Valdez 2.0: Hello welcome to my first fanfic!
Leo 3.0: This sin't your first! It's just the first one you were willing to actually show!
Valdez 2.0: Don't tell the nice people that!
Leo 3.0: Let's see how nice they are when they post the reviews!
NICO
Nico wasn't in the mood to talk. Nico wasn't in the mood to do anything. No, that wasn't true. Nico was in the mood to die. It wasn't the first time he had contemplated suicide before. It probably wouldn't be the last. It was in his blood. Death. The feeling of it. Even the want for it. But he knew he couldn't do it. As much as he'd hate to admit. As much as he'd hate to admit anything, he was still hung up on Percy.
And he couldn't believe he had told Jason! Why had he admitted anything! And even after that, Jason had the decency to tell him it was okay? That the rest of the crew would understand? Like that would happen! Nico had grown up ridiculed. That weird emo kid. He was the son of Hades. He was gay. He wasn't even from this century!
There was no question about it, Nico didn't belong.
Nico had tears in his eyes. He looked at the clock in his room, but it was so blurry he couldn't make it out. It might be ten o'clock, but it didn't matter. Nico didn't care. He wanted to run away. He had no where to go.
Nico rummaged through the drawer by his bed, and searched for paper. Writing always helped him clear his mind. He found a sheet of paper and a pencil. The pencil feel to the floor. "Damn it!"
He reached under the desk to get it and lifted his head. He hit the top of the desk. "DAMN IT!" he yelled. He kicked the desk, but that just made him hurt more.
He put the piece of paper and began to write. Things I'd Hate for People to Know. He didn't know why he was writing this down. What good could come from this list? What if someone found it? Nico kept writing:
1. I'm gay
2. I have a crush on Percy Jackson
3. I hate Annabeth every day for no good reason
4. I tried to kill Percy Jackson because I loved him
5. I hate Jason Grace right now for him just existing
6. Sometimes, I wish Percy really was dead in Tartarus
7. I act angry so people won't suspect I'm gay
8. I don't care whether lightning hits me and kills me now, I hate Cupid
9. I don't care if I die or live
Nico's hand quivered after writing that. He put a nimer ten, but put the pencil down after that. Did he really not care whether he lived or died? Wasn't there someone besides Percy he lived for? His heart broke for the millionth time in his chest. Bianca. He missed his sister every day.
Nico heard a knock on the door. He opened it and saw Jason. Jason sighed, "Can I come in?"
"Sure," Nico replied, shoving his list in his pocket. "Welcome."
"Look, Nico," Jason began. It didn't sound good. "No one here care that you're gay. If you would just tell them, they would be okay with it. Help you. Defend you."
"I don't need saving."
"Well we'd be here for you."
"I don't need anyone to be there."
"Nico, why are you scared?"
Nico exploded. "What do you know about being scared! You've lived every day perfect! You knew you could fight monsters! You knew you were good looking! You knew everything was going to be okay! Every day I wake up ridiculed. For my parents, my choices, my romantic relationship. My era! I will never belong here! So don't tell me I should stop being scared! At least not until you know what real fear is!
"Look, Nico-"
"Out!"
"Nico!"
"Get. Out." Nico could feel his anger rising. They were both sons of the Big Three, and if they got real angry, things would go wrong, fast.
Jason walked out of the room. "If you ever need to talk, you know where to find me."
"I will never need to talk," Nico said.
And then he cried. Not slow tears rushing down the face, but sloppy tears. Like the way a second grader might cry. Snot everywhere. The clock on his bedside chimed, once, twice, three times. It only did that at noon and midnight. Once it timed twelve times it went silent.
"Nico?"
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