(Weza be with Percy now)

First day of my Senior Year.

And I was called down to the office already by my second period.

" Is there a problem?" I asked when I entered the office.

" Don't worry, Percy." The principal told me. " You haven't done anything."

" Than why was I called down?" I asked as I took a seat.

" As it seems to be." The principal, Mr.Bocce told me. " You weren't registered for school this year, which no problem we can fix as soon as your mother or step-father shows up. But you're not eligible for class at the moment."

I nod my head and all day neither of them came and it went like that or a month. I wasn't staying with them so I didn't know what was going on. Id go back to camp after school.

So after this happening for 30 days...

" What is your mothers number?" Mr.Bocce asked me. " This is ridiculous."

Now usually I would be staying with my family but after the Giant War things got tough for me and Camp and Camp Jupiter and it was just a huge mess so I've been there. They need all the help they can get. I'll like sped Christmas or the holidays with them.

Now this year I don't see Paul for anything. Period.

So when my mom can't come she had work they call a sub in for Paul and he's called down. He looked great.

Paul did not know I was still breathing I guess.

Whoops.

So like he doesn't see me at first being I was talking with somebody else at the time.

And when I was standing at the door just waiting now.

Paul was confused.

" Percy died like almost two years ago." Paul told Mr.Bocce. Confused, and puzzled. He was confused, to be nice about it.

Sorry, distracted.

" Why would I have to register him if he's dead?" Paul asked. " That's a waste of money."

I decides to just because.

I knock on the open door and I ask my step-father.

" Then where was the body?" I asked and I think I almost gave him a heart attack and the final bell goes off and here walked in a girl 13 years old about.

She called Paul dad and I looked at her confused as hell now.

Like, I'm sorry. I've only ever had a brother. And not on my mom's side. I've only been gone for a year. Not 13.

" Sorry, but did you just call him your dad?" I asked this girl.

" Do you got a problem with that?" She asked me, really defensive.

" No. No problem." I told her. And we walked into the next room over that was empty. " Just curious."

She nodded her head.

" What's your name?" She asked me.

" Percy." I answered. " Yours?"

" Anna." She told me. " You know I had a brother named Percy."

" Since when?" I asked her.

" Well I never met him." Anna tried to explain. " Well he would've been my step-brother but he died like two years ago. He would've been your age I think. 18. He died with all those teen murders. Piper McLean, Annabeth Chase, all those people. Kind of sad. What about you? Any family?"

" I don't live with them anymore." I said. " I stay at this place it's hard to explain. They're still alive. I have a half brother. Step-dad. Step-sister."

She nodded her head.

" Why are you here?" She asked me. " I mean, did you get in trouble or something?"

" No." I said. " My parents won't register me so I'm stuck here every day. It's boring. Even worse I have ADHD. So yeah.."

She nodded her head and at the 4:30 I was bored as hell and so was she.

" I have to head out in like 15 minutes." I told Anna. " I can give you a ride home if you want."

" As long as you don't kill me." Anna told me, meaning yes.

" Well you're innocent for all I know." I reply and we head out.

When I know where she lives she just got a little creeped out.

" How do you know where I live?" She had a knife on her.

So I take out Riptide, keeping it as pen.

" Calm. Down." I told Anna. " You said your step-brother was dead. His name was Percy."

" Your concern?" She asked me, raising the knife.

" My name is Percy Jackson." I re-introduce myself. " According to you as of now my family thinks I'm dead. And I'm not okay with that."

She stopped, dropped the knife. And just store at me.

" That's impossible." Anna said. " We saw the body. You were.... how?"

" I don't know." I was honest. " I never did die. So that wasn't me. Same with the others. Were all alive."

She say back in the seat, just taking it all in.

" So my dead step-brother isn't my dead step-brother." Anna said. " That's.... new."

And I noticed something on her arm. Scars. Old and fresh ones alike.

" What the...-?" I said, puzzled as she saw me look at her arm. And she pulled down her sleeve.

And I quickly came to a theory.

" You cut." I said.

" So?" She asked me. " Your parents aren't divorced you wouldn't know."

" My parents never got married." I said. " I was abused growing up. I would know. Bitch I can go all day about this."

" Then prove it." Anna said, anxiety getting to her bad. She took out an inhaler which helped.

Hesitantly I took off my sweater because it hurts to roll up my sleeves. Bad. She saw the bandages. Got confused.

I unrolled one of them and she store. It was a lot worse than hers. A. Lot. I mean.

" Holy shit." She said. " What the-? But dad and your mom said you were always so happy..."

" I went to war." I explain to my step-sibling who had now stopped staring. " That changed a few things in me."

She nodded her head and after we both were covered and promised not to tell of the others cuts we headed up.

Now with Anna no big deal she was home early. My mom figured she walked home.

Then I walked in and it's a whole different story.

She saw me, looked at me, walked over to me, poked me in the chest, and then hugged me.

Weird. But I guess that's what she did.

Now my mom knew of I survive a hard critical war to the camp or gods I can't go home and stay there. I can visit sometimes.

So she's not mad. She understood it wasn't like the Second Titan War.

Paul was just pissed all together. When my mother wasn't there he tried beating me.

Like I said he tried. I was faster, though.

" You left us." Paul was not exactly a happy camper about me right now.

" No." I said. " I was forbidden to stay with you guys. There's a difference."

" Give me one." He said.

" The war was critical." I explained to Paul. " For the first few months you wouldn't have wanted me around. Especially if Anna was here."

Paul didn't believe me and I know he didn't.

" One. Reason." Paul bares through his teeth as he took off his belt. " Before I beat you to death. You have two minutes."

And I start listing.

" I had flashbacks on average 20 times a week." I start listing everything I could think of. " I was constantly cutting. I almost killed myself more than once. Nightmares were constant every night. So were the terrors. It was common to wake up shrieking in the middle of the night. What else do you want?"

He tried to belt me anyway.

Broke a vase with the belt and I'm sure he was drunk because he starts hollering. Not at me. At the vase.

" Dad." Anna saw him. " You're drunk."

" No I'm not." Paul was in denial about this. " Go to your room young lady."

And Anna was afraid of her father. She starts walking towards her room I presume.

" Woah, hold up." I said. " What did she do worth needing to go to her room? Especially if she's doing homework and getting help with it."

" Shut up." Paul told me.

" You don't control me anymore." I back talked and here walks in my mother.

Paul starts hollering again.

" So what am-?" Anna said and Paul looks at her for seconds.

" Go to your room!" He hollered and she ran for the bathroom.

My mom walked in from outside

" What did I just walk into?" My mother asked seeing the broken vase.

" A little Gabe scene." I said and she just walked into the kitchen, confused.

When Anna came out a second later and Paul hollered for her to go to her room.

" Shut up." I told Paul. " Before you hit way to close."

And he mocks me.

" You don't control me anymore." Paul mocks me and I wasn't happy about it but I didn't attack him. Anna ran back to the bathroom.

" No, seriously, shut up." I said. " Before you kid commits suicide."

" Why would you?" Paul asked me.

" Not me." I clarify. And now my mother is listening. " Anna. You're scaring her to death enough for her to start cutting."

They both stop dead silent and look at me.

" What did you just tell us?" My mom asked.

" Yeah." Paul said. " What are you talking about? Anna would never-"

" Are you so sure?" I asked Paul. " What were you just doing? Trying to beat me and hollering at your daughter for no reason? Because that's what it looked like."

Paul sat down, closing his eyes. Realizing what he had turned into over the years.

My mom leaves for work, not really wanting to and I pull up a chair across from Paul.

" You're a good person, Paul." I was honest. " I know you are. But where did the anger come from."

" Percy-" He didn't want to talk about it.

" Trust me when I say it feels a lot better to get off your chest." I cut him off. " What happened?"

He rested his elbows on his knees as he put his head in his hands and was considering how to word this out.

" Well aside the fact for two years we thought you were 6 feet under because of some monster or traitor." Paul said. " Just a little bit of everything. Please tell me you understand so I don't have to explain."

" Don't worry I know." I told Paul. " Why do you think I never called?"

He looked at me.

" I actually don't...." He said. " Why not? "

" I planned on it as soon as we got back when I left ." I explained. " But things progress, times get hard, sometimes you'd fall into anxiety or depression or I know one person just gave up all together. So getting back it's not like the camps were any better. I was going to call. Just not yet. When maybe the terrors would die down or problems would become less I would. And that hasn't happened yet.Youll wake up middle of night from somebody shrieking. A god or a demigod will still go missing for a few days."

Paul nodded his head.

" Are you staying here?" Paul asked me.

I shake my head.

" No." I answered. " I can't. It's still critical and all help that they can get they'll take."

Paul nodded his head.

And all of a sudden we saw a little trail of blood in the kitchen. Into the hall.

So we decide to investigate. And it led to Anna's room. She cut her chest and stomach area in about two inches Id say. She was in such deep pain. Losing blood insanely and Paul knows what I can do. He gets a tub of water as fast as he can and a wash cloth.

He hands it to me as Anna is clutching her side, where it was the worst.

She saw me.

" I'm already gone, Percy." She whispered. " Don't even try. I wanted this for myself."

" I've already lost to many lives." I told her, dipping the cloth after mixing the salt with the water. " I'm not losing another with out trying to stop it."

I put the pressure on the wound an though it wouldn't close; with a lot of effort and power and a bloody nose of my own I stopped the bleeding. She was passed out. But not dead. Close. But not dead.

Two minutes later my mom showed up and of course she freaks out.

" She's not dead." I told both of them as Paul too was freaking out and neither of them are calling 911. " She just passed out. If we can get some blood we will be fine."

Somehow the Dares knew about this and show up we three gallons of fresh clean blood.

Guess her mom works in a hospital.

Anyways, we managed to connect her up and get blood pumping through her. By the time she woke up, she wasn't happy. Paul uh... He ratted her out about the cutting.

So at the end of the day, I have somebody else who hates me.