Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson / Heroes of Olympus.
A/N: Sorry that I took so long to update, I was just so busy and didn't really feel any inspiration.
Also, Blood of Olympus was amazing *sobs*
This chapter is for ritz (guest)
Welcome to my Life - Simple Plan {Nico}
Nico had always felt out of place in Camp Half-Blood, and nobody really enjoyed his presence apart from Hazel at Camp Jupiter. Most people were nervous and jumpy around him, and tried to stay as far away from him as humanly possible. Nobody understood what his "deal" was. But how could they? Their mother hadn't died, they hadn't been stuck in the Lotus Casino for so many years that they didn't know anything about the modern world, they hadn't lost their sister to the Hunters, and then lost her permanently anyway to death, they didn't have an awful stepmother, they didn't go through Hell and back only to be trapped in a jar, to be in love with someone who could never possible be theirs, to almost dissolve with shadows. No, they couldn't possible understand.
Nico thought of the many times that he thought that he couldn't face the possibility of another painful day, not that suicide would actually help, being the Son of Hades and all. Hades would be delighted that Nico had decided to join him permanently - he had a place in the castle prepared for him and all last time Nico had heard. Probably decorated with the skulls of monks.
Nico would have loved to be someone else. A normal, non-demigod person. Who wasn't gay. Who wasn't a loner. Who other people didn't find repulsive, or sorry for. Nico was sick of feeling so left out, unable to find anyone who understood him, and as he watched his fellow campers, he felt depression settle in under his bones. He wanted to join in with the campfire, and join a team in capture the flag. Hey, he'd even settle for singing with the Apollo group. If only people liked him... and if only he liked them.
Nico, as a general rule to himself, hated people. They were all smiles, whether fake or genuine, and always telling lies. "It'll be alright," was enough to make Nico snort with amusement. It was never alright. They said that they understood his grief, his pain, but how could they? They had never experienced anything like it. He had killed a man with his anger and pain, could they? They had never been let down, like when Percy promised to take care of Bianca, but she ended up dead anyway, and then she opted to be reborn so that Nico would never see her again.
Nobody would ever understand him it seemed, but he soon figured out that there were people out there that could make him happy.
Like a certain Son of Apollo, who could make Nico do anything really because of "Doctor's orders."
A/N: If you have any requests, don't hesitate to send them in.