Kid from the Asylum

Chapter Nine

Nicos POV

When I woke up, we were at my parents house again. I was on the couch, Percy in the recliner, and everyone else just randomly scattered throughout the place. "Morning Nico," a voice quietly chimed.

I turned my head to look to where the voice had come from and saw my mom. "Morning mum."

She smiled, sitting in another recliner as I sat up, grimacing. "We need comfier couches."

She laughed. "Bring that up with your father.

We were quiet for a while after that, until she spoke again. "How are you and Will doing?"

I shrugged with a quiet sigh. "I don't really think it's meant to be. I love him and everything, but we're polar opposites and it really fucks with our schedule, we hardly get to see each other and it's hard to do anything that we both like." I sighed, chewing my bottom lip.

"And you're attracted to Percy."

I gave her an alarmed look. "What? Why do you say that?"

"I'm a mother, Nico."

"Fair."

We were sitting in silence until slowly, Percy rose up from sleep with a quiet yawn. He noticed I was awake and gave a small smile. "Morning."

"Morning. How'd you sleep?"

"Very well," Percy hummed. He acted like a seven year old still in many ways, I realized as we continued our conversation. He still held an aura of innocence, yet you could tell he was being weighed down by things that he was trying to hide.

Everyone else woke up within the next hour, chiming in the conversation until there was loud rustling over conversation and laughter throughout my living room. "So, not to... Bring down the mood or anything," Thalia spoke up, "but what do you have for disorders and what's sedative?"

"I have everything, but a scaled down version," Percy began to explain. "Anxiety, depression, MPD or DID, anorexia and PTSD are really the main ones. For example, my multiple personalities only happen once or twice a day unless my anxiety is really high. Since she was able to increase my heart rate and drive my anxiety up, she was able to control all my other symptoms. As long as I'm brought out of the sedatives okay, I should he fine."

"Should be fine," I mused after him. "So you still have multiple personalities?"

"Yeah." Percy blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's not fun, so sorry if... You know... I switch."

"Not your fault," I said with a shrug. "No one here too apologize to. We're all fucked up in one way or another."

Percy smiled a little easier, but it quickly faltered. "So... I can't just randomly move in with one of you so I'm going to have to move back in with my step dad."

"No, you're going to be living with me. I'm not sending you back to him, no way," I huffed, a painful tugging sensation pulling at my chest.

"But-"

"You're staying here. No objections," I corrected, glaring.

Percy sighed. "Fine."

I smiled. "Good. What are things we should ge concerned about?"

Percy shrugged. "Eating. Don't let me be in a room with locks. Or basements." He shuddered. "No basements."

"You said something about a basement before..." I tried to place the memory.

"Yeah, my mom was murdered in our basement after being tortured since I was two, so... I prefer to not go in basements." Percy shrugged nonchalantly while I stared at him.