Hey guys, this probably isn't the best fanfic but I originally wasn't going to publish it. I wrote this fanfic because I've been going through a lot lately and like Leo I too have been feeling lonely. I also wrote this to let people know that no matter what shape or size sometimes someone just needs a shoulder to cry on and for someone to listen to their problems.

Out of all the years that Leo was in Foster care. Out of all the parents that took care of him. He had never truly had a home. He just had houses that he lived in, places he stayed at until he had the chance to run.

Leo had had his share of pain. His foster parents that would scream at him that he was worthless and disgusting until eventually he started to believe it. And out of all those years of suffering, out of all the years of pain all he had wanted was a friend.

Someone that would hug him when he cried. Someone that would hold him when he had nightmares. The kind of friend that would listen when Leo had panic attacks and would just sit with him until he was ok. Not the kind of person that would tell him that everything was going to be ok because his life was the farthest thing from ok. Not someone that would tell him he is feeling sorry for himself and that other people had it worse because that would only make him feel guilty for crying.

You would think that with all the hurt he had felt he deserved someone like that and maybe the fates would've been kind enough to give it to him. But no they didn't, and with no one to talk to Leo had to resort to other means to cope with his life. Scars trailed all the way up to his arm from the knife he had hidden under the bed. Bones stuck out of his skin from the constant lack of food in his stomach.

When Leo met the seven and became one of them he thought he finally had a family. But he quickly learned that he was just the seventh wheel, just the repair boy. No more than a tool for them to use.

Yet everyday he would make jokes, everyday he would try to make someone laugh. Because if he could make someone else happy then maybe he wasn't a waste of space after all.

But soon people stopped laughing at his jokes and started getting annoyed with him. Instead of smiling at him when he said a witty comment he got a glare. And again he was back to square one.

After the quest people started to treat him even worse than they did on the Argo ll, he was yelled at constantly and felt glares on him from the entire camp when he walked into he dining hall. He felt unwanted and that's exactly how everyone treated him. So Leo slipped into depression and started cutting more and eating less. No one noticed the bags under his eyes. No one noticed the scars carving his body. No one noticed him at all.

Maybe that's why after the quest had ended they had found him in a bathroom with his wrists slashed, bleeding out onto the floor.

Maybe that's why Leo Valdez had taken his own life.