Demigod x Reader

Nico x depressed!Reader (Not A Fairytale)

Save me from this Hell, you thought, frowning at yourself in the mirror whom showed a image of exactly what you didn't want to be.

Your concerned boyfriend would tell you otherwise, saying "you're beautiful ( y/n )" or "I never want you to change".

Unfortunately for you, they were only words, words that were spoken millions of times that had no true meaning, built up with lies and forgotten promises that would never surface.

Damn, that sounded sad. Frankly, it was.

You never understood, even if someone spoke the truth, how was that suppose to help? It doesn't.

You supposed maybe if you were a little more open, more people could possibly help. But you were in too deep to swim back to the shore.

It was hopeless, you were stuck to drift away on a fragile piece of wood, stuck in the middle of saltwater.

What the hell? When did you get so poetic? You had a problem, at least, that's what you thought.

Going back on track . . .

You sighed, walking away from the mirror when you hit into something. You looked up to see the face of your boyfriend.

"Looking in the mirror again, babe?" He mumbled softly.

You gulped and nodded, tugging at a sleeve absentmindedly. He didn't know thought; not about the cuts, not about the suicide. Heck, you never even told him you were upset.

Sure he caught on, but he was mostly oblivious to everything wrong with you. He tried to help, but it was ineffective.

Here's the thing, so many whack-jobs tried helping you, but none of them help, and sadly Nico didn't either.

Life isn't a fairytale; there is no true happily ever after. Life sucks.

But you shouldn't hide forever, you supposed. But it was harder to talk about then you expected.

You looked at him and your fingers curled around your sleeve tenderly and you sighed, pulling it up slowly to reveal your relatively fresh cuts, your arm still stained with blood.

Nico rushed over to you, his eyes widened with a sense of newly found fear as he gingerly touched the scars. Wen he removed his fingers, small drops and the scent of blood was left behind on his fingers.

He looked at you and wordlessly stood still, shocked that you'd do such action.

It took him minutes before he was able to speak "how long?" When you didn't answer, his eyes hardened and he scowled "How long?!" He said, his voice rising. You flinched and his features softened.

Tears dared to slip down your cheeks and he took his thumb and rubbed your cheek in soft soothing circles.

You stopped crying but it didn't completely calm you down, which was unfortunate, because you really were hoping it would and you could end the story with a happy ending.

But as we discussed before, this isn't a fairytale, there's no happily ever after.

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I kinda want to make a part two that takes place in the future.