All right, guys. Real-time. This chapter includes a suicidal person. Trigger warning. If you or anyone else you know is considering suicide, let someone know, get help. Taking someone's life is no joke. Because once you do, no one can never undo that. These type of decisions can affect more than we can comprehend.

Remember, TRIGGER WARNING.

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson.

I shoved my black hair out of my eyes and looked down at the dark streets of New York.

Busy, as always, even in the middle of the night. Of course, they were all too caught up in themselves to notice a 15-year-old precariously on top of a deadly-high building.

This was it. I'd thought about this for 5 years. I went back and forth with myself. I finally decided that, yes, this is what everyone wanted. No one would notice, I realised. And, while that was fine, part of me wanted the world to know what they'd done to me. How they forced an innocent little kid to kill himself. So, I wrote a note that I stuck in a page protector and planned to throw to the wind. It said:

To whom it may concern,

My name is Kody Docker. I'm 15 years old as of 2021*. I live in the streets of New York; I'm homeless. No one has ever offered me help but the state made me go to Goode High School a.k.a, Hell. The kids let me know I'm not welcome and, now that I think of it, the whole universe has let me know that it hates me. So, I'm doing what I've wanted to since I was 10.

I'm jumping.

I took a deep breath and looked down. Every voice in my head was screaming to stop, to go back down to my cardboard box and curl up. But I refused to. Would anything happen to me once I was dead? No. But do I know anything? No. Even if nothing happened, if my soul floated away into nothingness, it would be better than this.

Just jump.

I stood up slowly and shakily. Then I noticed a figure on the ground below, it seemed to be staring right up at me. Whatever. Probably just stress.

"Don't do it." A commanding voice said from behind me. I whipped around to stare at a boy, about my height and age, yet somehow seemingly wiser. He had black hair and a pale skin tone that made him barely visible. He was twisting a ring with a (quite disturbing) skull on it. The mystery figure stood, embraced by shadows.

"How the hell did you get up here?" My mouth decided to blurt out. I tried slowly backing up to the edge of the roof.

"Stop walking," The boy used the same authority as before.

"I asked how you got up here!" I pressed my question.

"Come away from the edge and I'll tell you." A barter. Fine. I stepped away from the ledge slowly.

"Why would you think of doing that?" The boy made it sound like a personal offence.

I scoffed. "Let me ask you the questions for a minute. How. Did. You. Get. Up. Here?"

"I got up here and that's what matters. Now come down."

"What's your name?" I continued my questions, not budging. This guy wasn't going to change my mind.

The boy exhaled, clearly getting impatient. "My name is Nico."

"And why should I listen to you, Nico?"

"Because you shouldn't take your life!"

"You don't know what my life's like!" I felt my anger boiling and tried to calm down.

I could visibly see Nico getting frustrated as well. "You're right, I don't. But you can't be older than me! You have time to turn your life around!" The shadows he was standing in seemed to lean into him.

"No! I'm not going back to living on the street for some guy I just met!" I turned around to run to the ledge.

Nico somehow appeared in front of me, blocking my path. "Stop!"

"Why don't you just leave. Me. Alone?!" I felt my anger reach a dangerous point. And I collapsed.

"Well, what's his name?"

"I don't know!" A familiar voice... that kid... Nico.

"Good job, Death Boy," The other voice replied sarcastically

"Hey, is he dead?" Nico defended himself.

"He damn near is!"

I wanted to lift my hands to cover my ears and eyes. Loud voices and bright lights were digging into my skull and making my brain pulse.

"Hey, he's awake!" Nico shouted, which didn't help the resounding noise in my head.

"Shut up..." I groaned.

The unfamiliar voice laughed. "I like this guy."

"Yeah, yeah," Nico grumbled.

"Can you tell me your name?" The voice asked seriously.

"Kody Docker," The words slipped from my hazy mind.

"Do you remember what happened?"

I started to regain consciousness and memory.

"Shadows. The dark. Nico... that kid! He did it!" I began to sound hysterical.

"Kody... Kody. Kody!" The guy snapped.

"Get me away from him! He-he-he can m-move! He can move the shadows! They just- they follow him!" I sputtered.

"Kody. My name is Will. You moved the shadows when you got pissed at Nico. This is Camp Half-Blood. There's... there's a lot to explain."

"I moved the shadows? No, he did it! Ju-just look at him!" I protested madly.

Nico curled his lip. "I'd tell you to look at yourself, punk."

I looked at my clothes for once. I'd never paid attention to how I absolutely refused to steal bright or upbeat things. My dirty jeans were black and my ripped shirt was also black.

"Nico said he also found... this." Will showcased my note, which now seemed incredibly embarrassing.

"Yeah..."

"Kody. Dude, where are your parents?" Nico forced me to lock eyes with him, it sent a chill down my spine.

I swallowed. My parents... I don't know where my parents are, even who they are! "Oh, uh, they're-"

"Stop lying. And tell me the truth," Nico interrupted.

"How could you know I'm lying?" I asked in my most convincing tone.

"You were stuttering like an idiot and you're eyes were darting. Look at me and tell. Me."

"I don't know!" I admitted, figuring I couldn't lie to these guys. "As far back as I can remember, I started in an orphanage, and they didn't know who put me on their doorstep."

Nico and Will looked at each other but didn't speak. This trance ended with Will nodding in agreement to something.

I looked around subtly, gazing for a quick escape. I found it, they'd left the door ajar. I could slip out there.

"Well, guys, this has been great. Nice to meet you and all- but I really gotta get going," I slowly inched toward the door as I spoke.

"Oh, no you don't. Do you think we'd be that stupid?" Will rushed over to drag me by the arm with him.

"In all honesty? Yes," I told him flatly.

Nico rolled his eyes. "Well, we're not. So, sit your ass back down while we figure out what to do with you."

Will lightly slapped Nico on the head. "Oh, c'mon. You're just mad because you're not the only Lord of Darkness around here anymore."

Thunder rumbled, which was weird enough- it was a normal day with no rain. What was even weirder about it was that it seemed to come from below me. More like an earthquake.

The blonde boy glanced downward. "Sorry. Of course, you're the only Lord of Darkness around here!"

"What was that?!" I asked frantically.

"Your dad," Will said matter-of-factly.

I did a double-take. "Excuse me- my what?"

"Our dad," Nico corrected Will.

"Our dad?! Do you need to be in a straightjacket? We're not related! I've never seen either of you in my life!" This was all too weird. It felt like my world was wobbling and turning like a toy top.

"Yes, we are. Unfortunately for me. Our father is Hades, Lord of Darkness."

And that's when my imaginary toy top tilted dangerously. I had a feeling my life was about to change drastically.

*Yes, I realise Nico would be older, but I don't really care.

Is that a bad ending spot, yeah. But I figured there were so many stories that go through the process of a mortal figuring they're a demigod, why should I do it?

Like I said at the top, suicide is not something to attempt or joke about. It's a serious problem that people go through every day that they shouldn't have to. To try and stop this, be somebody that makes everybody feel like a somebody. Because you are worth it. Even if you don't feel like it.

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