Shifting Shadow [Nico ♡]

Grenade without a pin

Hello readers
Ideas for this tale are running out but I am trying to give update to those who read it.

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NICO

Therapy is now my most hated activity - if you can call it an activity because it feels to me like poking an emotional granade without it's pin checking if it will explode- good thing I didn't explode.

I find my find myself humming a familiar tune trying to calm myself down. She knows how to poke at the small holes of the barrier I made to separate me from everyone.

I, Nico Di Angelo, will not be weak and trust thier cause. I am not a fool like B- fuck!

Now I see it was all about my sister, it's always about my sister. They keep asking me questions about her.

I angrily push the door open and quick slamming it shut. I take a breath humming in my heard I heard somewhere before but I don't remember unwittingly my hand touches my mothers locket which is around my neck.

My vision blurs as I realized why I am humming the tune. It was a tune my mother used to sing to me when I was under emotional distress.

And I right now I am under a distress of some kind. Maybe my metaphors are somewhat right, I never really thought that I have an emotional grenade which I have tried to bury under happy facades that people kept poking. I don't know where to find the pin and I don't want an outburst.

My eyes scenes around the room to find everything where I left it but something doesn't feel right.

Someone has been snooping in my room, now I feel like redirecting all this emotional revelation in to finding a Robin.