The Deep End

Chapter 9: You Didn't Try

                               Monday
Nico
Nico woke up almost screaming. His face wet with tears, including his pillow. Nico flopped back down his back heart racing and breathing heavy. Fuck, he thought as his body tried to cool down.
Most nights terrors would poison his dreams, yet last night it poisoned his mind too. After hearing his friends, and family talking like that he began to believe it. He strolled out of bed still wearing Percy's clothes. Not wanting to take the shirt off Nico decided to just through a hoodie over his head and call it a day. Also, slipping on some distressed black jeans and swinging his bag over his shoulder. He forgot to do the colouring, for the project, but it didn't bother him. He knew he could finish it. He was just feeling so self conscious. His headache made him uncomfortable and his body was sore in anguish as he trudged through his cramped apartment into the city of New York. He plugged earbuds in and listened trying to distract himself from the mind that was his own. Words that filled him useless, defeated, horrible, disgusting. The list could go on. He wondered if his brain could ever be fixed. If his depression filled head would ever go away. When your depressed it's not just being sad. Your whole body is in discomfort, your head hurts, and you feel as if you could take a 10 hour nap, but never fall asleep. Though Percy let him see happiness. He just couldn't touch it yet.