half-blood.

And that's how I met Percabeth.

Goodnight