Today is September 10, otherwise known as worldwide suicide prevention day.

So I wrote this, with the intention of informing you that suicide is MURDER. If you're feeling that bad, PLEASE talk to your parent, guardian, or another adult that you trust. They can help, believe me.

If you need to talk about anything, I'm always here for you.

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After One Week

Annabeth POV:

One week ago, Percy left.

I don't mean he left as in, "he left for a trip".

No.

I don't mean he left as in, "we broke up".

No way.

I mean, he left as in, he died.

Sunday was the first day of the week.

I woke up, and rolled over, almost crushing a note that was lying on the bed. It was dark, so when I picked it up I couldn't see the letters on the page. So I walked over to the window to get some light.

I looked at the paper. I tried to read the first line, but it was all smudged.

I'll just take it to Chiron, I thought. He can read anything.

But it was almost nighttime when I finally saw Chiron. By that time, Percy hadn't been seen all day. Everyone told me he had gone to see his mother, so I tried not to worry.

"I'll get back to you tomorrow," Chiron said after a quick glance at the letter. Looking back at it, I think he was trying to protect me and let me be happy a day longer.

So I went to sleep.

Monday was the second day.

I rolled over when I woke up, expecting Percy to be the first thing I touched. But he wasn't there.

The note sat on my night table, translated onto a different sheet of paper.

I read it.

Dear Annabeth,

I love you. I will always love you. Even after I die, I will still love you. Which is good for you, because if you're reading this, I am dead. I killed myself on Saturday night.

I'm sorry,

Percy

The rest of the day was spent crying.

Tuesday was day three.

I cried all day and all night. Nothing could stop me.

I wasn't even ashamed! I had just lost my boyfriend. It would be bad if I wasn't crying...

Wednesday was the worst and best day of all.

They found Percy's body.

It was at the bottom of the rock climbing wall. His head was twisted at an odd angle, and he obviously looked in pain.

I kissed him, though his face was covered in blood.

I started to cry and ran to Percy's cabin. That was where I had taken to sleeping after Tartarus.

By the time the day was over, his bedsheets were soaked in my tears.

Thursday was a blur. I didn't get out of bed at all.

On Friday, Sally Jackson came.

We cried together. But she was still the nice lady she had always been.

"Annabeth, even though Percy's gone, you're still a part of our family. And you will be forever."

When she left, I cried myself to sleep.

Now it's Saturday. It's been a week since Percy has been gone.

I miss my Percy.

I will never be the same again.