Day 21 of the 100 Day Drabble Challenge. Sort of a continuation of Day 19.
Percy touched his unshaven face as he stared at his desolate reflection in the mirror. A layer of despair sat over his skin like grime. His normally healthy skin was greenish and sallow. Good, he thought. Maybe if I look it, death will come for me, too.
Nico had been gone for a month now. He had died holding Percy's hand, looking into his eyes. It had really messed Percy up. He didn't eat. He didn't sleep. He curled up on his unmade bed and stared at the place Nico usually slept. That half of the bed remained clean. It seemed a desecration to his memory for Percy to touch Nico's side of the bed. He never even slept there, keeping to his side of the bed like he did when Nico was alive.
It was pathetic, really.
Nico wouldn't want this for his lover.
So why did Percy still do nothing? Why did he remain stuck in this state of depression and nothingness? Easy: without Nico, life seemed pointless. The things that used to make him so happy were now drenched in sadness. He couldn't look anywhere without reliving some memory. Nico was everywhere and in everything. Percy couldn't escape.
The bathroom mirror just reflected everything Percy already thought. It made him see what a wreck he'd become, what a wreck love had made him. Anger welled up inside him. Everything had taken it's toll on him. The world had been cruel. He'd been a hero, and now he was a train headed off its tracks. So with one huge cry of fury, he swung his fist at the mirror. Glass rained over his fist and the counter. Blood rushed up to the skin and spilled over.
With one last shell-shocked look at the blood and destruction, he stumbled to his bedroom. He snatched up his cellphone with his good hand. It took a few tries, but his fingers finally hit speed dial one. Annabeth. As the phone rang, he sank to his knees and slumped against his bed.
It only took two rings for Annabeth to pick up. "Percy?"
"Annabeth," he choked out. Was he crying? He touched his bloody hand to his face to discover that, yes, there were tears coating his cheeks.
"Percy?" She sounded more frantic now. "Percy, tell me what's wrong. What's going on? Why are you crying?"
A great sob escaped him. His head hung as he whispered, "Everything's wrong."
"You're going to have to elaborate, honey. Just calm down and talk to me."
"Everything's so wrong."