(A/N)The real Nico, this is his story. How he thinks of the world. Don't read if you don't support Pernico or Nico's feelings towards Percy. Rick is the one who first wrote it.
I'm in a box.
Except, I can't tell which way is up, or where the exit is.
Someone bigger than me, stronger than me has this box in their hands.
To them, this box is a toy.
Their play thing... is my life.
Yet, they don't know I'm here.
I'm all too quiet.
My silent screams are nothing to their deaf ears.
My world is spinning and I can't stop it, I can't tell it to.
Where are the walls of my prison, my cage, my containment?
Every time I feel like I've finally reached the top of the mountain I've been climbing, I fall.
Back into the depths of the depression I have run from.
Society is pushing me down.
Turning me into everything I never wanted to be.
All the traits I hated in a person became my reality.
It's not my fault I'm the way I am.
I didn't choose to be this way.
Yet, it's society's fault I feel like this.
I feel like I'm trapped, and I can't escape.
The world told me that people like me are not to be liked, or loved, that any one who supports me should not make it to Elysium.
Well I'll shown society who the boss is.
My father will make them pay.
They'll see.
They'll all see what I've been through.
And they won't forget.
They'll realize that the pain I've felt is nothing to look over.
My loneliness has been burning into rage.
Being alone in Tartarus showed me who my real friends are, who really has my back.
And I realized.
I'm all alone.