Percy POV

I didn't know if it make Taylor feel better, but Nathan went to the infirmiry. The slapped side of his face was so swollen that his eye was shut, and it was all puffy red, and a bit purple. Even as beat up as he was, I was sure that Taylor's condition was so much worse. I set out ot find her, because Annabeth told me to, and I did almost everything that Annabeth told me to do.

I looked through the woods, around the beach, along the canoe lake, and last of all in the Poseidon cabin. She was sitting in the corner, with her sword in her hand. And then I realized what she was doing.

"I heard it helps the emos." she commented.

Blood was flowing from her wrists, and splattering on the floor. I felt sick.

"Oh don't worry Perseus, I'll be absolutely fine."

I wasn't sure about that. She sounded as if she was in a trance, and she'd never called me Perseus before.

"Don't do this."

I took three steps toward her, but she pushed me away. "Please don't touch me."

I looked at her desperately. "What do I do?"

"Go away."

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Annabeth POV

I was reading Advanced Architecture Volume Six when Percy came and begged me for help, then grabbed my arm and started to drag me along. "Why exactly do you need help?"

"Because," he panted, "Cutting, and you're a girl."

"Good observation there Percy. How long did it tae you to figure out you were a boy?" I joked.

"Not funny right now. There's some serious shit."

I stopped. "What is it?"

He panted while he talked. "Taylor 'pant' cutting wrists 'pant' won't stop or listen to me."

"Really?"

"Uhuh."

I didn't realize. She told me that she got depressed sometimes. She never said anything about wrist slashing. "Where Percy?"

"Cabin three."

I nodded and started to walk, and Percy followed. "Percy, maybe things would be better if I did this alone."

I didn't know if he understood, but he stayed behind as I continued. I walked into the cabin and saw what Percy meant, except things had gotten worse. Her arms were totally bloody, and so were her legs. She looked like she was choosing the next spot to attack.

"Hi." she said calmly. "Should I try the joker thing, where I put scars beside my mouth? That way, I can smile all the time too."

I faltered. She was 100% serious. "I don't think that it would suit you, personally."

She nodded. "I guess you're right. I'd have to wear that awful make up."

I stepped closer towards her. "Why don't you decide a little later, and just put away the sword for a while?"

"But it feels so good, just to let the pain flow out."

"How about we do that through talking."

She sighed, but her sword disappeared from her hands. "I feel so stupid."

"Why?" I asked. I thought that she'd just been angry and sad, and that she wanted to crush Nathan.

"I-I-IIII--" she hesitated, but then continued. "I stirpped down in front of him, and I know you saw it. And it didn't do shit. I'm still as clueless as ever, and it took me so long to see it, but he doesn't want me. And it really comes as a shocker with him because throughout my life I've been able to bend a guys to my will by acting kind of slutty, and so the fact that I can't with him leaves me behind. I don't really know what I'm saying. I'm not making any sense."

She started to cry. Her face went into her arms, and her hair got blood all over it. I went up beside her. "What wouldn't he tell you?"

Taylor gulped, but her eyes met mine. "The meaning to the prophecy."

"Well," I thought, "I've sure been in his situation before."

"What?"

"When I was younger, I read the 'Great Prophecy' that talked about Percy's fate. When I kind of dropped a tiny bit of it, well I was so in love with him, but he was totally oblivious to it at the time. It literally took all of my strength to keep myself from telling him, since I knew he'd be better off not knowing too early. It was really for his own good."

"But at least Percy loved you. I'm so in the friend zone."

I smiled reassuringly. "You probably aren't."

"No, I am. You don't know how many times I've tried to get him to see I love him. Clearly he'd take the hint. He would've acted by now."

"Do you know how many times I had to try with Percy? I kissed him, and he didn't pick it up."

"How'd you meet Percy?"

"He passed out on the big house porch when I was 12."

She laughed. "That's great."

"How'd you meet Nathan?"

She looked really troubled. Maybe I shouldn't have brought that up. "He's the first person that I ever remember seeing. We were toddlers. That's my earliest memory."

"Long history." I muttered, and she nodded.

"He's always done things for me. He taught me how to assemble a car, how to cook, how to read ancient greek, he let me copy his homework when I was having trouble, and when I did it on my own, he'd go through and correct the mistakes. Even more, he always invited me along when he was going on the sun chariot with his dad."

"That's sweet."

"I thought I had a chance, but all those other girls are after him too." Then she looked like she was going to fall apart. "He's one of the only people who hasn't let me down in my life, at least not a lot. My parents ditched me, the gods always told me things would be okay, and now I know that I'm going to die. All the mortal friends I've had dropped me when their boyfriends tried to hit on me. It's all so lonely for me."

"Mortal friends just suck." I said, because I couldn't think of anything else. Taylor got up, and brushed her blood caked hair out of her face.

"Thanks so much Annabeth. I feel better, so I guess you were right about the talking thing. You haven't let me down."

She flashed me a smile, then walked out the door. I went back to my cabin to change shirts, because mine now had blood and tear stains all over it. Maybe that's what people deserve, a friend who will always be there so you can vent out anger.

I know that this chapter was really slow, but I didn't want to make it too long.

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