The room was silent for a while. I couldn't stop staring at what should be my arm. I can't believe I nearly died.

  "Being that close to dying really does something to you." I chuckled sadly, and they looked at me in confusion. "But I would have rather died than endure more pain. I was wanting to die when I got the job. I prayed that I would die." I said calmly, laying my head back.

  "Why did you want to die?" Hazel asked sadly.

   "Because people I thought would stick with me decided to kill me for something I don't even know. My parents disowned me, and I'm not allowed to see my little sister. I've been living on the streets, freezing my ass off." I explained and they looked at me in shock. "And the girl I thought I'd grow old with tried to kill and rape me." I scoffed.

   "You probably wanted it." Annabeth scoffed, glaring at me with such ferocity.

   "Did you ever wonder why I never had sex with you?" I asked, frowning slightly, the room fell silent once more, expecting an answer from me. "I was sexually abused as a child. To me, sex is just what people do when they are upset, drunk, and lonely." I chuckled as they looked at me in shock.

  "By who?" Nico asked curiously. He wasn't on my side either. Not a shocker honestly.

  "My previous step father. He was abusive to both my mother and I, but I guess for certain things, she was spared." I shrugged like I didn't care, and I didn't, until I realized how bad my life was. I was shocked it took until this job for me to completely break.

   "How did it take until now for you to start breaking?" Will asked curiously. He didn't seem to hate me. He was scared of me it seemed. Not me, my mental health.

  "I started breaking long ago. I didn't completely break until, well, last night. I broke when I realized that no amount of begging for mercy would save me. I begged them to let me live, I said I would quit, never return, but they didn't let me. I realized that the world doesn't accept begging." I scoffed, my eyes watering again. I hated the feeling. I hated the feeling of weakness, admitting this to them made me feel so vulnerable.

   "How bad was the abuse?" Leo asked, sitting beside me, grabbing my hand in attempt to calm me down. It worked, I can't deny that.

  "Depends on how what your definition of bad is." I chuckled, but they look they gave me told me to answer. "It was really bad, I was usually beat up
pretty bad, that was common, the sexual assault only happened if I did something pretty bad." I sighed, thinking about the first time he raped me.

  "And the verbal abuse?" Piper asked curiously. They shouldn't ask, only friends should be able to ask. But these were the people I cared for, I would have died for each and everyone of them, and last night proved that I still would.

   "It was horrendous." I said dryly, still lost in my thoughts. The room stayed silent, and I was thankful. A doctor disrupted my thoughts by walking in, holding a clip bored.

  "Hello, Perseus, we have a procedure we would like to offer you." Another doctor said, smiling slightly. Must be a resident. I nodded, letting them carry on.

  "We want to put some rods in what's left of your shoulder and give you a fake arm." The man said, briefly explaining.

  "What are the risks?" I asked, rubbing at my wrapped stub anxiously. Anything to have an arm.

  "It could completely damage part of your torso, but the risks of that is slim." The girl said. Straight up I see. I nodded. "And the chances of a successful surgery exceeds 90%." She explained.

  "Of course, I'm taking the surgery."

  "Percy, consider the risks." Annabeth said carefully and I glared sharply.

  "Lose your arm and then you can have a say." I growled. "What is the cost for it?" I asked the doctors, who shared a look. They told me, and I did not like the numbers. "Where am I supposed to get that kind of money?" I asked myself, looking at my lap.

  "We will give you guys a bit and come back." The guy said, nudging the younger girl out. I looked at my lap angrily. I can't even afford the surgery, but I need my arm, and any sensation of an arm would relieve me. I was surprised when 14 gods flashed into the hospital room, the Olympian gods. Some of them looked at me in shock, others in pity, and the rest in hatred.

   "We will pay for it, but you have to come back to camp." Poseidon ordered.

   "Not a chance." I glared defiantly, but he didn't falter.

   "I would have thought you would want an arm." Artemis smirked. I never knew how rude she was to men other than me. I had worked hard to gain the respect of others, and losing it so quickly, I honestly couldn't care.

   "I'm not going back to camp. That place is no longer a safe haven for me. Try all you want, I'm not going back." I said, swinging myself off of the bed shakily. It all hurt like crazy, but I wasn't surprised. I tore out the tubes, standing up on my good leg, leaning against the wall.

   "Your not going to do well with your jobs without two arms, might get fired." Poseidon said, as if it were a threat. The gods that were on my side just looked at me sadly.

   "I'll figure this out on my own! I've done great in these last few months alone! I've had little help, and you gods surely did nothing! I'll do it by myself like I always have!" I said angrily, limping out. I escaped the crowd and when to the back room, stealing a crutch, hopping out of the window. This was almost like the last time I snook out of the hospital, and I wouldn't be shocked if police were going to report a missing persons file.

   My phone started ringing and I picked it up. "Percy, you can't be out of the hospital." Leo said worriedly, and his tone of voice made me felt bad. All he and Malcolm have done is help me, and I walk out on them.

   "Leo, I know. But you don't understand, almost everyone in that room betrayed me, and now they just want me back." I sighed sadly.

  "You think your the only one that's been treated this way! The people who stayed on your side ended up getting treated like shit since you left! We didn't tell you because you were still dealing with a job that could kill you and trying to get over your ex girlfriend having intentions to rape you and all your friends try killing you!" Leo shouted at me, and I froze.

  "I-I'm sorry Leo, I didn't realize." I mumbled.

   "I know." Leo said tightly.

   "I'm on my way back." I sighed.