Chapter Two


Disclaimer: I do not own the PJ series by Rick Riodan.


Nico's POV

I don't know what's wrong with me. Ever since I watched Thalia bleed to death on that dirty bathroom floor, I've just felt off. But I guess anyone would after witnessing something like that.

I don't eat as much as I usually do, I can't sleep very well, I feel like something is missing. Something important.

I wander around town listlessly most days. I don't know what to do with myself. I almost feel like I'm frozen in this one point in time.

When I'm at home and alone, I want to be around people. When I'm with people, I just want to be alone.

I feel like I'm going insane.


After two weeks of this madness, I decide that it's about damn time I do something about it. I decide to see a therapist.

"So, Mr. di Angelo. What has brought you to see me today?" Dr. Cadmus asks.

I was laying down on one of those fancy leather couch things that are usually seen in therapist's offices. The room itself was brightly lit, the walls a soothing mint green color, the floor a soft, beige carpet. There were huge windows overlooking the city. It was gray outside, looking as if the sky might open up any second.

"I feel like I'm going insane." I finally say.

"And what do you feel the cause of this is?" he asks. I can hear his pen scratching against his notepad.

"Well, that's why I came to you. I'm not quite sure why I feel like this." I say. I had a suspicion, but it was a ridiculous thought.

"Hmm. Well, has anything significant or traumatic happened lately?" he asks.

"I-yes, actually." I say.

"What would that event be?" he asks, followed by more scratching.

"I watched a young woman bleed to death." I say, simply.

"Oh." he says, his eyes widening slightly behind his glasses.

"Did you know this young woman?" he asks, getting over his shock.

"No, not really. I had only met her once before I found her." I say.

"And where was that?" he asks, accompanied with more scratching.

"At a bar. She worked as a waitress and barista there. She had seemed to be just barely tolerating the customers." I say.

"I see. And did you possibly feel some sort of connection to her?" he asks.

"Not at first when she had taken my order. But she had tripped and fallen on her way back to the bar and I had helped her up. I swear, when I looked into those bright blue eyes of hers, I felt something. She was the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." I say.

"You mentioned her eyes, what did she look like?" he asks.

"Her hair was cut short, black and spiked up, her skin was pale and flawless. Her nose turned up slightly and had a few freckles dotting the bridge of it." I say.

"What was this lady's name, might I ask?" he questions.

"Thalia." I say.

He makes a slightly choked sound at the back of his throat. "And how did you find her when you watched her die?" he asks, his voice cracking.

"I had gone to the bar again, hoping to see her. It had been early in the afternoon. I had heard a bang from the back, where the bathroom is. I went back and knocked on the door but there was no response. Then I looked down and saw blood seeping out from under the door." I say.

"I came in and saw her on the floor. Her wrists were slit but she wasn't dead yet. I kneeled down over her and told her that I'd get her help, but she told me she didn't want any help. I asked her what she wanted and she asked me what my name was. I told her and she seemed happy. Then, she closed her eyes and took her last breath." I say.

The doctor doesn't say anything for quite some time. I eventually sit up and look at him.

He had his had covering his eyes and his notepad was in his lap. His black and silver speckled hair was a bit disheveled looking, as if he had run his fingers through it while I had been telling him about Thalia.

"Are you alright?" I ask.

"Yes. Sorry. What happened after that?" he asks, composing himself again.

"I called 9-1-1 and an ambulance came to pick her up a few minutes later." I say.

"Did you go to her funeral?" he asks.

"I thought about it, but decided against it. I mean, I only met her twice." I say.

"Do you know where she was buried?" he asks.

"Rosedale, I think. Why?" I ask.

"Just wondering. It might be a good idea for you to go to her grave and talk to her. Some of my clients find that this works very well for grief." he says.

I didn't think that was the reason for him asking, but I nodded anyway.

I left after that. I took the doctor's advice and went to Thalia's grave. I talked to her for a while, but it didn't really seem to help.


I look at the little black handgun in my shaking hand. I figured out that I couldn't live without Thalia. Even though I had only met her a couple of times and didn't really even know her, I knew I was in love with her.

I think I've known ever since I helped her up and looked into those breathtaking eyes of hers.

I was standing in the cemetery, right in front of Thalia's grave. I reach into my back pocket and feel the note touch my fingers, the note that explained everything that that I was about to do. I pull back the hammer and hold the gun up to my temple.

I just wanted to be with her. If that was only possible in the afterlife, I was willing to take my own life.

I look down at Thalia's fresh grave one last time and then pull the trigger.

A/N:

Sweet, in a depressing sort of way. Who do you guys think Dr. Cadmus is and why he reacted the way he did to hearing who exactly Nico watched die?

I think this is going to be a four shot...Not quite sure though...

XOXO,

Mrs-diAngelo25