Red Roses 》Valdangelo 》Book 1 (COMPLETED)

▫🔹➡ Nico ⬅🔹▫

I'm shivering. I'm wet. I'm cold. My nose and cheeks are red. My eyes are heavy. I probably look like a zombie.

I rush to my room before Ma enters from the kitchen, afraid she'll see me like this; not that she cares or would say anything, I just don't want to give her the satisfaction of seeing me like that. You see, I love Ma, but when it comes to stuff like this, she just yells at me for being weak; the one flaw in her motherly-ness, wanting me to be strong. She tries, but she just doesn't know how. I couldn't hate her for it, but I don't want to see that side of her come out either.

Once I'm in my room, I shut the door carefully, wishing not to startle her or cause her to come and check if I'm okay. I walk over to my bed and collapse, my face buried in my bundled up blanket. I try calming myself so I don't have a breakdown all over again.

Luckily, it works. I take a deep breath and sit up, swishing my hand through my hair a few times. I look down, then around my room for tissue. I realize I didn't have any in my room, but I didn't want to leave it, so I used my sleeve. Once I was certain I was done I took my shirt off and through it in my dirty clothes hamper.

I looked around my bedroom. Mostly dark colors, a few trinkets and whatnot on my dresser. There were a couple Black Butler posters on my walls, and pictures--many pictures. Pictures of mostly my friends, and Will. Bianca was up there too, and my mom in one or two of them. Father was in none.

I look around, I miss some of them. A lot of them. Like Bianca, her sisterly everything always making me smile. Even Zoë, Bianca's best friend, with her confidence and funny outbursts of her speaking her mind.

If only I wasn't the cause of their deaths...

I look down, feeling like I would explode in emotions, like an ocean being churned, or a firework of many colors.

I found my gaze drifting off to my door, and then I saw a black shade falling over my eyesight. Only right before I passed out did I realize how tired I felt.

TIME SKIP

Buzz! My phone starts vibrating next to my head, rattling me awake.

"Hello?" I ask drowsily.

"Nico, you're late!" a voice exclaims, but I'm too lazy to realize who.

"Late for what?" I ask, nearly drifting to sleep again. I should get some water.

I sit up exhaustedly, rubbing my eyes and yawning lightly.

"Are you even listening to me?" the voice--Hazel--asks.

"What? Sorry, didn't hear." I apologize.

"It's okay, but you're about late for therapy! Hurry! Dr. Argus will make you stay later."

I sigh. She's right.

"Wait for me outside, I'll be out in a minute or two." I assure.

"Okay. And Nico?"

"Yeah?"

"You know I care about you and love you, right?"

I sigh, but now why, "Yeah."

"Good. See you in a few."

TIME SKIP TO DR. ARGUS'

"Welcome back, Nico! How has your weekend been so far?" Dr. Argus asks joyfully.

I shrug, "Fine." I avoid eye contact, looking at my shoes from where I zit slumped in my seat, halfway laying more then sitting.

"Tell me about it." he states, eyes fully on me.

I shrug, "Not much to tell."

Dr. Argus sighs, putting down his clipboard of papers and pens.

"Nico, you've been doing this every time," he explains. "I know you're lying. I can't help you if you don't talk to me."

I know he's right, but he's not the person I want help from. I don't want therapy, at all, I hate it. No one is going to help me, anyway, no one can and most don't want to.

I simply shrug, "Okay."

"So, how was your weekend?" he asks again.

I feel my eyes burning, tingling, threatening to let tears pour out.

"It was fine." I whisper, still looking at the same spot I have been.

"Okay." Mr. Argus nods, giving me my space. I let out a deep breath, not caring what I come off like to this guy.

"So, how is your schoolwork going?"

And it went on like this. Questions, then shrugs. I hate therapy, and I don't want to "talk to" this guy; not that I don't like him, he's a nice and caring guy, I just don't want to talk about, especially during therapy.

(A/N Sorry that this chapter sucks, I was making way for the next chapter.
Do you like Leo Valdez? Oh, well, that's not good... he won't be too well next chapter... *evil cackle that is much like my real laugh XD* Anyways, I hope you will, and have, enjoy/enjoyed!)