Dear Bia,

I was crying all last night. All my straws have been pulled and it's all just so difficult. It's unnecessary. The bullies keep beating me up, and Annabeth keeps infuriating me, and I keep making mistakes, and I just can't help but go back to you, when you were alive and we were with Mama and Papa was on business trips. It's all horrifying now. Why am I even here if this is what I'm good for?

And Percy. He was my hero, but now I know I was wrong.

He didn't do anything wrong, Bia, I did.

Look, Bianca. You can hate me for this, because I hate myself for it too, but. . .

I love Percy. . . I'm in complete and utter love with him. He's just so perfect, Bia. . . What do I do?

I know if you were really here you could help me. Please stop the pain.

I love you.
~Your Neeks