AN- so here's a super quick, really depressing Oneshot, I kinda wrote maybe a year ago. I re-wrote this because the idea was okay. There is mentions of cutting, and suicide so yeah.
Disclaimer: I in no way own PJO or the characters. Although I wish I did.
You're stupid. Take a step. You're worthless. Take that knife.
One step.
Two slits.
Three steps.
My life feels hollow. Just stop breathing they say, but can't they see I'm trying. Another slit. Another step towards the edge. I can see the stars, but they are fading fast. I can see his eyes, but even they don't last. I just want him to come and tell me it's alright. To tell me it'll get better, that I'll get better. Lightning lights the sky with false daylight, the sea crashes, what a beautiful death, almost like him. My lips turn blue with the cold, my body goes numb. I want this, I want to get away from him. Don't think of him, you'll turn back. So I think of my sister, step forward. My mother, another slit. The whispers, step, the pain, slit, the memories, step. I'm at the edge, there's no going back. My legs stops walking. My knife stops cutting. I hear him.
"Don't you dare." His voice shaking. The tears slip down my face, "Don't you dare leave me alone." His voice barely above a whisper. His hand reaching out to pull me back. But it's too late, I'm already falling. Bleeding. Dying. "NICO!" I hear him sobbing, only I can't quite reach out to comfort him, "No, Nico, don't go, please." He holds me like he does with Annabeth, rocking me gently, muttering words that don't make sense.
"Percy, tu sei il mio amore." I broke the silence, "Move on, love Annabeth." I placed a palm on Percy's face, and wiped a loose tear. He started to cry even more, it saddened me to think I brought this upon him, but he would move on. There was no doubt about that. The world faded until there was nothing but his eyes, sea-green pools of sadness.
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"NO. UNFAIR, YOU CAN'T GO. PLEASE DON'T GO. IT'S NOT FAIR." Percy screamed until his throat was raw, he continued letting tears leak from his eyes. Someone was smart enough to pry the lifeless body away from him. Nothing could bring him back. They were damaged-the both of them-beyond repair. The king who played mythomagic; the prince who's smile made everyone swoon, were both broken. All the wars, and countless fighting had left them drained. Nico's death was constantly on Percy's mind, he failed the boy. Again.
AN-so thoughts? Depressing, I know, I have no idea what compelled me to write this, but you know. Let me know what you think, also suggest pairings 'cause my creative thoughts are evading me at the moment, yeah, uhm, BYEEE!
