Nico POV

I locked the door and ran inside the closet, closing the doors behind me.

I took one shuddering breath after another. My fingers raked through my hair, tugging at it. I ignored the stinging behind my eyes and hugged my knees to my chest.

Why? Why today? Why now? Why ME?

Violent sobs started to rack throughout my body.

The look on his face.

I hear someone banging on the door and calling my name. I ignored them and ruffled through my belongings for something I promised never to do. EVER.

Disgusted.

I smacked the item against the ground, breaking it into pieces. I held one of the intact pieces and took a deep breath.

Don't do this.

But I have to.

No, you don't. There are better ways.

I will be better like this anyways

Don't! It'll just make it worse!

Physical pain will numb the emotional.

Please. For Bianca.

She's already DEAD! I can't do anything to change the fact she's GONE!

Tears ran freely down my cheeks and dripped down to the ground, as if they could clean out every scar, every wound. But it doesn't work like that.

Everything will get better.

WHEN?! IT'S BEEN OVER 6 FUCKING YEARS!

"Please Nico!" said Hazel's voice from outside the door.

His face..

"I have to," was all I said.

And I let it happen.

Why'd I do that..?

Just like that.

But sometimes, little things are all it takes.

Just one more and you'll never know you've crossed the line. The line that says everything about you.

And you know what just happened?

That line snapped.