To whoever finds this letter.
one thing I've learned is that Life is kind to no one.
another thing I've learned is that Death isn't either.
death will take anyone. i am no exception.
i am in a constant race with death.
always just slipping through its fingers. just scraping by.
risking my life for people who are too afraid to look at me.
saving a world who is ignorant of me.
people run from Death.
constantly pray that today is not their day to leave.
to take Death by the hand and just walk away.
i have waited for days for Death to come take my hand and take me away from my troubles.
i am tired of waiting.
by now, i am sure you know what this is.
i do not want any one person to feel solely responsible for my own decision.
i want everyone to take this as a message.
when we are young, we are taught to treat others how you would want to be treated.
one of the most ignored lessons that is taught.
if anyone was treated how i was, they would understand my decision.
i am not saying i am the only one who feels the constant stares and whispers behind my back.
i know there are others like me.
ignored.
stereotyped.
feared.
it was something i never wanted to be. feared.
and if you ever had the chance to meet me before my life changed, i'm sure you would've never guessed that this is the same person.
but i was changed that day.
the day someone who had made me a promise told me he broke it.
i hid after that day.
until the world called out and said it needed my help.
i suppose what i am doing now is hiding.
except this time when the world is needing heroes, i will not answer the call.
there are other heroes. new and veterans.
stronger than me.
smarter than me.
happier than me.
this is not something i did on a rash thought.
out of malice.
this is something i knew was coming.
i suppose i could've gotten help.
but i don't want it.
i want to be free of this world.
perhaps i will ask my father for rebirth and live a happy, normal life with no memories of this.
i am no longer happy. and i see no point in living an unhappy life any longer.
I know you must be thinking i am being a bit dramatic. that i am doing this out of
Anger
Malice
Greif
Or perhaps you think i did this sheerly for attention.
No one cared when bianca died. no one thought to check in on her brother.
Enough has been said. you will not find my body, and if you do it will be too late.
before i go, i will leave you one last confession. a shock. something that will have me remembered.
i love percy jackson.
oops.
see what i did there?
i said "i love".
can't say that anymore.
signed,
the late nico di angelo
the ghost king