Warning, sad stuff may follow. Maybe a trigger warning.
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Leo was laying on his bed in the Hephaestus cabins personal underground room. He was tired. Tired of everything, and everyone. His friends just used him like a tool to make stuff. Used then thrown away. And to be honest it hurt. They didn't realize it, but all those jokes about "repair boy" hurt. And when they would tell Leo to "go away" or "stop joking around all the time", that hurt too. Because it was his mask. People dealt with pain differently. Like Nico, for instance. The kid was all dark and gloomy and stuff and shut people away. Others dealt with it by being expressionless. That was like Reyna. Leo could tell she had a mask. He was good at telling those things. Leo had a "jokester" mask. If you were funny enough, some of the gangs might keep you around just for laughs. He'd had some pretty mean foster parents. No one noticed the scars. The scars from the beatings and the belts. If they did, he laughed it off and said something about monsters. Somehow, they believed him. Other things his so-called 'friends' didn't notice was how skinny he was. Or that he worked himself half to death. They never checked on him. That hurt too. He'd had depression since he was ten. That was when he went to his first foster home. Not including Tia Rosas house. Although she had never technically fostered Leo. Just 'took care' of him for a week or two. Took care' yeah right. He let out a hollow laugh from his position on the bed. More like tried to kill him. Also there were the voices. Those terrified him. He'd never brought it up because they would all think he's crazy or something. Well they already do, Leo thought bitterly. The voices blamed him for everything. His moms death, the New Rome incident, everything. It sucked. No one knew how unhappy Leo truly was. And if they did, he doubted they would even care. Tired. That was an acronym to show how he felt that no one knew about. No one knew about what "tired" meant to him. He was, Torn apart, Insecure, Really faking his smile, Extremely sad, Drowning in the tears he couldn't cry. He learned not to cry at a young age. It made him seem weak. No matter what, he wouldn't cry. He remembered when someone told him his fatal flaw was the feeling of inferiority. He guessed it was true though. Tomorrow was "The Day". The day his mom died. The day he killed his mom. The day he got sucked into the foster system. The day the pain began. Everyone thought that Leo had a lot of friends growing up. He didn't. They all thought he was weird or stupid. He was weird though. He knew how to do complicated multiplication and division in a second in third grade. Comes in handy when dealing with mechanics. Most Hephaestus kids could do that. He remembered in fifth grade when he knew that 4,689 x 13,784 = 64,633,176 in ten seconds. The kids all looked at him weirdly and the teacher got mad. She thought he cheated. He didn't. Well, not really. He had one friend, Josephina. She acted like a Hermes kid. He wondered if she was a demigod and if she was still alive. He
Hadn't seen her at either camp so he doubted it. He hadn't seen her for years. He met her at one of the orphanages. The orphanage he met her at was the worst. They were treated like slaves. They had to clean everything. Just then, someone knocked on the door.

"Leo! Hey Leo!" Jason yelled. Ugh. Leo sat up and walked towards the door. He opened it and saw the rest of the seven outside. He fake grinned. Not that they would know it's fake though.

"Leo! We had a great idea! Could you make a phone!" Jason squealed.

Of course that's why they visit me. To ask me to build stuff. Leo thought to himself.

"Sure!" He said excitedly.

They all 'whooped' and left. Huh. So know he has to build a phone. Time to get started.

A/N Hey! How was that! Yeah I know I have a lot of stories but when I have inspiration, I write it down. So here it is. This fanfic probably will only be a few chapters at the most.