The boy who ran

by anisah295

Nico Di Angelo was always a troubled kid. Demons and shadows surrounded him wherever he went. All he ever wanted was to fit in, to have a family, to be accepted. But as he spirals deeper into a depression he seems to start questioning living at all. One shot about the death of Nico Di Angelo. Rated T for suicide and mentions of child abuse.

One-shot

Dear finder of this note,

I hope your life was better than mine, because even if there are troubles it will get better. But I am too deep in, I have spiralled down too far to escape now.

My thoughts have always haunted me; but in this moment I know. I know I can never escape. I can never escape from this hell I call home. They said that we should open up, let the shine through. I have never been able to do that though, never able to work up the courage to tell someone. I was a coward. Not any more.

I always stayed in my room in silence, the only sounds that were audible were the clock ticking and my bruised foot banging on the creaking floorboards.

Here on this cliff I am stood, writing to the finder of this note. It's quiet. Quiet is violent. The voices in my head are telling me to do this, I can't ignore them any longer. I cant ignore the stares as if I was insane. Nor can I ignore the disappointment that linger in my fathers' psychopathic black orbs. But most of all, I can't ignore the bruises, cuts, and scars that he left me with, the scars that he left me to bleed with, no-one to care, no-one to help, no-one to love.

Those hands, the hands that slapped my disgusting and ugly body also had the blood of the innocent, the blood of the defenceless, the blood of my sister. She had been the first thought of my new born mind and she will still be on my mind when I take the plunge into the tempting and icy water currently below me.

I can't take it any more, my demons are consuming me, eating their way out form the inside out. I have tried to dispose of them but no matter how far I go to get rid of them the deeper I get pulled in. They are stronger than me, me the weak coward that can't even handle his own mind.

I know, I know I have always been an outcast. I know I have never fitted in yet I get so much attention, from everyone who's brave enough to 'talk' to me. And not the good kind. I get beaten up and harassed every single day for being who I am. Then I go home, no longer to see my sister jump out on me. No longer to hear the laughter and amusement of my mother's face. No longer to smell the freshly baked cookies. No longer to eat them as we watch the sunset. No longer to have a family.

If you're reading this than don't ever make the same mistake I did. Get help, god forbid that's what I should have done. I guess it's too late now. I want to leave this world, it's not where I belong. No-one's going to miss me when I'm gone. So I run, because everything I ever loved has died, everything I have ever touched has died. So now, it's my turn. It's time for me to repay for my sins. Goodbye

With much unrequited love,

-Nico Di Angelo

-the boy who ran.

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And so, as he jumped off the cliff, he felt the wind in his hair and he felt a smile grow on his face because he knew. He knew that he would finally be happy. And as his last thought wondered to Bianca, his lips moulded four words, four words addressed to her before he faded out of existence.

See you in hell.