Tell me what you guys think about this...I came up with it while i was hopped up on coffee and mountain dew at four a.m. Read and Review RawR
Whoever declared that New York was the city that never slept was making an understatement. She lay there and stared at the ceiling. She replayed her mother's drunken rant in her head and traced the newly acquired cut on her arm that came about after she had met the wrath of a broken Tequila bottle.
"You're just a stupid whore and that's all you'll ever be…"
The words echoed through her head as she lay there. Her eyes began to cloud over with tears once again but she blinked them back like normal. To her crying was a weakness.
There was a tap on her window and there he stood. His black hair and matching eyes; to her the perfect cliché combination for the vision of the perfect drunk. He stood there and waited for her to open the window so he could come in. She motioned for him to hold on for a moment. She listened and found the familiar heavy snores of her mother in the room down the hall. She probably had knocked herself out with her sleeping pills possibly a handful too many but she didn't care, she never once cared.
She walked over to the window and he climbed in. To her that must've been pretty hard to do seeing that he was over six feet tall. He smiled at her and she closed the window.
"Hey are you ok?" he asked referring to the cut on her arm.
She looked at the cut, it wasn't too serious but it was enough to add to all of her other scars that she acquired over the long seventeen years of abuse. She couldn't wait for her eighteenth birthday.
"Oh this is nothing." She bluffed. In actuality it hurt like hell she was pretty sure that there was a glass shard stuck in it.
"Thals that looks like it could get infected." He rolled his eyes.
"Look it's nothing that I haven't dealt with before." She said crossly.
"The last time you dealt with something you ended up in the hospital with an infection." He snorted.
"Look I'm fine Nico." She rolled her eyes.
"At least let me bandage it." He said before retrieving a first aid kit from under Thalia's bed that he stashed there a few years back.
He sat her on her bed and pulled up a chair to her bedside table. He switched the lamp on and pulled her forearm across the top. He opened the first aid kit and pulled out the tweezers.
"Don't." she warned.
Nico handed her a teddy bear, "Bite down on this."
She wanted to scream as he poked around the cut with the tweezers to find the piece of glass that was lodged in it. Finally after a moment of searching and he pulled it out with a great deal of pain on her part. She winced as he poured hydrogen peroxide on the cut. She looked away as he pulled out the needle and thread.
"Ok don't look at this and bite on the bear." He warned.
It was a normal procedure; Thalia and her mom would fight, she would acquire a new cut, and Nico would come over after her mother was asleep to take care of her. She was used to the makeshift stitches and the sobs that would occasionally escape her.
Finally Nico finished playing doctor and was wrapping her stitches in gauze making sure that it was covering the stitches so no dirt could infect them. After he would look at Thalia with the same sympathetic look and Thalia would feel that twinge of pain through her body.
"Thals you can't keep living like this." He whispered.
She looked at him and knew he was right, "I know."
"Then do something; get out of here." Nico whispered.
"And go where? To a foster home where they'll ship me off? It's too late to do that I'm going to turn eighteen in seven months and then I'm out of here far away from the bitch." Thalia muttered.
Nico looked at her, "Thals."
She looked over at him and then slipped under her covers, "Nico."
He chuckled softly and she heard him get up, "Do you want me to stay or go?"
"Stay." She thought instead she said, "Whatever you want."
Nico obviously took that as he needed to stay and she was grateful that he had read into her words. She could hear him sliding off his shoes and jeans, shedding his shirt and sliding under the covers behind her. She felt safe in his arms. That was the honest to God truth when it came to it.
She had grown accustomed to Nico being there every night. He was her age and they had grown up in the same neighborhood. They sent one another messages on whiteboards like that Taylor Swift music video. They had managed to find some sort of calm in the craziness of their lives. Nico was on his own pretty much; his sister was barely scraping together enough money to keep their place after mom died.
All that mattered to her was the fact that she had someone to care for. Someone who also cared for her back the way she cared for them. It was something that kept her from pitching herself off of one of the many buildings in the city. But all good things always end tragically…well for her they do. Of course once she managed to fine something good in life it disappeared as soon as it had appeared.