Nico X Female Reader

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(A/N) Trigger Warning!

Third pov:
Empousas... everywhere. At the corner of her eyes, (y/n) could see her frightened mother holding a kitchen knife towards the monsters. She wanted to scream, to run, to hide, to wake up and find out it was a dream. Reaching into her pocket, she dug out the only thing she could find. A stressball and some candy and nothing more. (Y/n) mentally cursed, she should have kept something handy in her pocket. "Run!" Her mother shouted out to (y/n). "I'll hold them off! Get inside the borders!" (Y/n)'s mother shouted out to her, shoving her towards camp. The empousas charged towards her. Before her mother could react, the empousas gutted her mercilessly. (Y/n) sprinted into the camp borders before her leg gave away completely. She watched helplessly as her mother fell to the ground.

Timeskip:
It has been a couple weeks after her mother past away. (Y/n) had spent sleepless nights in Hermes cabin, wondering what the point of living was. Staring up at the ceiling, (y/n) fought the urge to fall asleep. She couldn't fall asleep, even if she was sleep deprived, as sleep meant nightmares. (Y/n) had about enough. She crept out of bed and took off into the woods. Before (y/n) knew it, her energy was almost fully depleted.

(Y/n) pov:
Why does this always happen! I never can manage to run through the entire woods! I collaspe at the nearest tree, fiddling with my knife. It wasn't right, I know it wasn't, but I needed it. Positioning my knife above my wrist, I sliced my skin. The pain that exploded through me was almost welcoming. I let the warm blood drip down, satisfied with myself. Satisfied with the conformation that I'm still alive, that this isn't just a nightmare. I wanted more but I clean my knife on my sleeve before I stare at my reflection. I don't recognise myself anymore. My (h/c) hair was stuck on my face by tears I didn't even realise was present. Wiping my tears away, I positioned my knife on my wrist again.

Then I heard a sound.

Nico pov:
"Bianca!" I shouted out before jerking awake. Closing my eyes, I took deep breaths. The walls of my cabin seems like it was closing on at me. I had to get out. Pulling my covers off me, I shadow travelled into the woods to my favourite thinking spot just to find someone else already there. She had a bloody wrist. I couldn't help but be curious about what the girl was doing. Shadow travelling myself onto the tree branch, I watched her quietly. She was letting her blood flow and to stain her clothes. It was only when she positioned her blade above her wrist when I realised what she was doing. I couldn't let her do that to herself. Without thinking, I launch myself off the tree and landed next to her.

Latching my hand on the hand where she was positioning the knife, I watched her react slowly. Her eyes filled with panic as she tried (and failed) to get away from me.

(Y/n) pov:
A boy around my age dropped down next to me. I could swear that nobody was near me. "Who-What-When-What-" I spluttered trying to find the right words to use. I stared into his dark brown eyes, lost for words. "Whoareyou-whatthehellareyoudoing-Whendidyoucomehere-Whatareyoudoing?! Letgoofme" I rambled out, confused and overwhelmed. The boy's mouth twitched, surpressing a laugh at the state I was on.
"Nico di Angelo. I could ask you the same. I was here long enough to see what you were doing. Holding you back. And no." He replied. He reached out and held my other wrist gently. "Why?" He asked.

Fresh tears started forming in my eyes and trailing down my cheeks. "It is calming." I admitted. "Distracts me from my emotions. Emotional pain in exchange for my physical pain. It seem like a good exchange. You- you wouldn't get it." Nobody does. Nobody understands the pain I had to go through when my life fell apart. Nobody understand how it feels to be special. To be different from everyone else. To lose your family member when it should have been you that left.