A New Start- A Solangelo Fanfic

Chapter 9

Nico

He called me cute, what does that mean? Does he like me, because I think like him. But what if he leaves me like everyone else, I can't lose anyone else. He's the first person who cared and even though I have friends maybe we could have something more? Maybe, but what if he doesn't feel the same way, he probably just wants to be friends, but I still like him and-

"Here we are," Nico snapped out of his thoughts, to find Will opening a door into a room. It was a different one then before, but it look the same.

"So what should I do," Nico asked, as he sat on the bed.

"You could sleep or read or during visiting time, your friends could come over. I'll check you out now and later, I'll bring you food for dinner."

"Okay."

After Will checked Nico to make sure he was okay, he left. Nico sat in bed thinking about what he should do next. He decided to go to bed, so he crawled under the covers and closed his eyes. But all he could see was that ridicules blond boy's smiling face. Full of happiness and light and love. Wait love? I guess I do have a small crush on him, feeling his lips against mine, crushing our bodies together. But does he think the same way about me? The only person who knows I'm gay is Jason, maybe Piper if Jason told her. Plus Annabeth, since she was there when I told Percy I  used  to liked him. But Will. He's so different from Percy, blond hair, blue eyes, a contagious grin, a beautiful laugh, his cute mess of hair on top of his head and him being him.

Nico drifted off to sleep, with a blush on his face. But that meant dreams. Or rather nightmares. Yay!

Nico found himself in his cabin, and he looked out his window. It seemed to be dawn, which was weird because Nico never woke up early. And he hated not getting enough sleep. . He climbed out of bed and when his feet touched the floor, a shiver went up his body. The floor was freezing. He went to open his cabin door, when it blew open suddenly. He peered outside and saw destruction everywhere.

Camp Half-Blood had broken cabins, falling apart and burnt. The strawberry fields were gone, all that was left was ash covering the ground. He looked in amazement and dismay at his wasteland of a home. He then noticed the infirmary, or where it used to, the ground was littered with items burnt, but he surprising didn't see anyone. The whole camp was smoking.

"Little hero, looks like your home is ruined and no one is left. Greek and Romans fought until the all of them feel to the ground dead. There is no one left little hero," I female voice purred.

Nico whipped his head around and saw a swirling pile of dirt and mud, that changed into a sleeping woman.

"You're wrong, I brought the Athena Parthenos to camp and stoped the war between camps. And Leo defeated you," Nico said confidently.

"No, Leo never made it here. You never made it here either. The Athena Parthenos never made it to Camp Half-Blood and it's your fault for not getting it here."

"You're just a dream," Nico stated, his voice quivering a bit.

"Not only that, you failed. You failed Percy Jackson, he's dead now because you couldn't get to the House of Hades, you never made it. Hahahah," Gaia crackled, ignoring Nico. "Now everyone you love is dead and it's all your fault."

"What no, that can't be," Nico murmured, as his vision blurred, with Gaia's evil laughter in the background. He suddenly found himself slipping and then falling in to a dark hole.

"You don't deserve to be here, have fun in Tartarus," Nico heard as he faded into the darkness.

His dream changed, he found himself slowly dying in the poisonous air of Tartarus. Suddenly monsters surrounded him and were pushing him back. He tried to fight them, but more kept appearing in their places. His lungs ached, his muscles were sore and his legs felt like led. But he couldn't give up, he had to make it back. That was until he slipped falling yet again into another pit of darkness letting it swallow him up.

He felt himself become one with the darkness, felt himself start to fade away. There was no light for him now, not even him a Son of Hades could stop this, he felt alone in the world, no one really cares about him, why should he continue to live, why should he suffer. He was letting himself fade, convinced no one cared, until it happened again, right back in Tartarus where he was starting to think he belonged.

Nico didn't know how many times he relived that scene, but it was wearing at his body. As he slipped back into that dark hole, this time it was different, a bright light was heading towards him and he heard a voice whisper "Nico."