I need help.

warning: Attempted suicide. I rated this k+ because I think people should know about this before they meet someone who tries.

Nico's POV

Do you know what's worth fighting for?
When it's not worth dying for?
Does it take your breath away and you feel yourself suffocating?
Does the pain weigh out the pride?
And you look for a place to hide?
Did someone break your heart inside,you're in ruins

I sat on Zeus' fist with my stigygian iron blade. I wondered who would miss me. Jason was nice to everyone. Leo was too caught up in his new girlfriend to really care, she was nice and all. But Leo wasn't really one to care about me. especially after I tried to kill him. Kiara's crew pretended to like me for Kiara's sake. Hana would probably find out years after I was gone anyway because Kiara's sole purpose was to protect her incense. It felt like Piper and Percy only wanted me around to mess with my love life. Grover was on a mission. I creeped him out. Hazel would cry for me. She would miss me. But she knew I was fighting for something that I never wanted and she could see me in the underworld because her dad is the lord of the underworld.

That left Kiara. If I knew Kiara, which I do because she's my best and only real friend, she would be hurt to the breaking point. Hana says that when her first boyfriend died, she started acting all gothy and emo. She would not talk about her life before camp. She was still mourning the boy killed in a car accident. What would she do if she lost me?

I almost don't care, though. I'm not worth her time, even as a friend. I'd lied about wanting to date her. She forgave me. I shoved my self harm and hate at her. She tried to fix me. Why did she care. I hide in a pit of despair and she pulls me with her I can't take it though.

I am worthless.

THe world seems to be in total hysteria. The trees seem to laugh and the wind yells at my weakness. I thrust my blade at my chest. But it doesn't even pierce my skin. Instead, it is knocked out of my hand by a familiar blade. one that had disarmed me many times. It was a blade wielded by a powerful goddess. I looked up into the eyes of Sekhmet's host.

"I can't believe you, Nico Di Angelo." Kiara said.

Guilt washed over me. I'm a shameless brat. I thought of Kiara and was going to kill myself anyway. I am so stupid. I started to sob.

Kiara gave me a hug. "It's ok, Nico."

"N-No! I-Its no-ot." I said between sobs. "I-I was ab-bout t-to th-thro-ow bu-back into d-depression."

"Its ok. You'll be fine. you'll push through. I'll always be your shoulder to cry on."

My crying seaced and I laughed wryly. "I'm not worth you. Also, I don't want to cry on your shoulder. They have spikes on them. She laughed.