When Humor Stops Hiding the Pain

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Leo's P.O.V.

I stared blankly at the wall as I sat on the floor of bunker 9. Thinking about all the times my "friends" screamed at me.  I drew the blade across my skin.

"Stop making jokes for once and be serious!" Piper screamed.

Cuts littered my wrist, spilling crimson blood on the floor.

"You can't fix anything! Your useless!" Jason spat.

I dragged the blade quicker and deeper on my arm.

"Face it Leo. The only thing your good for is roasting marshmallows." Annabeth growled.

My vision started to blur. I slumped to the floor as the blade slipped from my hand. There was a buzzing in my ears. I heard a scream but it sounded a million miles away. Someone grabbed me just as I slipped into darkness.