©Rick Riordan

©Scarlett Dove

Chapter X

You Do Not Choose, the Voice Does

"You can't just sit there and read that book over and over, you know." That fucking woman said.

"Says whom?" Nico droned flipping another page in his book. The woman 's glasses slipped down her nose as she narrowed her eyes towards Nico. She was young, for a psychologist. Blond. Big eyes. Reminds him of Jason. Jason… Nico glared hard at the book. Like he cared. She's nothing to him.

Nico scrunched up his face and shook his head. It was there again. It's always with him. Why doesn't it just go awa-

"Your health, Mr. Di Angelo, your health." The woman broke Nico out of his stupor. Nico snapped his head over to her with an awed expression. She raised an eyebrow at him. "Mr. Di Angelo?" When Nico didn't give her an answer and just went back to her book, she sighed.

He flipped to another page that he's read dozens of times.

Gods, what does she want?

"May I ask you something, Mr. Di Angelo?"

Oh, that.

His hands gripped the book.

He opened his mouth to reply.

Don't answer her.

His mouth shut tight.

"Mr. Di Angelo?"

He can't breathe.

Don't answer her.

His hands are shaking.

"Excuse me?"

Stop shaking.

He shakes harder.

Stop shaking, fucker.

Don't answer her, you idiot.

"Pardon me…"

His eyes shut.

If you fucking answer her-

They felt wet.


Nico's eyes shot open. His cheeks felt wet. He heaved in a wheezily breath. He can't breathe. Something's squeezing him.

What's happening? What's happening? He can't breathe.

He can't breathe.

He can't-

Then don't.

Deja vu, eh?

Just a little chapter. I have exams and testings coming up so as you can probably tell, I wont be updating that much in the next week or so.

See ya soon,

Scar :]