Do You Remember Me? (sequel to How Did I Fall For Nico di Angelo)

CHAPTER 7: AMBER

Okay, so from now on, *** means a flashback starts and/or ends. **** does not mean smut like in other stories, but it means the character is starting and/or finishing a dream. Hope you enjoy this chapter. It will be a filler. A very emotional and heart stopping filler. Don't kill me. Sorry.

M. Leigh

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I dreamed up an entire world of chaos. Literally.

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I was walking in absolutely nothing. Not so much walking, more like floating, controlling the direction of my path in the endless darkness, enjoying complete weightlessness. But there was an odd feeling in the air, like with each breath I was walking a mile. The air got thick and heavy, as if it were trying to crush me. It began to get hard to breathe.

As my lungs were getting crushed, I noticed a building in the distance. I floated as quickly as I could towards what I found was a mansion, going in as fast as possible. The air was breathable, meaning that this mansion had actual air. Although this mansion, this room, this atmosphere, it was familiar. And it was rather dark, like the goddess Nyx herself had cursed it with her presence.

I mentally facepalmed. It was familiar because it was Nyx's mansion. The Mansion of Night itself. I had trained in this room, my blood staining the tile. The only thing I didn't recognize was the long corridor that lay ahead of me, with dark tiles that were marked by the sign of Nyx.

It seemed dangerous, and my demigod instincted told me not to go through it. But I was drawn to it, like I was being pulled into Tartarus all over again. So I began to walk through it. It seemed to go on forever.

When I reached the end, there was a plain black door with a gray skull on it. I walked closer to examine the mark, when the door opened. Nico was standing on the other side, shock showing on his face. I reached out my hand, trying to see whether he was real. He looked from it to my face for a few seconds before taking a step back. I put my hand down and looked Nico in the eyes.

His eyes were...wrong. They were cold, showing misery and suffering and anger. They were as black and hard as opal, unlike the real Nico's. Nico had eyes like black coffee, warm and comforting yet bitter at the same time.

I took a step back and my hand rested on my sword hilt. The Nico-look-alike smiled evilly and his eyes glowed with black flames. The corridor around me crumbled, causing me to tumble into the land below Tartarus. Also known as Chaos.

I could see horrible images pass me by. Nico being tortured while screaming my name, Jason bleeding out while sitting only feet away from me, yet I could never reach him. Even Josh being thrown into the mercy of the arai. I couldn't handle all of these horrible thoughts.

They aren't real, I told myself. I wanted to cry. I wanted to feel pain. I wanted to die. No matter how hard I tried to push away these thoughts, they crowded my mind until I couldn't keep it in.

I screamed louder than I though was ever possible. It hurt worse than getting whipped or stabbed or bitten by a monster. I know from experience. When I finished, I couldn't feel anything. My arms, legs, I couldn't even feel my chest rising and falling. Was I even breathing?

More horrible images floated around me, making me want to scream over and over and over again. But when I tried, the only thing that came out was a dry laugh. I just kept laughing hysterically. I had finally lost it. I was insane. Between Tartarus, Chaos, and the real world, I couldn't handle it anymore.

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I woke up sweaty and and shaking. Nico hovered over me with concern written all over his face.