Dead in Love (Nico x Reader)

Monster

  This is a lil spoopy, and is inspired by every creepy Halsey song.

      My memories were blurry, my fingers were...bloody..? And-and I stood dizzily in a pure white room. There was a small window in the thick, probably steal, door. There was only a mattress on the floor. I could hear voices outside the door, but the ringing in my ears was too loud. 

  I walked on wobbly legs from the middle of the room to the mattress and curled myself into a cocoon with the single thin blanket on top. I gazed quietly at the blank wall, trying to remember what had happened that I was in this situation. Nothing came to mind other than my arms were really itchy.

  I pulled them out from under the blanket to see what was making them itch so badly. Oh, just some bandages. They were a little dirty so I began unwrapping my left arm, but the closer I got to my skin, then bloodier they got. 

  When it fell away I was left with an ugly mess of fresh, slightly oozy, cuts. The ran raggedly up and down my arm, punctuated with purpling bruises. I quickly unwrapped my other arm and found the same thing. 

  I sagged against the wall. Who did this to me? Why did it happen? Why can't I remember anything about the past... day?

  I was cradling my arms when I heard the door open. My lover, Nico Di Angelo, slowly stepped through the door.

  "(Y/N)," he asked nervously.

  "Nico? What happened?" I called quietly. He looked relieved for some reason. Maybe that I knew who he was? He turned back and gave a thumbs up to whoever was behind the door and it swung shut.

  "What happened?" I asked again as he gingerly sat down beside me.

  "You don't remember?" He obnoxiously answered my question with a question.

  "No..." I trailed off, a memory hit me. 

    A knife in my hand. Blood on my arms and bed sheets. Then darkness.

  "Did I do this?"  I asked quietly. Nico didn't answer, just fidgeted with his jacket sleeve.

  "Did I. Do this?" I asked louder. Still no answer.

  "Did I do this!? " I whipped around to face Nico and grabbed his arm, who flinched away from my touch. He nodded slightly, but it was enough for me.

 "Oh gods," I moaned and subconsciously squeezed Nico's arm. I saw him wince slightly in the corner of my eye. 

  I took my hand off his arm, "Take off your jacket," I commanded quietly. He didn't want to test me apparently because he quietly took it off. 

  His arms, too, were wrapped in bandages.

   "Oh, gods, no," I sobbed, "I hurt you too."  I moved quickly away from him so I was squeezed up against the wall on the edge of the cot. How could I have done this?

  "It wasn't your fault, (Y/N)," he reached out to touch my arm, but I flinched away this time.

  "Then whose was it? A demon that possessed me? Was it Zeus?" I cried and crushed myself against the wall.

  "You didn't make yourself...," He watched me with pain loud and clear in his voice.

  "Try to kill myself? We both know I tried to kill myself and you just got in the way," The tears streaming down my face.

  "You weren't thinking straight," he was starting to cry too now.

"Are you sure? Are you sure I'm not just a monster who had no one else to kill so why not just kill myself?" I jumped off the mattress with my hands pulling at my hair.

  "I'm sure!" He got off the bed to follow closely behind me, "I know who you are and you aren't a monster." He untangled my hands from my hair and crushed me in a hug. My hot tears soaked his black shirt and my hands beat weakly against his chest as I tried to cry my troubles away.

  But I snapped and I don't think I can ever be put together.

Well, that was pretty dank. Also, I hope y'all liken the spam today. I have no life so I could spend all day writing and no one would care. YAY IM SAD AND ALONE. Lemme know if you like this kind of chapter even though there's not much romance. Honestly, I'll probably write more of these because it's more of a personal vent than anything. Comment any ideas you have because that means I won't have to write to many of these.

~Trash