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Chapter 2

Intervention

"Why are there so many cars?" Percy asked as he pulled into the driveway of the Blofis apartment building. "I thought it was just going to be us."

"Huh, there are a lot of cars," Annabeth faked surprise. "I wonder why."

"Wise Girl, are you hiding something from me?" Percy asked suspiciously as they got out of the car, and made their way through falling snow for the front door. Annabeth gave a clearly forced laugh.

"Why would I ever hide something from you?" she asked, with a little too high of a voice. "And besides, I can't pull one over on you. Even with your seaweed of a brain."

Percy chuckled, and Annabeth noted it sounded empty, but at least it put her strange behavior out of his head, at least for a few minutes. Until they got into the apartment anyway. The hard part wasn't getting him there, but getting him to sit down and actually listen to them? Preventing him from bolting out the door? That would be a little more challenging. But Annabeth was a daughter of Athena. She had faced Arachne. She had been through Tartarus. Keeping her boyfriend in one place while they tried to help him couldn't be all that hard. Right?

As they neared Sally's apartment door, Percy began to drop back a little, until he had completely stopped. Annabeth froze on the threshold, and turned around.

"Percy, are you okay?" she asked gently. Her boyfriend looked paler than usual, and that worried her.

"Yeah," Percy answered after a moment. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just…"

"What?" Annabeth spoke gently, walking over, and taking his hands in her own. "Percy, what's wrong?"

Percy took a shuddering breath. "I just...thought about my first stepfather. That's all."

"Who was your first step father?"

Percy shook his head, seeming to come out of whatever trance he'd been in, looking down at Annabeth, and smiling.

"He was no one. Trust me. Let's go see my mom, okay?"

Annabeth hesitated for a second, before turning back around, and ringing the doorbell. A few seconds later, Sally swung open the door, and smiled brightly.

"Annabeth!" she cried, pulling the blonde Demi-God into a tight hug. After a few seconds, she released Athena's daughter, and turned to her son. "And Percy!"

Percy gave her a small smile, and wrapped his arms around his mom. They remained that way for a few seconds, and at one point, Sally thought she felt Percy trembling, but he pulled away before she could really tell.

"Merry Christmas mom," Percy said, smiling. "Where's Anna?"

"In with Paul, in the living room."

Percy nodded, and walked in. As soon as he was out of earshot, Sally glanced over at Annabeth.

"We got him in," she said softly as she let Annabeth pass. "That wasn't too bad."

"Now the hard part will be getting him to stay, and sit down long enough to listen to us," Annabeth whispered, as they walked into the living room, where Percy was waiting, arms crossed over his chest, and a glare on his face.

"What's going on?" he demanded, and through his anger, Annabeth could see fear in his sea green eyes. Taking a deep breath, she spoke.

"Percy, we know," she explained softly. Percy frowned.

"Know what?" he asked. "What are you talking about? What's going on?"

Before Annabeth had a chance to explain, Poseidon placed a hand on his son's shoulder.

"Son, we know you harm yourself, and we're worried."

"Oh my Gods," Percy whispered, shaking his father's hand off his shoulder, and backing up so that he was cornered slightly. He glared at his mom. "This is an intervention, isn't it?"

"Percy, we love you. We don't...we don't want to see you hurt yourself anymore. We don't...we don't want to see you kill yourself."

"Mom, I promise, it won't get that far."

"Percy, you don't-" Annabeth was cut off by her boyfriend raising his voice.

"When I cut myself when I was eight years old, it didn't end with my death. Although right about now, I'm starting to wish it had."

"Percy...you cut yourself when you were eight?" Sally asked, and her eyes filled with tears.

Percy dropped his gaze, and Annabeth could tell he was about to start crying.

"You left me home alone with Gabe, on more than one occasion," he explained slowly, and everyone in the room heard his voice break. "He was never the nicest person."

Before anyone could stop him, Percy rushed to the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind.

"Sally," Annabeth said slowly. "Please tell me there isn't anything sharp in there."

Sally was silent, before gasping loudly. "I have my pack of razors in their."

"Does Percy know where they are?" Poseidon asked. Sally bit her lip.

"No, but it's a small bathroom." she explained. "It won't take him long to find them."

"What do we do?" Annabeth asked fearfully. Everyone in the room was silent, until Poseidon finally spoke up.

"First, we have to get him out of the bathroom. Or at least find a way to watch him. He can't be alone. It's too dangerous."

Sally sobbed, and covered her mouth with both her hands. The living room was silent for less than a second, until Poseidon moved towards the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" Annabeth asked, following after.

"We should try to talk to him," Poseidon explained. "Try to get his mind off of it. Even if that means lying."

"You're going to lie to him?" Annabeth hissed. Poseidon nodded, and knocked lightly on the bathroom door.

"Percy, can you hear me?"

"What do you want, dad?" Percy demanded, and his voice was so un-Percy-like that it sent shivers down Annabeth's spine.

"I just want to talk," Poseidon explained softy. "How have you been? What's it like living with Annabeth?"

"Dad, I know what you're trying to do," Percy said instead of answering. "You're trying to make me forget about it, and then you're going to promise not to talk about it anymore. But give it one week, and you guys will try again, but with a little more gentle of an approach."

Percy's voice had been fading through the sentence, and Annabeth was immediately on guard.

"Percy, please tell me you aren't cutting yourself."

Percy was silent for a terrifyingly long about of time before giving a weak laugh.

"I need help," he said softly, before Annabeth and Poseidon heard a soft thud, like a body hitting the ground.

"Oh Gods," Annabeth whispered, when the true meaning of his words sunk in.

Hope you guys enjoyed. I know they're short chapters, but I'm tired and am not feeling my best, emotionally, or anything else. Please please please review. It makes me happy, and I really need some happiness right now.

Good night, and have a wonderful day tomorrow if you celebrate Christmas. If you celebrate Kwanzaa, or Hanukkah, or any of the others, enjoy those too.

(I know that seems kinda lame, but I don't know much about the others. I really am sorry)