Author´s note: OK so this fanfic was based on this picture, by the awesome Viria. Please don´t be that mean, it´s my first fanfic.
Nico POV
Water. Cold. Darkness.
Those words echoed through my mind as I sank in the freezing sea.
Water. Cold. Darkness.
I knew I should be swimming, but my limbs were numb from the cold. Besides, I couldn´t find any strength to go on. I could just give up. I could see Bianca again. I could see my mom again. I couldn´t find any reasons for staying here anymore. The boy I like has a girlfriend and he loves her. I am a reject. Even at Camp Half-Blood, I just never feel at home.
Water. Cold. Darkness.
I start going down, down, faster and faster. My vision was getting blurry. But I didn´t feel any pain, just the same sadness that has been plaguing my life ever since Bianca told me she was joining the Hunters. My life was rotten long before that, but at least I knew I had Bianca. But suddenly, I didn´t have her anymore. And she was happy, because I was a burden she could finally get off her shoulders. But I still loved her. But then she died. Just like that. And I thought she was going to be immortal. And I was left with no family.
Water. Cold. Darkness.
I could just give up. Just let go of this miserable life I have. I know I won´t go to Elysium, because I am no hero. But maybe my father will let me stay with him in his palace. Or maybe he can give me a job, like, Charon´s assistant or something. I tried to imagine myself wearing a maid´s uniform giving him a Starbucks cup and spilling it all over his Italian suit. I tried to laugh but only a weak bubble came out of my mouth.
Water. Cold. Darkness.
Black spots danced in my eyes. Below me I could see fish, their scales glowing like the precious stones that grew from Hazel´s feet when she was nervous. Oh gods, Hazel! I couldn´t leave her! I wanted to smack myself for not thinking about her earlier. Instead of bad thoughts, I tried to concentrate on the good things of my life. Hazel. Percy. Maybe I could finally find a home in Camp Half-Blood. Maybe I won´t be a reject anymore. And then I remembered: I had to get the Athena Parthenos to camp! I remember Reyna, who had been a good friend on our journey. I couldn´t leave her stranded like that! I pictured her face. I kicked and kicked with all my might, trying to swim to the surface. I pictured Hazel, Percy, even Annabeth, because, as jealous as I was of her, she had been a good friend. I kicked and kicked and kicked. I could see the sky, and the sun! at dusk, it looked like the color in Hazel´s eyes. Sorry Charon, I thought, being your assistant will have to wait.
With one last kick, I surfaced, breathing in my newfound happiness.