Jump.

I could do it, you know.

Jump.

And then it would all end.

Jump.

No more Nico.

Jump.

Just an empty shell.

Jump.

I could start over.

Jump.

A new life.

Jump.

Leave this prophecy junk behind.

Jump.

Half-blood? What half-blood?

Jump.

The voices whisper to me.

Jump.

Maybe if I did, my slate could be wiped clean.

Jump.

All this pain would vanish.

Jump.

It would be easy to find friends.

Jump.

Even easier if they didn't know me.

Jump.

And I didn't know me.

Jump.

No more grudges.

Jump.

No more Percy.

Jump.

No more Rachel.

Jump.

No more camp worries.

Jump.

No more lonely Hades cabin.

Jump.

No more Nico.

Jump.

I could become someone new.

Jump.

Someone other than the real me.

Jump.

And it's not like I could miss the real me.

Jump.

If I never even knew that it existed.

Jump.

I could be some happy carefree kid.

Jump.

The kid I was before.

Jump.

And it wouldn't matter that I was born in 1925.

Jump.

And it wouldn't matter that I didn't fit in.

Jump.

And it wouldn't matter that I made some bad choices.

Jump.

And it wouldn't matter that Bianca was dead.

Jump.

And it wouldn't matter that I was insignificant little Nico.

Jump.

And it wouldn't matter that I didn't eat enough cereal.

Jump.

And it wouldn't matter that I was once turned into a dandelion.

Jump.

And I wouldn't even care that I was a nobody.

Jump.

A nothing.

Jump.

I could be a someone.

Jump.

I could do great things.

Jump.

I could be whatever I wanted to be.

Jump.

I could get all the pretty girls.

Jump.

I could be better than Percy Jackson.

Jump.

And Percy Jackson could be jealous of the new me.

Jump.

It could all be mine.

Jump.

My memories: gone.

Jump.

I'd be free.

Jump.

These chains that tie me would be cut loose.

Jump.

I'd be a changed person.

Jump.

What would it be like?

Jump.

To never remember?

Jump.

A dip.

Jump.

In the Lethe.

Jump.

I brace myself.

Jump.

One last second as Nico di Angelo.

Jump.

Before I do it.

Jump.

One…

Jump.

Two…

Jump.

Three…

Jump.

A hand grabs my wrist.

Jump.

Not letting me go.

Jump.

"No, Nico."

Jump.

Clarisse wants me to stay me.

Jump.

But I can't.

Jump.

So I must.

Jump.

I jumped.

Jump.