A/N: Hey This is my first chapter fic so please if you want to see anything happen in this story message me I'm open to suggestions.

Nico

Slice!Maybe he was right. Maybe I am worthless, I mean it's not like anybody cares. Cut! It's not like I have anybody left. Everybody leaves me one way or another. Slice! Mamma left. Cut! Bianca left. Everybody leaves. It's not like I care. Caring shows emotion. I shouldn't feel anything but an empty void. I don't deserve the right to feel pain over their loss. Slice! I don't deserve to acknowledge the blows he delivers, only sit there, receive and continue on. I see the bruises that litter my upper body, the purple and blue markings that outline the xylophone that its my very pronounced rib cage and all I think is that I deserve this, I deserve the slow starvation, I deserve the hatred of my father, I deserve the emptiness that fill the space that is my heart, I deserve the loneliness. I deserve all of this because I am worthless just like he says. I caused my mother and my sister's deaths. I deserve nothing more than what I am getting. If anything I don't even deserve to breathe, but's that too easy for someone like me, I should feel the embers of fire that consume me when he throws blow after to blow. I deserve the severe sting cause by the cut from a broken glass he used to hit me. But even then I still don't deserve to feel because feeling means that I am living. I should be dead so I should feel dead. Any sort of emotion means that I am living but I am dead inside, I am dead but I feel.

I stare down at the horizontal lines that cascades from my inner wrists to the top of my forearms. I look but try not to think. Thinking means living. Not thinking is impossible because feeling makes you think and all I feel is the sting of the cuts. I see the brilliant, bright , blood that flows down my sickly pale forearms, the blood somewhat making intricate patterns when it follows the laws of gravity and falls down to my finger tips. My arms are now numb. I wash off my arms and wrap them in bandages. I look at myself in the mirror. I take in the pale, gaunt and haggard face of mine, dark, raccoon-like circles surrounded my tar black eyes. I take in the oily, black, shaggy hair that frame my face and hangs low down to my shoulders and covers my eyes. It's unruly and unkempt. I take one last look at myself, clean the razor blade, put it away and go to my bedroom. I look at the clock. It's three am. Four hours before I have to leave for school. At least I'll get a few hours of sleep, but it wouldn't matter, I'm not allowed to feel.

Buzz! The alarm went off. It was seven am. Morning sun beamed through the slightly ajar window. I didn't hear the shuffling of feet downstairs, only the loud snoring of my father, Hades. He must have come in late and dosed off on the couch like he usually does. This knowledge only gave me sliver of hope that I would skip the early morning beatings that I usually receive. I slinked into the shower and bathed quickly. I got my clothes on and left the house and headed to school.

The school was an hour away from my house. I did't take the bus because I 'm not allowed to interact with others. Even if I was nobody would want to be around me because im revolting. Nobody wants me around because I'm not worth anyone's time or efffort. Sometimes I feel lonely, but I try to let myself not feel the pain of loneliness. It takes way too long for me to get to school and when I do I'm a half an hour a late. The hallways were empty and silent. I slowly made way to my first class, shuffling my feet a few times and wincing as my bones pop. I reach my hand to turn the doorknob and lightly push the door open.

There were millions of eyes staring at me and the room went silent as I came in. The teacher turned to me, a look of dissatisfaction prominent on his face.

" Thanks for gracing us with your presence Mr..." He looked at his roll, clearly forgetting my name. " Di Angelo," he quickly recovered, "Please take a seat." I nodded in his direction and quickly made my way to the back of the class. The teacher continued on with his lesson.

The class went on drearily but before the bell rang the teacher made an announcement. " So class , I have decided to have you do a partnered project on Greek gods. Your assignment is to pick two of your favourite gods or godesses and write an essay about them.." The class groaned. ".With that being said I'm going to pass out the names of your partners to you." The teacher gave a slip to every other person. I was the last person in my row so I got a slip. 'Leo Valdez'

When I looked up from my paper I saw that everyone else was paired except a scrawny boy with curly hair on the other side of the room. I got up and made my way over to his desk.

" You must be Leo Valdez" I said. He looked startled at the sound of my voice. " Yeah, that's me." he responded sheepishly. " I guess we are partners then." I was about to respond when the teacher called for the class's attention. He spoke. " Now that that everyone has found their partners I will give out the assignment sheets which have your instructions. Write your and your partners name on the assignment sheets. You have two weeks to complete the assignment." When the teacher finished he passed out the assignment sheets. I felt someone tap me lightly on the shoulder, I flinched slightly. When I turned around I saw Leo grinning at me, he didn't seem to notice the flinch.

" So how do you want to do this? Should I give you my number or email or should we just meet up in school?" he asked.

" I don't have a phone or a computer so we could just meet up in school." I replied in a hushed tone. He nodded. The bell rang for dismissal, I grabbed my things and headed out of the door to the rest of my classes.

A/N: Sorry for the Late update. Hopefully you enjoyed the first chapter. Starting the second soon. Love Ya. Ciao!

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