Healing Scars {Percico}

Chapter 1 {Still Not Social As Ever}

Author note--- I DON'T OWN ANY CHARACTERS only the plot. Also there is a self harming part in here but I don't really explain it cause I suck. On July 9, 2017 this fanfic has been changed and updated to be less cringy. Nico is a bit ooc

{Nico P.O.V}

     I saw him with her just smiling and laughing at what was being said between the group. The big 7. They are at Camp Half Blood for a week tops, than some of them must go back to the other camp. Heck, even some of the other people from both camps who helped out during the war are hanging out. Yet, I just can't find myself to even try to hang out with them or joke around them like I onced did after the war. Well, people did use to hang out with me after the war but...they left me after a couple of weeks and did everything to avoid me once more.

     My name is Nico di Angelo, son of Hades. The God of the underworld, death, shadows, riches, darkness...etc.....

     You get my point. All of this just brings unwanted memories. I can't explain it but my heart always aches and it hurts/is hard to breath for some reason when I see everyone around me that seems so happy and just joyful around everyone. I am kinda envious but I shouldn't be.

     I decided to shadow travel to my cabin. Cabin 13. The cabin walls are made of solid obsidian and a skull is hung over the doorway. The skull is really cool but it scares people off so it's kinda okay. There are torches that burn green fire twenty-four hours a day. It made a cool light at night but it was kinda weird to see every day. Well, at least that's what I hear from everyone when they pass by.

 Inside the cabin the beds are coffin shaped with blood red pillows and sheets .... Jk. The beds are normal. They are black and white. The beds are really comfy and cool matching the theme of the cabin. At least, that's my opinion.  There is also a small shrine with bones and jewels. No one is suppose to steal it from the Hades cabin or else they face Hazel (if she is here as well), our Father (If he sees it happen and was a in a bad mood), or me. No one dares to steal it from us or they will face us. We can be pretty scary to deal with. Hazel is more forgiving but still makes them pay but less scary than what I would do or our father. She's to nice and kind for her own good but can be scary to deal with if you piss her off.

I slowly make my way to my bed and just slowly got on. I just stared out at the wall. 

Why must I be so different than others?

Why do people judge me?

Why am I so scary to others?

Why do people strongly dislike me?

So many questions yet not many others.

     I slightly notice tears rolling down my face and onto my my pillow as I moved onto my side to try to sleep. Slowly, more and more tears just ran down and fell onto my pillow. I pressed my head more into the pillow as a small sob escaped my throat. The small sob turned into me just weeping.

     I slowly got up and started to walk slowly toward my dresser and opened the last drawer. As it opened, I looked for my small box and grabbed it. I left the drawer opened but sat down with my back faced against the side of the dresser. I opened the box lid and grabbed out a small blade that was once from a pencil sharpener. 

      I slowly it held it against my wrist and let a small sad sigh out. Tears started to build up and it blurred my image but I let the blade slide across my wrist slowly but with enough pressure to inflict pain and draw blood out.

      As I reaped the process multiply times, more and more tears were running down my face and mixed into the blood. I couldn't tell which was blood and which were tears anymore. I slowly put the blade back into the box that had more blades into it and put the lid back on. I put it in the drawer and closed it and headed back to my bed with the blood still running down at a fast pace.

     I went to my dresser next to me and got a small rag and wiped the blood off. I got another rag and wet it with the bottle of water on my bed and wiped my wrist from the blood. As the blood kinda stop, I got up once more and got the first aid kit and the material I need to clean my wrist the right way and put on a white bandage. 

     After I was done with cleaning my wrist up, I started to clean the blood that was on my floor to hide any evidence of what happen. I headed back to my bed and just laid down .

     After about 10 minutes, I heard a knock at the door and I hoped my arm had no blood dripping still due to the cuts being deep and all. I still put a bandage layer on and all but it was a thin one. I open the door and saw none other than Percy Jackson at my door.

"What do you want?" I questioned slightly. I than glanced at my left wrist to see if it was still white and not a bit red. 

"Hey Neeks." Percy said.

"Hello Percy." I said. Oh no, it's red and it's not a small red stain but rather almost all of it was red.

"Want to hang out with the seven?" Percy asked.

"No" I said

I shut the door in his face. I then notice that my arm was still bleeding and dripping blood. I prayed to any God and Goddess that Percy did not notice the blood.

Without Nico noticing, Percy saw a small flash of red where Nico wrist once stood before Nico shut the door.

That my first chapter. I hope you guys like it and please
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old updated- June 16,2016
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New update- November 19,2016

Updated and a bit more improved on July 9th, 2017