A couple parts of this, come right of the The Lost Hero.

•Leo's POV•

Fun.

Such a strange thing.

Having fun, I mean. Enjoying yourself.

I don't think I'm familiar with having fun.

I don't know if I did before the war with Gaea, I never really thought about it.

But afterwards, I started thinking... which most people would say is a bad idea. Which isn't wrong.

Because everytime I had what I called fun, I started doubting myself.

Why are you even part of the Seven?

The voices said to me.

You did nothing the others couldn't do on their own.

Even Calypso gave up on you and fell for some Athena boy.

Stupid nobody.

Scrawny weakling.

And I believed it. I believed the voices.

~*~

For instance. A few days ago, when it was 100-something degrees outside, I sat down with Piper and Jason.

"It's extremely hot." Piper said miserably.

"Well of course Pipes." I say smugly. "Its because I'm here."

Piper didn't even look at me and fanned herself.

"Oh shut up Valdez. Don't you have to be stupid somewhere else."

Then she stood up and walked towards the Aphrodite cabin.

"I was only joking Piper!" I yell after her.

She ignored me and kept walking.

Jason looked at me, a sorry expression on his face.

"She's just grumpy because of the weather. Don't take it personally."

Then he too walked away, towards Piper.

I stare at his back, hurt. I do take it personally. What did I do? I must have done something.

Then I started thinking again.

When I was younger, I was so used to people walking away from me.

So accustomed to watching the back of people's head, and not turning back.

Before I ran away, I used to try and be a good boy and stay in one place. But every family I was with, walked away from me.

And I'll never forget the pain I felt each time someone did.

The feeling that I was so worthless, no one wanted me.

Eventually I got sick of people leaving me alone, I started running away. And leaving other families before they have the chance to leave me.

Putting the pain on them.

No family really wanted me. They just liked the idea of adopted some poor kid. They just liked the idea of me, but me? No.

In fact they wanted to get rid of me after a few days after seeing how hard it is to have a kid.

No one ever really gave me a chance...

So I made a motto.

Keep moving. I don't like painful memories. Who does?

Don't dwell on things.

Don't stay in one place too long.

It was the only way to stay ahead of the sadness.

I mean, I'm not the strongest or biggest kid. I'd survived in tough neighborhoods, tough schools, tough foster homes by using my wits.

I'm the class clown! The court jester! Because I'd learned if you cracked jokes and pretended you weren't scared, you usually didn't get beat up.

Usually.

Even the baddest gangster kids would tolerate me, to keep me around for laughs.

Plus... humor was a good way to hide the pain. And if that didn't work, there was always Plan B.

Which always eventually happened.

Run away. Over and over.

I mask my face from my pain and walk to my cabin. Hiding the fact that I feel like I messed up... no. Like I'm a mess up.

~*~

After that, I never felt the same. Well, after that I actually paid attention to how I felt.

I didn't just brush it off.

Right when I though I was having fun, the voices would come, and I would leave everybody and stay in my cabin.

And the voices would only get louder.

~*~

I don't think anyone really noticed either. They might have thought I had an off day, or I was acting weird. Or weirder than usual.

Because thats normal right? Happens to everyone. But I doubt that they ever suspected I'd run away.

But that was fine with me.

Sure I was a little hurt that they couldn't tell how I really felt. But I trap myself off so much, they barely even know me.

It doesn't matter after tonight.

I'm done with all these fake friends. Or maybe just friends in general. Maybe it's just too much pressure or too much at stake with friends.

I doubt they really care for me, I guess. They're just like everyone else; all the foster parents.

They keep me around for laughs. And when they are tires of my jokes, they'll kick me to the curb.

Then start treating me like I'm the joke.

I've been here to long. Gotta live by my motto.

Because tonight, I'm running.

~*~

I quietly pack all of my belonging... which to be perfectly honest, weren't that much.

Toothbrush, toothpaste, change of clothes, screwdrivers and other useless metal junk.

But the thing I'm going to miss the most is my toolbelt.

I'm leaving it here.

I'm not taking anything I don't have to, and if I take the toolbelt it'll just remind me of this place.

And what I need to do most, is forget.

I put on the small brown bag, with its long straps and put a note on my bed before I head off on my own.

And don't look back.

~*~

•Nyssa's POV•

I let out a strangled yelp after I read the letter to myself.

Leos gone?

Everyone in the cabin wakes up, we're light sleepers I guess you could say.

Tears flow down my face, as I process what happened.

Harley comes up to me. "Nyssa what wrong?"

I shake my head and hold out the letter to him. He takes it and read it to himself.

I watch his face carefully. I see it go from confusion to anger to pity to sad.

My siblings are just confused and say stuff like,

"What's the letter say?"

"What's wrong?"

"Where's Leo?"

"Who's hungry?"

"Read the letter out loud."

So Harley does.

"Dear brothers and sister and other random people who are possibly reading this,"

I let out a small laugh, and Harley continues. That's Leo alright.

"First off, I suck at making letters or stuff, so don't freak if this isn't a dramatic letter note thingy like I want it to be.

I'm so sorry I came here. I'm sorry I ever came to Camp Half-Blood. I don't belong here. This cabin tried to make me feel welcome.

So I'm leaving. By the time your reading this I should already be on the other side of New York. I doubt anyone will, but don't come looking for me.

I'm used to this and it'd be easier if you'd forget me.

Oh yeah. I made this type of clothing where the monsters can't smell your demigodness. I would have told you guys. But your safe in CHB so, I think it's fine.

I want to thank Chrion. Who attempted to teach me things, though I never paid attention so I'm unaware to what those things are.

I also want to thank Jason and Piper. Who became friends with some random loser they saw. I'm sorry to both of you. I know I did something wrong, I don't know what, but I'm sorry for it.

I'm sorry Frank for all those times I've teased you. They were only jokes, nothing more. Oh and Frank, take care of Hazel.

Hazel, sorry I'm related to Sammy. I don't deserve to be related to someone as nice as him. Take care of Frank because I'm sure he'll need it.

Sorry Annie for usually always annoying the heck out of you. I didn't really know you a whole lot, but you're braver than a lot of girls I know.

Sorry Percy for... well... I actually can't recall anything I did to you, other than annoy you of course. But I'm sure I did something, so sorry.

Hesphestus Group, as I said before, thanks for trying to make me feel like this is home. I'm sure you guys did your best, but you have to amit it.

I don't belong here. I don't really belong anywhere. But I have to keep moving.

To the entire peoples of Camp Half-Blood.
One word people. Sorry. For being annoying, and... well yeah just freakishly annoying.

Even Nemisis said it herself. She spelled out my life for me.

I'm the seventh wheel.

Goodbye and Farewell to all.

Sincerely,
The Supreme Comander of the Argo II
Leo Valdez

Harley looks up, close to tears.

Everyone has gone silent.

I speak up. "We should give that to Chiron. He has to know what happened."

Harley nods agreeing and the entire Hesphestus cabin knocks on Chirons door.

He opens it, looking exhausted. "Yes?"

Harley asks,"Can we come in? Its about Leo."

"Quite a lot of you," He says, opening the door wider to let us in. "And where is the lad?"

"That's what we're here to talk to you about."

Chiron closes the door once we're inside and Harley thrusts the note towards him.

The centaur raises his eyebrow but takes the letter and reads it.

His eyes filled with concern once he finishes.

"When did you find this?" Chrion asks, his voice dripping with worry.

"Just now. Nyssa found it on his bed." Harley answers.

I nod, confirming.

Chiron thinks for a moment, then says,"Call everyone to the Camp fire. I have an unpleasant announcement to make."

~*~

Once the seven find out they, uh. Well... it was quite a day.

Piper, Hazel, and Annabeth were all in tears, mostly Piper and Hazel though.

Jason was silent, most likely feeling guilty.

Frank was shocked and wanted to take back all the things he said against Leo. But it was too late.

Percy felt extremely guity, and tried to comfort Annabeth, as did the other boy did to their girlfriends.

They all searched the city and found no Leo. Eventually Chiron convinced them he was gone after two months.

And they stopped looking, but they promised each other...

To never forget Leo.

~*~

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