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Persephone ''Sephie'' Jackson was never destined to live a quiet life.
Even where the world around her was calm, the campers went to sleep and everything seemed peaceful, her mind was far from it.
She didnt remember when it started, sometimes she feels like it was always like that.
Her thoughts too loud for her to actually rest, she would lay on her bed in her cabin tired but not able to fall asleep. And when she did, she was haunted by the images of the depths of tartarus, her friends dying, her being tortured.
She would try everything to shut it up, she used razors that left thin cuts on her wrists, she tried sleeping pills that Will gave her but nothing worked. Almost like she was just destined to be miserable, not allowed to just be like the rest of them.
When the sun set up, she would sit in front of her vanity, applying thick layers of concealer under her eyes to hide the fact that she couldn't even remember the last time she actually slept without being woken up by nightmares at three am.
She went through far more than any of her friends but she couldn't let it make her useless, she couldn't let herself be depressed (even if she already was).
She always helped everyone, tried to be the nicest person she could be without falling apart.
She baked cookies, she laughed when it would be weird for her to not to, she would help Katie with the strawberries, she would help Annabeth when she was tired, she would teach younger campers sword fighting.
It never seemed enough tho.
She tried so hard to distract herself, distract everyone from the fact that she was falling apart.
Its not like they didn't noticed, because they did.
They just were so caught up with their own problems that they didn't have time to help their leader, the one person who always helped them.
She held them when they cried, she bandaged wounds that weren't hers, she gave everything to them, hoping they would notice that she needed them too.
That she needed help cause her cabin was dark and her sheets were stained with her own blood and that her journals were full with what she never told anyone, that she needed help cause her mind was eating her alive and she felt like she was going insane or slowly dying, probably both.
She long since stopped asking for help, she thought that that made her weak. But she still hoped they would see how much she's hurting, that she is falling apart right before their eyes.