Why…
Why did you have to go?
Why did you have to leave?
Leave me to handle all this pain
All alone in misery.
How could you do this to me
How could you leave
How could you leave and not protect me.
I know,
I sound like a selfish fool but what are
You to call me
A selfish fool when you're nothing better than me?
First, you leave me,
To go to another family.
Then you leave me,
Again, to rest in peace,
Without you, I'm nothing.
For our father, was a man,
With a cold and heartless mind,
A soul with no sanity, or love.
Leaving me with only the dead to love
And the dead to talk,
Leaving me with no one except the dead.
The dead is a harsh and cruel place,
But it's the only place I'm accepted.
Because you left.
Without me.
And now.
I'm coming.
For you.
Goodbye, to all of you, who all accepted me, for who I am. Goodbye, to all of you, who resented me for living. Goodbye, to all my friends, May they be dead or alive. Close or so far. I only wish to not be a burden and to not be remembered…because I am not someone to be worth dwelled on.
Nico, with shaking hands, closes the letter and seals it in an envelope. He then takes his Stygian Iron dagger, something he created in the Underworld out out scraps he found. He was ready. He looked at the words he scrawled on his arms so far: 'weak', 'selfish', 'weirdo', 'freak', 'unimportant', 'loser', and worst of all, 'not loved by', and 'to never be accepted'. He brought the blade closer to his wrist. A little more further towards my wrist than the others. A little more. Then it'll all be over. Those were his second to last thoughts before slicing. As he saw the blood, he thought, Peace. Finally. At peace. And he dropped, no longer breathing, to the forest floor.
