Finally. The day of my release.
I know, I know. Just two years ago I was blabbing away about how I am demigod and my psychiatric ward's most hottest bachelor is a son of Apollo.
I realize I was wrong. The heart ache of losing my sister in a car crash was unbearable, so I decided having a fantasy life was better than one without my sister. But, of course, even my fantasy life had to turn around and stab me in the back.
So here I was, leaning against the checkout desk with my father. He was holding onto my shoulder proudly and was actually smiling.
The paper work was finished and Will was grinning at me from behind the counter.
"Son, I'll meet you in the car," My dad nodded to Will and shook his hand. "Thank you for taking care of my son, Dr. Solace,"
"No problem sir, anytime,"
Dad stepped through the revolving doors and I turned back to Will. I leant over the counter and grinned at Will. He crossed his arms and placed his arms on the desk, our faces an inch apart.
"I'm so proud of you, Nico,"
"Thanks Will. Hopefully I've put this whole life behind me. These last 3 years, hopefully,"
"All of it?" He seemed wounded by that, and I shook my head.
"No way. I'm totally taking an orange mac and cheese doggy bag home,"
He chuckled and shook his head. I saw on his desk a picture of him with six other people, all blond, grinning at the camera.
Will grabbed my hand and lead me to his desk, plopping me down on the chair. "Promise me you won't try to escape. I do not want to lose my job,"
"Cross my heart," I did the signature crossing of the heart and Will grinned.
"Good. Okay so no one knows, but the camera's are down today, so I decided to take you out of your room. Here," He passed me a blanket and then set a laptop on the checkout desk. He pulled up another chair and sat beside me.
"I found it quite terrifying that you've never seen a single Godzilla movie ever," I wanted to tell him it's because I was born in the 30's but he'd probably send me straight back to my room.
And I'd be back at square one with no writing utensils.
"I had a sheltered childhood,"
"Dude. That's no excuse," He shook his head and clicked around on his laptop. It's weird seeing another demigod using technology. I mentally slapped myself. Demigods don't exist.
The movie started. "Now, I want you to see the original first. I was raised right, as my mum would say. You always watch the original first. No matter how shitty it is,"
The movie was okay. War, so not really my cup of tea, as it brings back painful mem- hallucinations.
They're just hallucinations.
The movie ended and Will was grinning. He turned off the laptop and turned to me. "So?"
"Big non scary monster running around. Great,"
"Party pooper," But he was smiling.
He flicked on a lamp and the photo of younger him and the other blonds caught mt attention. He smiled endearingly at the wooden framed photo.
"That's my family, I'm maybe 16 in that photo, the two boys to my left are Lee and Michael. The two girls Vicki and Kayla. They're my siblings. The two older looking people are the 'rents, they're like 40 in this picture but theyr look 20. No surgery just genes I guess," He shrugged and grinned.
"You have a beautiful family," They all shared the blond hair and big blue eyes, all the same shades, except for the mum and dad. The dad gad lighter eyes, like the sky, and the mum had darker eyes, like a sapphire.
"Thanks. I get that a lot," He grinned at me and lazily swung an arm around my shoulders.
"How do you do that?" I asked softly.
"Do what?"
"Act like I'm normal," Will pulled away from me and shrugged.
"You're human, you're just like you or me, whether you have depression or not. Besides, if I didn't act like you're normal, then how will you know that you are?"
"Deep,"
"I try,"
He grinned at me and hauled me up. "Come. I'll take you back to your room,"
"Fun, fun, fun," I mumbled.
"It's not so bad. I like your room, what with all the Mythomagic figurines and stuff,"
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"It was,"
We spoke softly all the way to my room. It was almost normal. Until we stood outside my locked cell door.
"Thanks Will, tonight was fun,"
"We'll do it again," He promised.
I don't know who started it, but one second he was grinning at me, his lips almost splitting with glee, the next those said lips were on mine.
It was messy, I must admit that. And we almost locked him in my room, but he pulled me out of the room just as the door closed. It only locks from the outside.
I was pushed against the wall and everything was messy and uncoordinated, but it was just the way I remembered it at camp. He pulled back to grin at me and I smiled right back, but then I realized what I just thought and mentally slapped myself. That life was fake.
I was gripping his collar and he was gripping my black jeans. I was shoeless and I was afraid he might accidentally step on my feet, like when I tried to teach him how to dance. In my hallucinations.
"Will. We can't. Oh my gods. This sounds like a reality television show. But you could get fired,"
"I doubt my own dad would fire me for making out with a hot patient. He'd probably only fire me because he's jealous,"
I blushed crimson, and my heart pounded heavily. He said something along the same lines back in my old life.
Will smiled at me. "So now that you're officially not a patient anymore, can I, you know?"
"Yeah," I smiled and leant forward kissing me softly.
"Call me okay?" He gave me another kiss before my dad came back in, glowering.
"Hurry up, Nico. Hazel is waiting,"
I gave Will another kiss, right in front of my dad and grabbed my jacket, racing passed dad and straight out the door. The sunlight hit my face and I grinned.
I turned around to look through the windows. Will waved at me. I waved back, but in a second his eyes went from warm and caring to as big as dinner plates. It looked like he was screaming my name, I heard more than 2 people calling me. But then something smashed into my back and everything went black.
I've been unconscious before. It varies a lot. Sometimes I'm awake one second and not another, but then when I do fully awake 6 days had passed. (My first shadow travel in my hallucinations felt something like that).
But then, in my fake life, I learnt how to control when I'm unconscious. So I was used to taking control of my dreams. But, this time was different. I was in between being fully awake and not. I must have been fully unconscious. I was lying down, I could feel that. A comfortable pillow was under my head. It was like all my senses except sight was working. Everything was empty. Not the kind of black where you can see outlines of a person.
Will once asked me if the universe didn't exist, if no colours no worlds existed, what colour would it be? That's the colour I could see now. It was just a whole heap of nothing. To tell you the truth, it's terrifying.
I heard shuffling around me. "Hey Neeks. So I'm here for your daily vitals. I don't know if you can hear me or not, but the first day you went under I swore I'd tell you all the gossip so you're not behind. Nothing different today, except that it's July 4th. It usually comes after the 3rd." I felt long piano fingers grip mine and soft lips touch each of my knuckles.
"I don't think I can go another fireworks show without you, Neeks. The first one was hard enough. The second one will be worse. I-I," His voice broke and I felt myself floating.
"I have your sword here too, Neeks. I didn't touch the blade, I swear. Just come back to me and I'll-I'll," I felt a droplet on my forehead. He was crying. What was happening? Did he say sword?
"Chiron said that it's good that you don't need life support but Nico, I can feel your pain. Just come back to me-"
"Will! Come help we have an emergency!"
I felt him drop a kiss on my forehead and he mumbled an apology.
What was happening? Was I hallucinating again? I must be because he said sword and swords were in my fake life. What's happening to me?!
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