Percy's P.O.V.
I sat on my bed. The conversation from downstairs playing over and over again like a broken record.
"I hate you." Those words, spoken by my friend, or at least I thought she was my friend, burned a mark in my brain, in my memory. I had just been trying to open up to her. I should have expected it. Everyone I get close to leaves eventually. So I started to just push them away. Annabeth doesn't understand. Every time I get close to someone. something bad happens to them. So I figured, if I get them away from me before anything can happen, then I just saved them from a probably fatal relationship. I was destined to be alone and I know it.
"I hate you." The words rang loudly in my ears. I couldn't escape them. I looked around my room.
The shoebox. I looked around for the box. I found it on my bedside table, where Annabeth had put it when she told me to think about the effect it had on people. That didn't matter now. She hated me. My heart broke at the thought. If I was being honest, I thought that Annabeth was changing me, for the better. I liked that. I liked her. She was nice and understanding and patient. I never even smiled at her.
I could see why she hated me. I opened the box and moved the pictures. I picked up the razor, the blade was heavy in my hand, as if carrying all of my troubles, all of the hard times that I have needed it for on it. I needed the small blade yet again. I hadn't cut for almost a week. That was a new record. It was a shame that it was going to be broken but I couldn't cope with what was going on. I steadied the blade on my wrist. I slid it across, the cool blade cutting through my pale, scarred skin. "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." my thoughts chanted, tearing me apart. The blood ran down my arm. The pain took my mind off of my mental pain. It allowed me to focus on the physical, at the moment pain, rather than the mental, a while ago pain. I put the razor back in the box and sat down.
I never understood why people used the term "across the road for attention, down the road for results" You go across the arm to take pain away. Not for attention. most people who cut hide their scars. I hid mine. If we wanted results we'd put a gun to our heads.
Annabeth's P.O.V.
I walked down the street and felt tears stinging my eyes. I knew I shouldn't have said that. I don't know why I did. I didn't hate him. Yet the words, they spun around in my head, haunting me. "I Hate You." I knew he was upset but it was probably better to walk away then to follow him upstairs. I didn't want him to be more upset than he already was. I felt tears stream down my face as I turned onto my street. I had my school bag slung over my shoulder. I was going back to my parents house. I almost wished I was like Percy. He lived pretty much alone. He didn't have to worry about his parents. Yet again he did though. His mom died and he visited her grave every chance he got. His step-father gave him to his aunt because he didn't want him. His dad abandoned him and his mother when Percy was an infant. I felt bad for him. I stepped into my yard and crossed down the stone walkway to my front door. I wiped the tears from my face, I put on a brave smile and I opened the door. My mom was in the kitchen, cooking who knows what. My father was in the living room, watching television. My brothers, Bobby and Matthew were the first ones to see me. They were twins. Their blonde hair was bouncing as they ran to me.
"ANNABETH!" They yelled together. I smiled. I picked them up when they got to me. Both of my parents jumped and ran to me but I didn't want to talk to them.
"I'm so, so, so sorry." My dad said. His eyes were blue and he had bags under his eyes. Both him and my mom looked like they hadn't slept for a while.
"Where did you go?" My brother Bobby asked.
"We missed you." Matthew finished. I smiled.
"I went to a friends house. I missed you two too."
Piper's P.O.V.
Percy and Annabeth's "talk" on the bus stirred me up. I didn't know what Percy was thinking. Annabeth was trying to help him. Why was he pushing her away? I walked to my house after getting off the bus. My house was a large, white, victorian house. My parents were rich. I didn't let anyone at school except for my friends know that though. I didn't need people trying to be my friends just because I was rich.
I went to my bedroom and did my homework. I knew I needed to visit Percy. I got up and took the ten minute walk to Percy's house. I didn't knock. The door was unlocked as always. I walked upstairs. When I walked in I didn't see Percy.
"Percy?" I asked.
I heard noise outside his window and then heard, "Out here Pipes." I walked over to the window and crawled through. He was sitting in the corner, his back to the house. I sat next to him.
"What happened?"
He went over everything that had happened from the second they went off the bus. He talked about their silent fight and then the kitchen.
"She said she hated me." He said, his eyes were watering. I was trying to push her away because every time I get close to someone something bad happens to them." He said. I put my head on his shoulder. Percy had been like a brother to me since elementary school. He never pushed me away. Yah, we had some times where I let him have his space but he always opened up to me.
"I didn't mean to make her hate me." He said.
I remembered back to when Annabeth had come over to my house while Percy went to the cemetery.
Annabeth and I were sitting in my room. We had spent a while playing Call Of Duty Black Ops 2.
"How are things with you and Jason?" She asked. I smiled.
"Awesome like always." I replied. "Do you like anyone?"
She blushed. I knew it. I smiled. "Um," She started. "I think I like Percy."
I knew it. "Go find him. I don't think he's very happy at this moment and I think he hates you. He's most likely at the cemetery." I told her.
"I don't think she hates you." I said. He shook his head. We sat in comfortable silence for a while before I stood up. He looked up at me.
"What?" He asked.
"You are going to get some rest. Tomorrow is saturday. You and I are going shopping."
A/n : Hello guys. Ok, yes, I know what Percy is going through. I've been there, I am there. Whatever. I don't cut. I don't think anyone should cut. Part of what I trying to say with this story is that life has its ups and downs but that is no excuse to self harm. This story is kind of getting at the fact that people may be deppressed but there is always someone there for them. And if there isn't, then you should be there for them. Have a great day guys. Thank you for reading. No the story isnt over either. I'll try to update ASAP.