Okay so I realize I said I wouldn't be posting and I realize this should be Will's POV but two dinglehoppers:
1. My friend BeautyOfaMisfit got a WATTPAD!!! WOOT WOOT! NOOT NOOT! If you want you can follow her but I warn you she is just like me and that is my warning. (Tell her MUP sent you, see what she says. Maybe she won't slap me.)
2. Last chappie I honestly just don't know it was like a double chapter so we're back here.
I was alive. This wasn't right. Shit. That meant Will had gotten to me before the blood and pills could work properly. Gods dammit. "You sun PUN of a bitch." He jumped. Not Will, but Jason. I assumed the rest were waiting outside. "Sorry. Not you."
"Nico. Thank the gods." He rushed over in an attempt to hug me, but I really was not feeling that huggy. I held up a hand to signal him to not move or I will send you to Tartarus and it worked. "Nico, what the actual fuck? You had us worried."
"Didn't Will tell you?" He pressed his lips together, as if having a mental argument over something. "What are you hiding?"
"We haven't been able to get a word out of him."
A pang of guilt pierced my heart. Good to know I still had one. Terrible to know that I still loved him. Even if he didn't in return. "What do you mean?" I stared at Jason. He looked almost identical to Will physically, but they were different in spirit. Will was more relaxed, he had brightness to his eyes. Jason had been hardened by war. His eyes were so icy they freezer burned my soul.
Just then, someone knocked on the door. "Come in." Jason said. It was Abby, one of Will's sisters. "Nico's up."
"Thank the gods." She said, her hand on her heart. "Nico, we need to check your vitals." She immediately started a check-up. Will did it better. I was more comfortable with him. He doesn't love you. Move on. I can't. You know you can. SHUT UP. You're choosing not to. You're hoping, praying, it was an accident. Rise and shine Sammy people don't accidentally kiss.
I clenched my fists and immediately released due to the stinging. I gasped out loud. You've handled going through Tartarus and yet you can't handle a little cut? "SHUT UP!" I yelled. They stared at me. "Nothing."
After being sufficiently smothered by hugs by the Seven and Calypso, who came barging in, I lied down and tried to force myself asleep unsuccessfully. So I lost myself in thought. It had been at least two hours and neither Will nor Rachat had made an appearance.
Around dinnertime, I heard the quietest knock on the door and sighed before propping myself up and readying another performance.
"He's sleeping." I heard one of Will's sisters- no, Apollo campers- say. Footsteps. But someone was out there. I could feel the presence of sorrow even worse than mine. GUESS WHO???
They slid down my door. Their breathing was uneven, and they sobbed as quietly as possible. I heard the doorknob turn and quickly pretended to be asleep, not facing the doorway.
"I'm sorry, Nico. This is all my fault." NOT WHO YOU THINK IT IS. Rachat. She sat on the edge of my bed and I could feel her look at me. "I'm so, so sorry."
Friendly reminder: (Wait since when am I friendly) In the words of Kelly Clarkson, "Only in our blind belief can we ever find the truth."
"You can't stay mad at Will." Why not? He cheated on me. He kissed you. Go snog him or something. It's obvious he doesn't care for me anymore. "He loves you too much."
Kisses,
Satan, Lord of Feels.
P.S. I love you.
P. P. S. JUST KIDDING IT'S A SONG I PROMISE. But anyways what do you guys want for Christmas? I am posting my Christmas letter here.
Dear Santa,
Remember me? I used to sit on your lap and we'd spin tales of childhood fantasy. Well I've grown up now. But I still need help somehow. Not for myself, but for a world in need.
1. No more lives (or wrists, mind you) be torn apart.
2. Wars will never start.
3. Time will heal a heart.
4. Everyone will have a friend.
5. Right will always win.
6. Love will never end.
This is my grown up Christmas list.
As children I believed the grandest sight to see was somewhere buried in gifts underneath a tree. But Heaven only knows that packages and bows can never heal a hurting human soul.
What word am I looking for? The innocence of youth. Maybe only in our blind belief can we find the truth.
This is my grown up Christmas list. Scratch that, my only lifelong wish.
I may deserve coal, or nothing at all, and shit, this is a lot. And shit, I won't be alive to see this world.
But shit, I can help create it.
