Mkay SO this is the sequel to mah first book.
Set in April 2015 roughly.
Yes you missed Valentines Day. But if you want details, I believe they are on on page 69. ;)
This chapter contains triggers and feels.
The sound of the gun pumped my adrenaline. I ran. Fast. I couldn't see my legs. Legs. That was the fault in this.
I stopped. This isn't real. I willed myself.
Aha the pun. I'm a mean demigod.
The scene melted into black. "Hello?" I called out. Normally the dark comforted me. Now I heard my heart beat. Will towered over me, his eyes burnt with hatred. I tried to make myself smaller.
He spoke only one word. "Fag." He spat at me, and tossed a knife at me. "Kill yourself. No one would miss you." His words were like venom. Worse than gorgon's blood.
I grabbed the knife and looked at Will's back. He was walking away with some Aphrodite looking kids, laughing.
I would've walked away. I should've walked away. But some kid with red hair about Will's age turned and kissed him.
And Will kissed back. Soon the rest of the kids had faded and it was just me and the two doves.
Get it cause Aphrodite's animal is a dove?
The knife hit the ground. I felt tears well up in my eyes. They looked at me. The red haired kid snorted. "You used to date him?"
"Nothing meaningful. Just like his life."
"My life has meaning!" I cried, and picked the knife up.
"Please. The only good use for that knife is to end your miserable life."
This makes me feel sad feels.
"No. But I will end yours." I ran towards him and skewered them on the very tip, then pulled it out.
The red haired kid had been hit the worst. She was dead. Will was dying. "You're worthless!" He gasped in pain.
Instinct led me to clot the blood. "Get away from me, fag. I'd rather die than get help from you."
I am so sorry.
He started shouting. "Get up!" He yelled at me. "Nico!"
Someone was shaking me. I recognized Will's hands. "Nico you've gotta get up." He studied my face. "What?"
I hadn't realize I'd been death staring at the ceiling until now. "Nothing."
"Didn't look like nothing."
"Well it was!" I snapped. He seemed taken aback. Normally I was not this moody. "I'm sorry."
"Sunshine, you know you can tell me anything." He sat on the edge of my bed.
Not this. I thought, but dismissed it. "Just another thing from Tartarus. Now, doctor, I need a cure."
His arms were warm and his CHB shirt smelled like burning marshmallows.
*as the squeals reach dog hearing frequencies*
"Cure and cuddles both start with a C." He said, and I could hear his grin.
"You little shit."
"*You're little shit."
I'm so sorry. I just- sorry.
