Hey guys! So here's a depressing oneshot about Nico killing himself because he's just so depressed. I had Writing Club today, and the teacher suggested we write something that ends with… well, read on to find out. So sorry that it's so sad! Ahem… please read and tell me what you think!

All rights go to King of Cliffhangers, i.e. Rick Riordan. Percy Jackson and his awesome universe do not belong to me (dream on!) Enjoy! Oh, and don't forget to R&R!

I was so confused with life. I felt hopeless, empty, depressed. I didn't know what to do. I had no one in my life. No one. Even Bianca left me. Everyone at camp avoided me as if I had sharp needles protruding from my body. One touch and you will die. Even my so-called friends seemed to ignore me lately. Even a certain gorgeous, green-eyed boy.

I yelled and the birds on the trees flew away. I fell down to the hard earth, my fall being barely cushioned by the crisp autumn leaves. I cried and sobbed. I was pathetic. How could I ever think that the son of the Sea God would ever fall in love with me? I was so stupid. I hated myself, him, and the world. I hated the Gods. I hated everything.

I couldn't do this anymore. Enough was enough. I got up and brushed off the crunched leaves and shadow-travelled away to my cabin. Today was the day. The end. The end of the pathetic life of Nico di Angelo.

I stalked over to my bed and dropped to the floor on all fours. I grabbed the black box underneath my bed and shadow-travelled to the ocean. I wanted my last memory to be of him. I stood there for a minute, watching the peaceful calm of the ocean, remembering his smile, his green eyes, his messy, black hair. I smiled sadly and unwrapped the black box. Out came a bomb and a matchstick. The pathetic end of Nico di Angelo.

I lit the match on the bomb and sat down, waiting for my end to come.

His green eyes, his smile, his lips, his voice, his messy black hair, his laugh, his perfect body, his-

BAM!

I felt Thantanos next to me. I looked down on my broken, dead. Farewell, Nico di Angelo, I thought. You were always pathetic. You didn't deserve to live.

You were pathetic.

(A/N) Ah, certainly… a unique suicide. The writing club teacher said that we could write a story with a bomb blast… so this came out. Btw, Nico is NOT a terrorist, he just kept the bomb under his bed in case of he's too tired because of shadow-travelling and some monsters attack…yeah, sorry guys, I'll have a better story next time. R&R, please?