After all this time, I still stared down at the page, tears rolling down my cheeks as I read the word Italy over and over again. I've never been hurt this badly before. It's been a year since he left and I still missed him like Hades.
I thought that I'd been hurt before
But no ones ever left me quite this sore
Your words cut deeper than a knife
Now I need someone to breath me back to life
Sobs wracked my body as I crumbled to the floor, scratching at my old scars. I knew I was going to relapse, I just didn't know when. I felt like I was drowning, I couldn't breath. I missed him so much.
Got a feeling that I'm going under
But I know that I'll make it out alive
If I quite calling you my lover
Move on
I balled up my hands, walking calmly over to the bathroom, pulling the sliver of silver from its hiding place.
One for me.
One for the Seven.
I seethed as tears blurred my vision.
One for Italy.
One for Nico.
I hissed as I felt the warm blood pour from the last cut. It was deep. Too deep. The kind of deep that would kill if not stitched up properly. I fell to my knees, sobbing again.
You watch me bleed until I can't breath
I'm shaking, falling onto my knees
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
I'm tripping over myself
I'm aching begging you to come help
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
I needed him back. I needed him to save me from myself. The pool of blood was getting bigger and my vision was getting hazier. I was in the verge of passing out when I heard that voice.
Just like a moth drawn to a flame
Oh you lured me in I couldn't sense the pain
Your bitter heart cold to the touch
Now I'm gonna reap what I saw
I'm left seeing red on my own
I woke up in the infirmary, my wounds stitched and an extremely pissed off Poseidon sitting next to me.
"I thought you were stronger, Son." He said, taking my hand in his. "All of this mess, over some guy." His voice wasn't the usual kind and warming tone. It was grave and angry and distressed at the same time.
Got the feeling that I'm going under
But I know I can make it out alive
If I quite calling you my lover
Move on
"I'm sorry, but I need him." My voice was weak and scratchy like I'd been garbling sand.
"Well if he needed you, he wouldn't have left!" He roared, causing me to flinch away, the glass of water on the table spraying everywhere and soaking the two ambrosia cubes let for me on the table.
We sat in silence for a few minutes though it seemed like hours. "I understand that you love him, but that doesn't mean you get to... To cut yourself up like this." He gestured to my arm. He was gone the next instant. I dodged the Apollo kids and went back to my cabin, picking at my stitches.
You watch me bleed until I can't breath
I'm shaking falling onto my knees
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
Tripping over myself
I'm aching begging you to come help
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
When I finally flopped onto my bed, I reached for my emergency phone. I dialed his number.
"Hello?" His voice was deeper than when I last heard it.
"Hey Neeks." I whimpered, my voice cracking as tears welled in my eyes.
"Percy? What's wrong, is this your emergency phone?" He sounded so concerned, it hurt to think about it.
"I... Help." Before I could finish my sentence he hung up and was sitting next to me. His eyes were fixated on my wrist.
"If you keep this up, you'll wind up dead." He said quietly.
Needle and the thread
Gotta get you out of my head
Needle and the thread
Gonna wind up dead
Needle and the thread
Gotta get you out of my head, get you out of my head
"I couldn't stop thinking about you. It was tearing me apart." He gave a sad smile and gingerly took my wrist into his long nimble fingers.
You watch me bleed until I can't breath
I'm shaking falling onto my knees (falling onto my knees)
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches (and I'll be needing stitches)
Tripping over myself
I'm aching begging you to come help (begging, baby, please)
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
His lips were warm against mine, his fingers curling into my hair. I could feel the tears dripping down both our chins, soaking the comforter and sheets. I gasped into his mouth, throwing my wounded arms around his neck. I needed him.
(And now that)
I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
(And now that)
I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
I needed him.
