{1} They Say That Love Is Forever (Nico Di Angelo)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗

TW: SUICIDE. Self harm
Author note at bottom
Please read.

Euphoria
*Start First song oh ms believer*

How? Why does this keep happening? It was never this bad before. Whats changed? Is it being here? At this camp?

I slowly opened my eyes. It was dark. It must be nighttime. That means ive been out for at least a few hours. The room i was in was completely empty. Not one soul. Well, that might not necessarily be true. Theres a soul somewhere. I....i feel it. Thats when someone materialized out of the darkness. Nico.

"What happened?" He asked me in a low voice. He stood at the foot of my bed, waiting.

"Nothing" is all i said. He knew i must be lying. But I couldn't tell the truth. Oh i just started hearing voices in my head and a million different images of people dying. It's completely normal. Happens all the time.

"Dont lie to me. I know you're hearing voices. What did they say?" He said. His voice was calm and soft. But also stern.

"Its not important." I said. I wouldn't look at him. He would obviously know something is up. So I looked at my blanket. Maybe if i did the things some of the voices wished, the pain would cease.

"You were claimed. Well, not actually claimed, but we know who your mother is" nico told me. He also suddenly became quite interested in his shoes.

I shifted uncomfortably. "Who?"

"Melinoe. The goddess of ghosts. Thats why you're hearing the voices. They are spirits."

Suddenly, it was like the dam cracked. I couldn't take it. Im dreaming. I needed a way to wake myself up. "Im going to the bathroom." I said abruptly. I got up and quietly walked to the bathroom. When i got there, i looked in the mirror. Im a shitty looking excuse for a human being. Im fat, ugly, and not to mention completely weird. Ive always owned my weirdness though. Made it my own. But now, it just seems like a burden.

I started rummaging through the cabinet's and drawers. Looking for something, anything. But I didn't see anything.

Thats when i broke the mirror. I slammed my fist into it. For one; so I wouldn't have to look at myself anymore, and for two; because I needed something sharp. Something i could cut with.

I sat down on the edge of the bathtub and pulled down my pants to reveal my thighs. My scarred, cut up thighs

I took the glass and slid it across one of my old scars, reopening the old wound. Then i did it again. And again. And then, i moved to my arms. I pulled my pants up, and rolled up my sleeves. My arms look much worse than my legs. I guess because my cuts always get deeper on my arm.

"Euphoria? I heard glass break! Are you ok?"

I heard nico on the other side of the door. But I ignored him. After I finished my upper arm, i moved to my wrist area. There was a scar from when i tried to kill myself last year. Maybe....maybe this time it'll work.

At this point nico was banging on the door "Dont do it!! Ephy!!! Please!!!" he must know whats going on.

I sighed. And then i slit them.

Nico
I sat, waited for her to come back. Then i heard glass break. What was that?

I walked to the bathroom. "Euphoria? I heard glass break! Are you ok?"

No reply.

Oh no. I know what she's doing. I should have recognized the signs.

I started banging on the door. "Dont do it!! Ephy!! Please!!" I yelled.

Then, i backed up and kicked the door in. She was sitting there. Blood dripping from her wrists. There was also dozens of other cuts on her arms. Some new, some old. She looked at me. Tears in her green eyes. "Im sorry."

I rushed to her. "Dont you dare die, Ephy!  CHARON! HURRY!" I yelled.

In a few seconds, Charon ran in. He saw the scene and let out a gasp. "Oh my gods" he said as he turned and ran. "Ill go get Apollo Cabin!" He yelled over his shoulder.

I grabbed her wrists, putting pressure on them, Trying to make the blood flow slower. I just sat beside her and held her as she cried. My hands were covered in her blood.

Some apollo kids ran in along with Charon. "Good, keep pressing on her wrists, nico" jenny, the girl from earlier said. "Walk her to the beds. Ill try to sew up the cuts."

I picked ephy up, bridal style, and quickly carried her to the bed. I carefully sat her down and maintained a steady pressure on the cuts.

"Nico." Ephy said, weakly. She looked up at me. Her eyes so so lost and sad.

"Yes?" I asked softly, trying to cover up the fact that i was freaking out.

"I think you understand why i did it, dont you? Please tell me you do. It'll make it easier. Ill die knowing someone gets it" she said.

"No! You're not dying! I wont let you!" I said, almost in tears now. I barely know this girl, and here i am in tears over her.

"Do you understand why?" She asked again.

I sighed "yes. I do." I said. And I honestly do. Ive thought about the option of suicide. Many times. Especially after Bianca died and i found out I couldn't bring her back. I figured if i died, i could be with her.

Ephy nodded slowly and a small smile came across her pale face. "Good" she said, right before she blacked out.

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AUTHOR NOTE* This is a very emotional, and long chapter. Well longest yet anyway.

Please, i want anyone reading this who is struggling with self harm or suicide, i want to help. I have struggled with both. I still do. And i want you to know, if you want help, please let me know. Talk to me. If i can get through it, you can too.

And if you think "oh ephy is emo, of course she self harms and is suicidal" please dont think that. Those two are just coincidences. Honestly, i based Ephy on myself. I have blue tip hair and an emo hair cut. I have green eyes. I listen to bands like MCR and Sleeping with Sirens. My favorite song is famous last words. So please, dont bash on Euphoria. In return, you're bashing me. So please i beg you not to do it.

This may seem cringe lmao