A/N: I'm not a man, so I obviously don't own the characters. I just like messing with their lives. If you read my other story "Happily Ever After" the Nico part makes more sense, but you don't have to.
"You'll never be good enough. But you already knew that, right?"
Drew left her in the Aphrodite Cabin alone, her usual group of followers trailing behind her out the door before it slammed shut. She felt hot tears start to burn in her eyes, but she wouldn't let the fall, not this time. Crying was for the weak, right hun?
It was kind of funny, how she always got the opposite of what she wanted.
When she was with her dad, she'd wanted him to spend time with her. But no, she wasn't important enough for him to even look at, was she? Always the ugly, forgotten kid that no one wanted. When he did talk to her, it was never anything she didn't already know.
"Ugly."
"Worthless."
"No one cares."
She never defended herself against his words, there wasn't any point. It wasn't like what he'd said was a lie. He didn't notice when she stopped actually smiling. Why would he?
When she got to camp, she wanted an older sister who liked her. At first she did, but Silena died. Her death had hit her harder than anyone, even Clarisse. But no one ever noticed poor, pathetic little Lacy. When Drew became counselor of the cabin, things just got worse. Silena wasn't there anymore to tell her she was perfect just the way she was. Silena wasn't there anymore to defend her against Drew's words.
"Do you really need to eat that, hun?"
She hated the voice Drew used when she did that. It was always sickly sweet. Like candy coated plastic. And if you thought the candy was a little bitter, just wait till you got to the plastic. No one noticed when she stopped eating. She didn't blame them. Piper might have protected her after that, but when Jason left, she might as well have been gone.
When she saw her mom, she'd just wanted to be noticed. But of course, the beautiful goddess was to bust talking to everyone else in her cabin. Lacy understood though. She wasn't important enough to be seen. She's watched them talk for hours. No one noticed she was even there. She wasn't important enough to be noticed.
When she met Nico, she'd wanted someone to like her. And he did, for a little while. Until her left her for a pretty Demeter girl. The only person who'd ever told her they loved her, and she wasn't even worth breaking up with face to face. And then he broke her for a second time, too. She thought it was kind of bittersweet. They say that promises sweeten the blow, but she didn't need them. In her opinion, they were the best thing that could have been.
And when she lay there almost dead in the cold snow, her ruby red blood spilling out of the deep cuts in her arms over the the white blanket like a sacrifice; all she could think was that she would never see Elysian's Gates. She hadn't died a hero. She had died with her last, final note in one hand and a knife in the other. She wouldn't be remembered, she wouldn't go down in history. She would be much as she had been in life. Forgotten, unimportant, and too worthless to think about. If she was remembered, it would be as that poor little girl who had lost her mind. The person who tried to see the good in everything and eventually just couldn't go on anymore. She'd wait forever in the Fields of Asphodel, waiting forever for someone to care. Waiting for something that would never come.