People Say April Fools is a day for Pranks. For me, it's a day of mourning and loss. Regardless of these feeling's people try and be "funny" and try to prank me. I try and be "funny" back by attacking them with pies. But nothing will ever cover up the hole in my chest from April Fools. People will go around writing today about April Fools and something to do with the Stoll brothers. Not me. I look for the bad things first. And today, it's not very hard. For me, I try and find a worse case scenario. Anyway, what happened on April fool's day that made Nico's life so terrible? He underwent a terrifying experience on April Fools day that would leave him without his voice for the rest of his life. Now, he has to face his fears to discover the truth of her death. And the pure terror of what might lie below the grave.

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Nico's POV

Lights. Camera. Terror. My words for describing April Fools. The scary images ran through my mind as I slept the night before. A cold sweat was formed on my brow when I woke and my t-shirt and jacket were soaking wet. I dropped my head in my hands and held back tears. Not that anyone would notice, anyway. I couldn't make any noise and there was nobody else in the cabin. The cabin was dimly lit from the green everlasting fire from the outside. The unnatural tidiness would lead you to believe there was no one occupying it. I regained my steady breath and walked away from the cabin, towards the memorial. Already, flowers lined the edge of her grave, signifying I wasn't the first person to remember the tragic happening. Yet I felt angry I wasn't the first to remember. It tore me up enough when it happened a year ago. I reached down and touched the cool stone of the memorial. I watched as goose bumps steadily formed on my skin. I reached into my pocket and gripped the pills. Seven smooth little stones were lined neatly in my palm. I sighed and removed them from the pocket. I tensed my muscles and set them slowly on the ledge. I watched as the strong wind picked up and blew them away. I looked away as tears gathered in my eyes. I sighed and walked away. Not to my cabin, though. To someone else's, instead.

Percy opened his door as rain started in outside the camp boundaries. He stepped aside and I stepped in. He put his hand on my shoulder and led me to his couch. I did nothing until he spoke up.

"I'm sorry, Nico. What happened before was an accident. You have to move on, though. You deserve it. She deserves it. She'd want you to move on." As he said those words I shot him a venomous look that told him he had went too far. He had. I got up abruptly and started to leave when he stopped me with his apology.

"You know its true, Nico. You're afraid to admit she's truly gone. This isn't healthy. You haven't said a word in a whole year. The only way she'll ever be truly avenged is if you speak. What, cat got your tongue?" He had gone way too far now. I spun around and surprised him with a blow to the jaw. He fell to the ground, even though it didn't really hurt him, and told me to leave. I did just that.

I ran out the door and made my way back to the memorial. A few people had gathered there, but they left when they saw me. I dropped to my knees at the foot of the grave and put my head in my hands. I looked up when I felt a strong hand on my shoulder. When I looked up, Chiron was standing over me. Although I never truly cried over her death, my attitude was enough.

"You have to talk sooner or later, Nico. We need to know what happened. I'm not asking for you to move on. I would never dare to. I'm just asking you help us find out more." He said it kinder than Percy, but it had the same meaning. They wanted me to forget her. Forget every thing we had. I was 23 but I had seen more than they had. I jerked my shoulder away from his grasp, got up, and gave him a look that clearly said, "I'm never talking about it."

Why had I refused help from people? I was meant to be with her. It's my problem, not theirs. I was there, they weren't. I was in love with her. They weren't…

I didn't know where I was going. All I knew was why I was going there. I needed to be weightless. I needed to have no fears. I needed invincibility. I needed to talk with her one last time…

How was it? I liked it. It's really good in my opinion. Question: Who is the song "Weightless" sung by? It starts with an A. If you guys want to know, I haven't had a good April fool's day because it was my Grandma's birthday and she had passed away when I was five. Review!