(A/N Look at the effect I added to the picture!)

Is he broken too?

That question is banging inside my head, like a hammer on metal. My own voice, beckoning me to figure it out, and focus on nothing more.

I don't want Nico to be in pain. Not like me. I don't want him to experience this...this...this struggle. It sucks, and he shouldn't have to put up with it.

No one should.

I sigh, and hop in my car; what? I'm fifteen, but I was in a program! I mean, sure, I blew stuff up, but I still graduated and passed the driving test!

I shut my door, not in a good state mentally. I looked at my mirrors, and after I turned my car on (that I am allowed to drive), I backed out if my driving space and onto the road.

That's when my ears popped. Glass began to shatter, the noise louder then my thoughts for once today. I heard banging and smashing, like metal on metal. I heard scraping, like gears into paint. All of this I heard at once, for only a split-second. Then I felt a hot, unexplainable pain.

I felt my body twist as I shut my eyes out of instinct, feeling weightless too, and my head is slammed into my car window, hard. The window shatters, and the inside of my eyelids dim to black.