Hey everyone. I have writer's block for this story, but I think I've gotten rid of the disease. This chapter may cause some confusion so I'll explain it after.

I have to say something though. I changed the rating to M because of the dark topics that being handled. With the cutting and the mentions of abuse, I thought I should change it to M only because of the topics. Anyways, thanks for reading. Enjoy the chapter.

THIRD PERSON POV:

Percy laid on the bathroom floor, feeling his blood leaving his veins. His green eyes stared at the ceiling above him as the pain went past his heart. He groaned as the pain continued through his entire body. All of his nerves, his muscles, knew what was happening.

He had to leave this place no matter what. Percy turned his head to look at his arm. The blood was rolling down his skin on his arm, dripping down unto the floor. He reached over and grabbed the blade that was a few feet away from him. Percy took the blade into his hands and ran his thumb across the sharp side. He brought the blade to his wrist again before making another mark.

He watched the scene in front of him... before his eyelids started to close.

ON THE CLIFFSIDE:

She sat on the cliff, wondering whether she should go to him or not. She felt a connection between the two of them.

He was her other half; whether she liked it or not.

She needed to accept the fact that he needed her. Something was different about him. She knew that it was something he wouldn't tell her. She needed him to trust her with anything, even if he thinks it would make her take hatred from other people.

She sighed, standing up and feeling the breeze pass her face. The wind blew a warm breeze as she opened her eyes. She felt the connection come between again as she walked away with the silent breeze of the wind.

PERCY'S POV:

I fell into a deep sleep, wondering if this was really the end or not. Is this the end of my life?

I thought about Annabeth. Would I ever see her again? Her grey, intense eyes. Her curly, blonde hair. Her lips against mine. I thought about everything that happened between us and asked myself; why didn't I tell her? Why was I being so mean to her?

I thought about my past. The reason I stared to cut myself. The abuse, the bullies, the awful things that happened to me as a child. I couldn't handle the pain anymore. It was becoming apart of me more and more. It wasn't something that would be in the back of my mind anymore. It's apart of me now since I was used to the pain. The pain hardly never bothered me.

ANNABETH'S CABIN:

Annabeth sat down on the bench, which was on the deck of the cabin. She stared into the nighttime sky, wondering if she should go to Percy or not. She was looking at the stars connecting into a figure. Annabeth smiled when she saw the stars making a diamond in the sky.

"Annabeth, is everything okay?" Nico asked, walking up the deck.

She shook her head. "How come every time I see Percy, he's always more protective of certain things? I mean, he always tries to hide the fact that he's hiding something."

"I wish I could tell you what it is, but he doesn't even tell me that stuff."

"And you're his cousin." Annabeth sighed. "I don't think he trusts me anymore."

Nico leaned over and grabbed her hand, his thumb rubbing her smooth knuckles. "I don't think he trusts anyone at this moment."

"Nico... do you think I'm being selfish?" she asked, staring at him with her intense grey eyes. "About this whole situation with Percy and everything?"

"No. I think you're doing the right thing by worrying about Percy. The only thing I do know is that he doesn't talk to his mom anymore and his dad left when he was a kid." Nico told her, intertwining their fingers.

Annabeth smiled at the sight of their hands. "I knew that. That's the only thing he told me about this past. I think that's the only thing he's told anymore about his past."

"Yeah. We don't have a lot of family members, anyways." Nico said.

"I guess not." she sighed into the night.

Her eyes closed as a warm breeze blew past both of them. The smell of the fresh air made everything become more relaxing instead of stress. Annabeth opened her eyes and looked over at the boy next to her. Nico then leaned in and pressed his lips against hers.

THIRD PERSON POV:

Percy found the strength to stand up and save himself from dying. It was his second attempt at commiting suicide. He could never find the strength to take his life, no matter how much pain he went through.

Soon enough, he was lying on his bed. He wore a black hoodie to cover up the blood and scars he didn't clean up. Percy laid his head on the pillow as he stared into space.

His cabin door opened and someone walked into his cabin. A girl stood there, clad in black jeans, and her black leather jacket. Her black hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail. She walked over to him, her black boots hitting the floor as she moved.

The girl stood next to his bed, his broken figure lying in front of her. Percy stared up at her as her electric blues eyes stared down at him.

"Thalia?" He whispered, the connection between them becoming more real.

Okay, what is going on here is... this.

Thalia and Percy have been having a connection (which will be explained in the next chapter). Nico and Annabeth are getting more of a relationship.

Review and you'll get another chapter! It's starting to get into the story more now. It's just getting started basically.

-HunterofArtemis32