I am 

so alone.

I have no one.

Percy has Annabeth.

Annabeth has Piper. 

Piper has Jason.

Jason has Frank.

Frank has Hazel.

Hazel has Nico.

They all have each other.

I have....

no one.

I will never be 

wanted.

I'm just the 

"Repair Boy".

and

"Funny Guy".

and

"That Kid Who Sleeps in the Engine Room".

and

"Him".

I am 

no one.

And I have

no one.

Nobody

wants me.

Needs me.

Loves me.

And I don't 

expect anyone 

to care about me 

anymore.

I don't 

even expect myself 

to care about me 

anymore.'

I gave up eating.

I only eat Fonzies now.

I don't leave my room.

I don't sleep.

I had Buford

get me a knife 

from the kitchen

about 

forty eight  

hours ago.

I have now

three

long, thin

blood-red 

lines on my 

right forearm.

I raised the 

dagger 

one last time, 

but this time I

cut my chest, 

driving it

deep into my

heart.

No one would ever

need me again.

Because now, 

I am just 

the body on

The Argo II.