"Why not just tell us now?" Leo asked curiously. I shrugged, looking down.

"It's quite a tale. I prefer not talking about it. I know for a fact it will show so next memory please." I said simply, drinking some water, and it helped a lot. Yay to water powers helping more than average people when drinking water while wasted.

"Skip to it. We don't have to watch these in order." Hera ordered, and I sighed. The image started to play and I sat back hesitantly.

I sat nervously, looking at Parker. He looked at me pointedly. "Come on Percy, your mom won't hate you." Parker said and I sighed.

"You mean she won't hate me more than she already does?" I asked with a raised eyebrow and he frowned.

"Why do you think she will react badly? Gabe I know will throw a hissy fit if he found out, but your mom is understanding." Parker said and I sighed, nodding.

"Yeah, I guess. Fine, I'll tell her. Thanks, Park, I owe you one." I smiled, nudging his shoulder playfully.

"You going to tell the girls?" Parker asked and I laughed.

"Oh god no, the girls would tease me till I'm in my grave and you know it." I laughed and he laughed to.

"Yeah, can't have that." Parker laughed and we stood up. It was getting late and his parents would be coming home soon, and he was supposed to clean house and he studying by the time they got home. We already cleaned the house but didn't study.

"See ya tomorrow Park." I grinned.

"See ya sassy pants." He laughed and I climbed out of his apartment and went down the fire escape. I will tell my mom first thing in the morning.

The time came quicker than I hoped, and I sat at the kitchen table dreadfully. My mom sat down, knowing I had something to say, mainly because I never sit at the table unless something is to be said.

"Percy, is everything alright?" My mom asked, and I bit my lip nervously.

"I got something to tell you." I said nervously and she smiled slightly in encouragement. She's my mom, I can trust her. "Mom, I'm bisexual." I said, full sending it. She looked at me and smiled, there was no judgement being hidden or anything, just pride.

"Thank you, for telling me. That was brave of you." She smiled at me, and hugged me. I smiled, now I was confused on why I was so worried, she was understanding, most of the time. It's not like I was doing something illegal.

"Thanks, for understanding." I said, hugging her back. She smiled at me again and made some blue pancakes, and we sat down and ate breakfast, talking about nothing. I felt happy, talking to her like we were family, and it was nice.

My mom walked out the front door an hour later, heading out for work and I sighed, I can't believe I told her, it went better than expected.

"When does Gabe find out?" Ares grunted, raising an eyebrow in my direction. I was in the middle of biting my nails and repeatedly shifting.

"Um, right away." I said, noticing that blood was starting to drip from my thumb.

I stood up, walking to my room, or at least that was the plan. As soon as I was about to walk into my room, I was shoved aggressively. "You disgusting fag!" Gabe growled dangerously, shoving me to my bed. Fear took over me, tears were already streaming down my face.

He approached me and slammed my head into the wall. I was weakened and in a daze, and he took off his pants and mine, and all I could do was struggle, I couldn't scream, I was paralyzed in fear.

"Do you like that you faggot! Your a disgusting bastard!" He shouted at me, and after an hour later, he walked out. I cried quietly, but got up. I cleaned myself up and replaced my sheets, and it looked like nothing happened. It always plays out like this, he rapes me, and I clean up the mess so no one finds out.

I should go to the police, or tell my mom, or tell my friends, or teachers or anyone. I should get help, but what's the point? I'm never going to heal, my heart has been torn to many times, and whenever I think things will get better, they get worse.

I grabbed my knife, and slit my wrists, adding 5 more cuts to my arm before wrapping it up. My arm was pale, skinnier than my other arm, which still had the marks from when I put my arm over the fire all those years ago.

I climbed up to the rooftop and thought about my old friend, he was gone, dead. He jumped off of this building, I watched him jump. I was climbing to the roof at the time, crying because Gabe hurt me pretty badly, and I saw him at the edge, crying too. He sighed, and I saw him tilt his head back slightly, as if swallowing something, and then, he stepped off. I screamed, and ran to the edge. I saw his teary but surprised eyes looking straight into my eyes as his body slammed into the ground.

I could hear the sickening sound of all the bones in his body shatter at contact, wounds opening and splattered on the cement, I heard ambulance sirens, and the sound of people screaming in shock and fear. I sat at the edge and cried. I remembered thinking that I should die to, he shouldn't be the only one that died that day.

But I couldn't die, at least not yet. I decided. I had looked around, seeing some alcohol and pills sitting there, and some suicide letters. I didn't want to read them, but I did.

"A song, written by yours truly

I was happy
Now I'm just sad
Yea
Feel like I'm going mad
I feel so lost
I feel so broke
I feel like I'm left here in the dark
I feel so restless
But I'm so rested
I can lock myself in my room another few days
Maybe loose a bit of weight
Maybe try to get some sleep
Maybe I could ignore reality

Yeah yeah you see me laughing
Don't worry I'll end up crying
End of the day I'm gonna break
You'll see me the next day
Another thing I need to overtake
Two more things that I'm gonna fake
Three for try's that imma fail
Four more days till I'm gone for

You tell me I'm fucked up
While you wasting all your time high
I don't even reach for the sky
You chained my hands down low
Long ago
Can't hold me back no more
Why we even wasting our time for?

I have anxiety
Maybe that's just me
I'm not feeling free
I'm getting so sick of this
Imma take another hit
And I'm regretting it
But maybe I'm just sick of other things
I need another escape
Old ways getting old
What I'm still trying for
Nobody really knows
I'm sitting on the floor
Cuz I'm not understood
I'm still wearing my hood
Covering my face
Cause I don't want the tears to show
Questioning what I'm doing this for

Yeah yeah you see me laughing
Don't worry I'll end up crying
End of the day I'm gonna break
You'll see me the next day
Another thing I need to overtake
Two more things that I'm gonna fake
Three for try's that imma fail
Four more days till I'm gone for

You tell me I'm fucked up
While you wasting all your time high
I don't even reach for the sky
You chained my hands down low
Long ago
Can't hold me back no more
Why we even wasting our time for?

I think I can get over this
But constantly I feel like taking a hit
Wanting to get high
Thinking if I could fly
Then I can ditch
Trying to erase the past
Because I know things don't really last
That's my depression
I'm really feeling the pressure
I don't want to do anything
Like being alive is a chore
What am I even trying for?
Seeing my friends is a burden
Talking to my family only makes it worse
Cause I'm still hurting
But soon it will get better

But I won't give up
I don't need you to give a fuck
Because if I die you'll be happy
And I can't let that happen
So even through this living hell
I'll force a smile on my face
Knowing it's fake
And maybe some day, that'll be you
But I'll be the bigger person
And lend a hand"

(I actually wrote that, credit is all mine do not take the lyrics for urself please)

And I sobbed, but folded up the paper and put it in my pocket. I cried, tossed some of the pills into my mouth and drank the gin like there was no tomorrow, and honestly at the time, it didn't feel like there was going to be one.

The throne room was silent, except the sound of my sniffles and hiccups. I tried not to think of that day very much. It was a pretty bad day for me, and that's saying something.

"Oh Percy, we're so sorry." Nico said, looking at me, and I sighed.

"It happened years ago, I'm fine." I said simply, continuing to wipe my face.

"You never mentioned that he raped you." Parker said quietly, and I nodded. Shrugging.

"Telling people that I was assaulted isn't really something I wanted to do. I still really wished nobody knew, but that the hell, my feelings don't matter." I shrugged, and they all stood up, ignoring my moms previous orders and hugged me.

"Your feelings matter." Becky said, and I sighed, only shrugging. I wish I could believe that.

"Well now we understand why you didn't tell us about the guy." Jason said tightly and I nodded, shrugging.

"If we go back to the day it actually happened, it played out a lot worse than what I'd summarized while thinking about it. It was very gruesome, and I only wish that he didn't die like that." I said quietly.

"Percy, I'm sorry I didn't know that Gabe was doing that to you." My mom said apologetically. Leaned back against the wall, my face covered in dry tears.

"Nobody know, it was nobody's fault but mine." I shrugged.