Im back guys. Thought id leave the story up though.

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Nico sat in his room, he was crying. He really fucked up this time. He got in a fight with Will, he screamed at him and Will yelled, "Go to Fucking Hell Nico-I don't want to hear it-Just go to Fucking hell!"

With that Will had slammed the door and Nico heard him stalk off. Nico went back to his cabin crying.

He never meant what he said when they fought, but he was angry.

Will's words rang in his head:

"If cutting your wrists is that pleasing then fine! Just go have a cut party with all your dead friends!"

"Fine then go talk to your dad! Make sure he has a nice house for you! Cause the road your taking, it's going to land you right there."

Nico brought the sword down to his wrists,

"I'm sorry."

He made a cut.

"Sorry that I only ever mess things up."

Another one.

"Sorry that I have a bad attitude."

Another cut.

"Sorry that I'm a waste of space."

The sound of blood hitting the floor increased by the second.

"Sorry that I'm a waste of time."

His blade made another incision, slash.

"I'm sorry I'm such a burden."

Deeper-and deeper.

"I'm sorry I'm just such a huge fuck up."

Deeper and deeper and deeper.

"Im sorry that I just can't do Anything RIGHT!"

Nico went as deep as he could, hitting the artery and letting the blood and tears fall.

"I'm sorry."

His eyelids fell closed and his sword, the last thing gripping him to reality, fell from his hand.

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