the song kind of gives an idea of how will feels

All the campers knew him as an optimistic, outgoing person. He knew himself as the host for all the monsters under his skin.

The other campers were always so amazed at how he could keep his cool and stay calm during the worst of crises. What only he knew was that he was so used to seeming calm on the outside, it had become a second nature to him. If second natures required effort.

Yes, there were moments his happy mask slipped, but it never stayed down for long. Those few campers who witnessed such a thing thought he was just cracking from all the pressure. But the golden-haired boy was already cracked inside.

On the inside, he was broken, his heart fragmented, shattered into a hundred million pieces. They were sharp, and the pain was everywhere - in his bloodstream, in his arms, in his legs - and it hurt to walk. More than anything, however, his mental pain was unbearable; he heard the voices in his head, arguing, telling him to do all different things.

It was worse when he was alone, so he spent all his time everyday in the infirmary, where there would always be people, because after all, he was in a camp for demigods, and demigods were prone to getting hurt. Just some in different ways than others.

He thought he was alone. He thought no one else could hear the monsters. This was until his mask slipped in front of a boy with a skull ring.

Do ya like it better when the chapters are long or short? I can make these longer if any of you want...