Too Late

Chapter Three

NicoPOV

"Hey, Death Boy." I heard someone say as I started to walk out of the bathroom.

I turned and my eyes widened in shock as I looked at my dead boyfriend. "Will?"

"The one and only," He replied as I flung myself towards him and buried my face into his chest.

I pulled away from him and shoved him to the wall, angry now. "I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!" I screamed, tears streaming down my face. "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!?"

"Nico," He said, grabbing my shoulders so I would stop attacking him. "I was – am dead. Your father let me come back to find you." He lifted his shirt, revealing the bruised puncture wound that had never healed.

"How long have I been in here?" I asked, trying not to start crying again. Luckily there was no one else in the bathroom.

"Last I checked, three weeks," He replied.

"I want to get out of here," I said quickly, turning to leave. "I just have to get my stuff first."