A/N I don't own anything.
Nico DiAngelo. Living with his dad, Hades, cousin, Thalia, and memories of his dead sister, Bianca.
"Nico, dude, you gotta stop," Percy warned.
"I'll be fine, Perseus," Nico spit out, as if 'Perseus' was rotten.
"You're gonna pass out again, Nicki," Percy said.
"I'll be fine! Just leave me alone!" Nico shouted, even though Percy was right next to him.
"No, you're not fine! You're going to die. You're going to die like Bianca if you keep drinking!" Percy yelled back.
"Don't you dare, Perseus Jackson! Don't you dare bring Bianca into this!" Nico warned.
"Why not? Isn't she what this is about? Isn't she what everything is about now? You're not the only one who misses B! She was my family too!" Percy yelled.
Nico took another swig from his beer. He's going to kill himself,' Percy thought.
"Shut up! I'm 17, let me kill myself if I want too! I'm done," Nico said as he pushed himself against a brick wall and sat down on the floor.
"I'm done," he said again as he began to sob.
"Nico, c'mon. Stop drinking. This isn't what Bianca would want, is it?" Percy tried.
Nico shook his head.
"What's the difference between me and you, Perce? You take coke and smoke weed all the time, but I don't try to stop you. And even though you're on the swim team and get drug tested, nobody stops you. Nobody. Stops. You," Nico says and cries some more.
"Nicki, that's different-"
"No. It's not Perce! Nobody stops you, because you never pass out! You never lost anyone! You have no idea what-"
"No idea? No idea, Nico? I've lost everything! My mom is dead, my dad left me with Luke, Luke forces me to sleep with girls I don't even know, and the only chance I have of making it somewhere is by swimming!" Percy yells.
Nico finishes his beer and moves on to the next one. His fifth.
"At least you have something going for you, Perce. What do I have? A dad? The most he's ever tried to stop me is by telling me not to drink. Look where that got me. I'm seven-fucking-teen and I'm a fucking alcholholic, Perce. There's nothing left for me," Nico sobs.
He finished his fifth beer in one drink and moves onto his sixth, which he finishes again. Then goes onto his seventh and eighth and ninth and so on before starting to feel more dizzy than he did before.
Nico was done with people trying to help him. He was done with people telling him bullshit. He wanted out, and drinking was his ticket to Bianca.
Nico took one last drink before seeing nothing but blackness.
A/N Spoiler alert: I'm not killing Nico off... Yet. Just kidding. Maybe... Remember to leave comments and vote
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