Nico, Interrupted

**Hey guys, all I'm gonna say is I own no characters from Percy Jackson, and also the chapter lengths will be really messed up in this story. I guess that's just how I feel about the things that happened. The following is (partially) based on some of my actual experiences (just think of Nico as me, but I've changed peoples' ages and also the timeline, y'know, for drama) so flamers are totally welcome, who thought I'd want to actually be complemented for my writing? Hehe, He… Yeah. Enjoy.

Warning: will contain yaoi, swearing, self-harm and very mature themes**

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Despite being carted off to the loony bin, Nico was relieved.

Since he was fourteen and began experiencing depression, suicidal thoughts and minor psychosis, he'd been enchanted by the idea of a place where no one would judge him, because they would be accepting him for what he was. Crazy.

Fourteen was when he finally snapped. Since he was ten, he'd been suppressing anxiety issues, only experiencing panic attacks once or twice a year. Then things went downhill in years seven and eight, and that was the genesis of his cutting. Nico knew why he did it— a feeling of being grounded, real, lucid, was what drew him to the pain.

Then there was a strange clear patch for most of year nine. He cleaned up his attendance, and was even accepted into some subjects above year ten for the next year. Then, with two panic attacks in the same week, he grew desperate and careless, and was soon caught shredding his arm with a razor blade. That night had been terrible— to his mother, he'd always been a good boy, strong, because that was the face he always put on. When she came into the bathroom, and Nico smeared blood all over the tiles trying to hide his cuts, the look on her face broke Nico's heart a thousand times over. Disappointment. Disgust. Shame. But worst of all, pity.

Nico had been incredibly independent from a young age- with his father out of the picture and his mother focusing on taking care of herself, Nico taught himself everything he needed to know. Usually from books, if it was something trivial or academic, but he was street-smart, too. The young Italian earned the trust of local gangs, was even poked at by the Mafia, but Nico was only learning, not interested in more loyalties to keep. He would never get involved or take drugs, he simply wasn't interested. He just liked learning. Spending hours at the library or talking with people in the street, he was only ever home to sleep. But that was the harsh reality of it all.

His father was CEO of Hades Inc., a huge company that dealt in the trading of specialist labourers. Nico knew who his father was, and only disliked him for leaving his mother after a poor one-night-stand. When he was younger, he'd make up stories about Hades actually being the god of the underworld, trading the souls of mortals to other gods. He would frequently make up stories like these, to hide from the much less fantastic truth.

Right now, that truth was he was getting his ass hauled to an insane asylum.

The first thing Maria did was call the hospital, requesting an ambulance. Well, actually, the first thing she did was swear in Italian and bless Nico, probably hoping her son was possessed and not actually suicidal. Nico had stood up, shouted into the phone it wasn't necessary, and then proved to his mother it wasn't serious by cleaning up the cuts in front of her. Thinking back, Nico had just wanted to calm her down, and maybe convince both of them he still had some sanity left, but to Maria, her son was a professional cutter. The ambulance came and took them both away.

Turned out, after all of the fuss of a few days in hospital, Nico was not only suicidal, but malnourished and had a Vitamin D deficiency, of course all of that was peppered with depression, minor psychosis and about a million other things that had fucked up Nico's psyche.

Maria had stayed by Nico's side and cried the entire night, making Nico feel guiltier than he ever had before.

That memory played around and around in his head as he walked into the front office of Lake's Meeting Home for the Mentally Insane. His mother was with him, along with the psychologist from the hospital and a guard, to make sure Nico didn't freak or make a run for it or something. As if; the place was more like a prison than "Home".

Nico was keeping his cool as he was checked into the new hospital, but as files were exchanged and the day grew later, Nico became a bit nervous. He didn't know when he would next see his mum, and would be analysed while being surrounded by properly crazy people. Hehe, "properly crazy". He tried not to laugh at his own words, because bursting out laughing for no reason in an asylum is not a good look.

Before Nico could begin to look around and analyse the place he would call home for at least the next six months, his name was called. Nico turned to the front desk and saw a hospital attendant standing next to the front desk with a wheelchair. Nico was struck.

"I… I can walk." He said, giving the wheelchair an untrusting glance. A wheelchair, seriously?

The hospital workers had obviously been through this before, and gently explained they couldn't go anywhere in the hospital if he wasn't seated. Nico knew it had been a long, stressful day for everyone, and knowing he was as ready as he'd be, despondently went and sat in the stupid thing. His mother gave him a small smile and small goodbye, which Nico weakly returned. They both knew he wasn't, how had he put it before? Oh yeah, properly crazy, Maria just thought Nico would benefit from some time away from her and her sickness.

Nico just wanted to be alone. Preferably in the dark, if a wardrobe was really too much to ask.

Nico's driver introduced himself as Chris, and Nico civilly and politely introduced himself back. It would probably be important to be on the good side of the guards, if he wanted to get acquitted soon.

Down hallway after hallway they went, Chris buzzing through security doors and locking them behind him, until Nico was completely and totally lost. Not having your bearings for six months would be enough to make anyone crazy, Nico thought. Finally, Chris said this was his room, pulling over at an open door among many. Nico stood up, and looked at his humble abode.

A cell, would be the only way to describe it. Devoid of any colour or emotion, it had a bed, a bookcase and a shitter. Nico sighed and stepped into the room, flinching at the crash of the door behind him. Chris said he'd come and get him at dinner.

Nico looked around. Shitty bed, check. Empty bookcase, check. Miniature bathroom to the side that looked like it belonged in Saw, check. Wow, he'd just signed up for the true experience of a lifetime. Hell.

**Yup, short crappy first chapter. I've written the rest, but please review if you want me to publish it :3

Sushi for all**