I, Nicolo di Angelo, order you to die.

Chapter Five

(TW: Mentions of suicide, suicidal thoughts)

Nico walked up to the gates of the cemetary.

The one he had requested of the gods.

The one where Percy was buried.

Nico walked in, looking around at the statues and fountains. He finally reached the seven's grave, kneeling by his sister's first.

"Hazel... I miss you. I- Why did I have to lose another sister?" Nico strokes the letters that spell out her name, chuckling softly in remembrence. "Remember? That first day in New Rome. You were so excited. It was beautiful. The city and your smile. That smile could light up the world."

Nico gets up, walking up to Jason's grave next.

"Why." 

"Why did you die on me? You were the one person who knew... and liked me anyway. Croatia. That bastard excuse for a god. Thanks," Nico sat down beside Jason's grave, like he was sitting beside Jason. "Thanks for sticking up for me. Thank you for TRUSTING me."

Nico wiped his eyes, and stood, walking finally up to Percy's grave. Percy's. Grave. How? WHY? How could he let this happen. Nico stood, staring down at the two names ingraved on the tombstone. Perseus Jackson. "Hey Percy. What's up?" Nico smirked, imagining his responce. Percy would probably say something like, "Zeus is what's up!" Nico chuckled, his laugh quickly turning into a sob. Nico sat down heavily, on the edge of the fountain next to Percy's final resting place. And he cried. He cried for what could have been, he cried for what SHOULD have been, Percy living and continuing with his life. Percy had survived so much. How could he die? HOW?

Nico pulled his knees to his chest, rocking back and forth as he cried. He buried his head in his arms, imagining it was Hazel's shoulder, Jason's shoulder, PERCY'S shoulder. Hades, he would even take Leo's shoulder if it meant ONE of the seven was alive.

Maybe he'd be better off gone as well.

He would see them again.

In literal heaven. Eternal bliss. No bad thoughts, no bad feelings. And even if he went to asphodel, he would never feel anything again. Never feel sad. Or mad. Or happy, but he was never going to feel that again anyway, so what's the big deal?

Then Nico thought of Will.

Why was Nico thinking of Will? Well, because.

Just because.

Will would be sad if Nico died. He would. Nico was sure of it. Hades, Will was sad that Nico had brushed him off just once! That didn't make him want to die any less though. But if he wasn't going to live for himself, he was going to live for Will.

His will to live. Ha, funny.

Nico got up, wiping his eyes. He stepped into the shadow, his thoughts going a million thoughts a minute. He stumbled out of the shadow of a rock.

Looking up, he could see rolling hills of green countryside. "Where the fuck am I?"

(turns out its easy to write depressing shit while you're feeling sad! whooooo.)