One. He slid it across his arm.
Two. The cold, metal blade felt good against his pale skin.
Three. It sent shocks up his arm and spine.
Four. His blood was pretty. Why was it pretty? It's not supposed to be pretty.
Five. The searing pain in his body drowned out the world, made him forget all the hurt, worry, sorrow.
Midway in his sixth cut, Nico heard the cabin door open.
Shit!
A blond mop of hair peeked through the door.
"Hey Nico, Chiron wanted me to-. OH MY GODS NICO!"
Turning around on the spot, Nico saw that it was none other than the one and only, Will Solace.