Never to Late (Daughter of Thanatos and Nico Di Angelo)

The Queens bodyguard

Today was kind of strange, in a totally epic way. I got attacked for the first time since I was six. I know, it sounds pretty stalkerish but believe me, it was the most normal thing to happen this week. For starters, I got stalked at school by an old lady with a pair of huge socks dangling from her basket, got my car backed into by a huge muscly guy, with a grotesque face, a "baby cakes" tattoo (that kinda creeped me out), and a case of really bad sunburn. Seriously! He needed to get to a hospital!

Other strange things had also happened, my father drove me to school one morning and a dog jumped up at his Mercedes, leaving lethal scratches on it, (he was livid). But, all of this became real when he said "stupid dog! Keep a hold of it lady!" But it wasn't a dog! It was a pitch black hound bigger than a truck! With a dog collar saying "Mrs O' Leary". I pointed this out, but dad said I was crazy! But with a bit of hesitation. I was determined to find out what was going on.

I had woken up fine, got dressed for school in a Three Days Grace tank top with another lace tank on top paired with black jeans with doodle covered, white converse. I ate Lucky charms with a strawberry and banana smoothie for breakfast, and walked out of the door with my father, had that dog episode, and walked into Goode High School.

Then, I jogged to my locker, thankful that the 'squeakies' hadn't arrived yet. The squeakies are the group of annoying populars that are named as such because of their ,obviously fake, high pitched cat calls that could be barely classified as laughs. Oh crap... I was wrong.

"Hey! Goth chick! get over here! I've got something to say to you!"
I ignored her and kept walking, thankful to spot Nico, my.....friend, even though everyone else knows that I've had a crush on him for like, ever. I walked frantically towards him, avoiding couples and groups crowding the hall.

"Goth chick! Stop running, what? Are you scared! Your boyfriend can't save you forever!" I walked faster, my head down and hands turning white in front of my books. "What would your mother say! Ignoring people like this! Were you're friends!" She called with a maniacal grin stretching her face so tight that you could see every ,barely covered with foundation, pore that was shimmery with powder.

She laughed maniacally, knowing full well that she'd struck a nerve, a reptilian smile forming on her lips. The truth was, my mother had died a whole two weeks ago, from a very rare cancer, and she had known Rochelle, the mother of the girl that is currently tormenting me. What my mother hadn't known about was the womans daughter, and the emotional torture I have to go through every day at school. Only Nico does.

He's my saviour, the one I can pour out all the threats and torture to, the only one I trust. I don't have enough courage to go to the heads office, (that's being a grass to everyone at Goode high) or tell my father, who has barely talked to me since, and has been drunk out of his mind, ever since the funeral that was held two days ago.

I had bought a new black dress for the dismal occasion. I didn't want to go, who does? But I knew that I owed it to her, when she had been a part of my life for 17 'happy' years. Luckily, I only had another two days of torture to endure until the summer starts and I'll never see those hags again.

I whirled around, ready to defend myself but I didn't see the fist coming. I certainly felt it though. It cinnected with my jaw, which,on impact, exploded with the pain.

It was like my jaw had been whacked with a sledgehammer. I dropped to my stomach on the cold tile floor, the room spinning violently like a carousel, landing in and out of conciousness. the last thing I saw before I fell into oblivion and was dragged away was a worried face. Black hair, and deep chocolate brown eyes that could look into my own and reveal every secret that I tried to hide.

I awoke to a brutal blow to the abdomen, my lungs, already stoked with pain, flared, and I began to lose breath, my head became unfocused, and airy, like my brain had been pumped out through my nostrils. I glanced weakly up at my attacker, who grinned back maniacally in response, showing off his pearly white teeth.

This dude was a jock, boyfriend to Drew Takanaka, head of the squeakies, and the queen of Goode High. The boy was on the school wrestling team, and has been known to floor someone with a single punch. I hope that I get that much mercy. I thought mournfully.

"Selene! Where are you selene?" I had never been happier to hear his voice in my entire life. "Ni-" I tried to call out, knowing that he could help me escape. But unfortunately only an amplified croak escaped my throat. "Call for help again and I will break every rib in your rib cage. Try me if you don't believe me" my attacker hissed.

I stupidly decided to test him. "Nico!" I cried, my voice gaining more confidence. "Nico! Help!" This time, my voice was legible, and thankfully he heard my tortured cries.

He rushed into the....clearing? It was behind the football fields. I had never been happier to hear his voice.The boy hoisted me up, holding my slender throat in a choke hold that truly lived up to its name. "One more steps and I slit her pretty little throat Di Angelo" he snarled.

I hadnt even seen or felt the icy cold knife being pressed into my throat until it dug slightly into my throat. I cried out and clawed at the impossibly strong figure choking me as the tips  feet scraped the grass, I knew that my face was probably purple by now.

I noticed that the knife had inscription that I read as 'torment'. It consisted of strange symbols that were as follows: τόρμεντ. I don't know how I read it, but I wisely chose to dwell upon that later instead of now. Nico hissed in outrage, started cursing creatively in Italian and began to chant. Dark clouds formed and they wrapped around me like a snuggie.

The boy, however, screamed bloody murder. But, as he dropped to the ground, in one last final effort, he hurled the knife at me, it hitting me in my left hip. I felt a buzzing, then a swarm, and suddenly, I could feel the point as it ripped into the tissue, killing off a few more nerves. I barely felt any pain as I blacked out into the welcoming arms of darkness.