The Runaways|| a Solangelo mortal AU

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Tw: faint mention of self destructive habits Ill put a message before and after it if that triggers you <3

Nico PoV

I still felt bad for not talking to Hazel after we got our uniforms, its just I knew Percy went to that school and well I still hold a grudge against him for my sisters death. I still remember that life changing weekend vividly.

Flashback

Percy who was Biancas good friend and my crush at the time took us camping ti help us through our moms death. It was so much fun we had a giant bomb fire and roasted marshmallows and told "scary" stories, it was just under a year and a half ago, I was fourteen since my birthday was in January and Percy, Bianca, Zoe, Thalia and Grover decided on going on a hike. I stayed behind with Annabeth but I had an uneasy feeling about this hike, I told Percy to keep Bianca safe. After a bit if time playing Mythomagic with Annabeth who was constantly complaining about her sprained ankle but she got bored and decided to find Percy but when the got back that night they told me Zoë and Bianca were killed .  Since then I've never really trusted Percy the worst part though was that I-I still liked him

End of flashback

I must have really ticked off Hazel since she left a note saying that she would be staying with one of her friends from riding. Unfortunately my dad was coming home early so I decided to clean the house so that he couldn't get angry at me if he got drunk. I thought about his coping methods for mom and Biancas deaths;

Tw starting now
He would drink and be out late wasting his life, get angry and hit me and that type of stuff, he also worshiped at church like god could bring them back.

On the other hand well my habits were even more damaging than his, soon after Bianca dued I found someone snd started doing drugs trying to forget the pain, I would steal my dads alcohol and waste myself away, and somedays, well actually 3/5 days I would take a knife to my skin. Surprisingly I didn't smoke, listen the schools drilled into our heads what smokers lungs looked like and well it wasn't something I wanted.

End of tw

I looked in the fridge knowing damn well I wouldn't eat anything then headed up to my room, I sat on the bed and opened an app to listen to music, I put on my playlist and ironically enough the first song to come on was "Numb little bug" by Em Biehold. I sang the chorus when it came, it really was a relatable song.

Do you ever get a little bit tired of life

Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die

Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive cause you gotta survive

Like your body's in the room but you're not really there

Like you have empathy inside bit you don't really care

Like you're fresh outa love but it's been in the air

Am I past repair?

From my appearance most people assume I like heavy metal and that stuff but in complete honesty my playlist contained a mix of songs from fall out boy and Imagine Dragons but it also had songs like Heather or Another love.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard the door open and my dad came in, surprisingly sober. Well the sober thing didn't last long since he made his way to our alcohol cabinet and grabbed a bottle of who knows what.

I hide in my room wondering what to do with myself to avoid going down to face him. I decided on drawing something that's been lingering in my head for ages, a drawing of Hazel riding her horse Arion. It was a lot if work getting the horses proportions right.

"NICO GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE YOU USLESS LITTLE ASS!"

Fuck, thats my dad, I never know with him because somedays he just stays on the couch then other days he becomes violent. I rush down to the living room to see what he needed. "Yes father you called me," I asked as politely as I could.

"Yeah, where's your damn sister get me some more or else," he demanded tripping over his words.

"Remember Hazel said she was staying with a friend and Im on it," I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle if some sort of wine. I gave it to him and he shot me a disapproving look, "Bianca was always better, so much faster and kind."

"Yes father," I said, it was true though Bianca was extroverted, energetic, friendly, and so many good qualities put together to make a perfect person. Then we have me, introverted, a mess, unable to even have a normal conversation with someone, yeah I couldn't agree more with my dad.

I ran up to my room to finish my drawing, I took out some marker's and got to work hoping to finish the drawing by the time Hazel was back tomorrow. I regret not talking to her, shes my life, my solace.

I heard a crash and bang from the living room then my father started cussing out the universe in Italian. Unfortunately Italian is my first language and I heard stuff that I really shouldn't have. He's been so angry and short tempered since Bianca died, he struggled without my mom but Biancas death was the last straw, it was the last straw for us all. When my mom died I just stopped caring about everything, I got in trouble and once I even went to Juvie. Just thinking about that place made me anxious I had so many bad memories from there. But then Bianca died, I just stopped talking to people and tried finding ways to drown out the pain but Hazel she's been such a help.

I finished the drawing then decided to work on cleaning my room, why? I have no idea I just wanted to do something safe to keep my mind off Bianca and my mom, shit there are those thoughts again.

Time always moved slower without Hazel, I wish I could keep myself its just Percy, the boy who let your sister die, the guy who shattered your heart, the guy who has a perfect girlfriend, yeah it will all be fine..