Trigger Warning: Suicidal thoughts.


Give up, a voice whispered in my mind. Just let go and make it all go away. You aren't important. Just let it go. No one loves you.

I shuddered, trying to force the words out of my mind. They had plagued my mind for months. I hated it... but the voices were right. I was worthless. Unimportant. Disgusting. A freak.

Yes... let go. Leave. Let it go away. No one will miss you. Just go. Just make the jump. No one will miss you. You aren't important. Just jump.

"No..." I whispered. "No... please... I'm.. fine. I'm fine."

Fine... the voice whispered. Fine? You can't open your mouth to speak, yet you say your fine? No. You're worthless. No one will miss you. Better jump now, before they get here.I shook my head, my hands flying up to my ears. I sat on the black blankets of the Hades Cabin, my home, but all I could think of was that I wanted to leave.

I wanted to see my sister, Bianca. I wanted to visit my mother. I wanted to achieve Elysium. I wanted to see those lost in the war. I didn't want to live.

My eyes closed. It would be simple. Easy, almost. I brought my knees up to my chest, my fingers messed up in my hair. The room was dark enough to not see inside from the few windows dotting the front of the cabin.

Tears fell, mingling with sweat, curving down my cheeks. My lips pressed together as I fought a scream. I heard the door open, a soft glow of the dying sun falling across the pale floor.

"Nico?"


This was thereputic for me to write. To those still reading, hi. I'm willing to add more to this. Also, it's set sometime between the end of Blood of Olympus and when Apollo first gets to camp.