So this was writen for DerangedOtakuFangirl who asked for a Nico-angst fic.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or Heroes of Olympus, all rights to Rick Riordan.
There were times when he just couldn't take it.
Being constantly surrounded by death, the screams of the damned drifting through his bedroom window as he tried to sleep, spirits haunting his cabin at Camp Half-Blood; hearing people die, feeling the innocent draw their last breaths. They thought he chose this, thought he enjoyed it.
No.
They thought he didn't see the looks they gave him, didn't hear the whispering behind his back. The way they walked around him in the Common Area, the way they leaned away when he walked to the brazier at dinner time. Even the nymphs that had held him when he had learnt Bianca died, ran when he walked through the woods.
And people wonder why I don't go to camp.
He didn't want any of this. He wanted to go back to being a kid again. He wanted to be happy again, he wanted to see the world as he did when he was a child. But try as he might, he couldn't. This darkness had sown its seeds in his heart, sorrow taken root in his mind. And it was in full bloom.
I am a creature of the Underworld. Not a human, a creature. A monster.
Nico di Angelo had fallen down a hole, and he was never going to stop falling. He was surrounded by death, he stank of death, he radiated death.
And death is all I deserve.
So yeah, it's short but it was writen in like twenty minutes; I'm oddly proud of it though.
I don't normally take requests, this was the first one I ever got actually, but I try to make readers happy so yeah. Anyways, I'm going to stop before I ramble...
Thank you so much for reading! Cookies for everyone (::) and have a good day/night!