Sincerely, Trixie

I feel a shoulder on my hand, wait. A hand on my shoulder, and I look up from my tear wet hands to see Percy.

"Hey. Are you okay?" He asks.

"No. Would you be if your stuck in a camp where you can't do anything because of an accident that happened at the camp? No, I'm fine. Great even." I say, putting my face in my hands again, and crying.

Percy rubs my back, not saying anything.

"I know what it's like to loose someone you love. Your not the only one." He whispers softly. "When I first came to camp, I as being chased by the Minotaur. I had thought my mom died, but Hades had taken her prisoner. I'm not saying it's wrong to feel like this. Just don't let it consume you." He says, and walks away.

I thought Percy would be different. At least, that's how Rick portrayed him. I tried to shrug off my feelings as I rolled down to the cabins. I took a deep breath and opened the door to my cabin, and wheeled in. It looked nice enough, with white walls, and two light blue bunk beds. One side of the room was already decorated. I guessed that was Sabrina's side. I took the other side, and carefully lifted myself up onto the bed.

I put my hands behind my head and closed my eyes, thinking about how life would be now. I hear a faint knock, and the door open. I look up and Forest walks in.

"Hey. How you doing?" She asks. I give her a look. "What do you think?" I answer, sighing and rolling over to face the wall.

"Hey. Look. I know this is hard, but it'll be just like old times, except your in the wheelchair this time." She says, trying to be bright and cheery, and failing a little. I sigh again. "Look. I know your trying to cheer me up, but right now, I just need to be alone."

"I don't think so. I think you don't want anyone near you because they can still walk, and you want to drown yourself in self pity to make you feel better, plus, your not acting like yourself." She says. I know she's right, I just don't want to admit it as the tears fall.

"Would you be acting normal if you just found out you can't walk anymore, your dad is the god of the North Winds, and your sister calls you a thing, and it? No. You wouldn't." I say, trying to push out my feelings of grief and anger.

"Probably not, but you seriously need to straighten up. Don't let grief, and shame rule your life." She says, walking out the door.

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