Welcome to chapter 1!
Nico's POV:
I'm bandaging my wounds in the bathroom, my dad got mad that I forgot to make dinner so naturally, he beat me up. Talk about loving parents huh? I look in the mirror. Dammit. Black eye. I start my new school tomorrow, so now I have to wear a hoodie and concealer in 80 degree weather. Lovely. I quickly finish wrapping up my arm, and go into my room, flopping onto my bed. I try to ignore the stinging pain in my shoulder. Good thing Hazel was gone for that. Hades mostly hits me, but sometimes he hits Hazel too. I try my best to keep him focused on me, but it's not helpful when Hazel stands in front of me to try to get him to stop. She mostly steps in when I'm half conscious. I know she wishes I'd stop 'being a hero' as she calls it, But I can deal with the abuse, my sister is just too sweet and innocent to have to handle it as well.
I sigh and get up, deciding to sketch. I grab all my supplies and plop in the chair by my desk. Tapping my chin with my pencil, I look out my window for inspiration. We recently moved to America, where I met Hazel for the first time. (Because of course my dad would be having a secret affair with an American woman on his 'work trips') My dads reason for moving was because he got a new job, but I think it's really because Italy reminds him of Bianca and my mom. The good news is, before Bianca and my mom died in the car crash, they taught me English, for whatever reason, and it's come in handy.
I eventually decide to draw what I remember from Italy, like my favorite gelato shop, and the park I went to a lot growing up.
I get lost in thought as I draw, concentrating on each flick of my pencil, the shading, how the color changes depending on how hard you press your pencil. This is the only way besides 🦄cutting🦄 that helps me focus on other things besides my wonderful life. I sketch for hours, smudging, tracing, defining, until I realize it's almost 11:45. I sigh and put my pencils and sketchbook away. I should probably get my stuff ready for tomorrow. I'm not too worried about the time, I can run on 2 hours of sleep. I grab the bag I'm using and shove everything I'm gonna need in it. The usual pencils, notebooks, binder, ect. I already have most of the stuff, so I didn't have to buy that much. Cause we all know daddy dearest wouldn't spend a penny on anything I needed. He probably doesn't even know I start school tomorrow, how could he? He's always at the bar.
Suddenly, I hear the front door open. "Nico?" I hear my sisters sweet voice. "Hazel!" I run down the stairs. When Hazel sees me she grins. Well until she sees the bandages. Then her expression immediately turns concerned, then angry, then a mix of angry and concerned. "Hades?" She asks. I shrug sheepishly. Hazel wraps me in a hug. "That bastard. Are you okay?" She rarely ever swears. I nod "yeah, it wasn't so bad tonight." When Hazel lets go after a few seconds, she looks teary eyed. "Nobody should have to deal with that, especially when their just barely 16." Her voice is shaky. I shake my head "Hazel I promise it's fine. I can handle it, you don't have to worry. Okay?" I wait for her to look at me. "You have to deal with it too remember?" She takes a deep breath. "I do, but it's not as bad as what you have to go through."
I shrug again. "Which is literally nothing. I'm fine." I decide to change the subject. "Anyways, how was your mom?" Hazel huffs. "Mentally unstable as always. I can't believe I'm related to that woman, she's crazy."
We talk for a bit before I remind Hazel that we have school tomorrow, and she immediately pales. "I TOTALLY FORGOT!!!" Then she gracefully trips up the stairs, mutters something along the lines of 'oh fiddlesticks' hobbles to her room and trips while trying to shut the door. I laugh and walk into my own room.
I finish getting everything I need ready. I'm absolutely dreading school tomorrow. I know I'm not gonna make any friends, I'll probably just attract some bullies or something. Thats what always happens. Hazel will do great though, she'll make friends fast. And then she'll try to include me in the friend group, and everyone will get uncomfortable, and then after one lunch with them I'll go back to being by myself. Which I don't really mind, as long as Hazel's happy. I change into pajamas, and flop onto my bed.
Night Bianca, Night mom I say before drifting into another sleepless night.
829 words! Not that many but this was kinda my introduction chapter. KINDA. If it's bad so far I apologize. The next chapter will be longer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ANYWAYS, thank you all for reading, theres more to come!
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Fiksi PenggemarNico Di Angelo has lived most of his life alone. His sister and mom both died when he was pretty young, And now the only person he has left is his half-sister Hazel. And of course, his abusive father. Trauma constantly weighs him down, And he doesn'...
