🔸🔽↗ Leo ↙🔼🔸

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A/N the main reason I didn't do Leo's P.O.V. much was because I didn't want to give away his little secret XD

Being home while everyone else is gone and busy with their day is boring--although, Maria is home, in case I need anything. I guess I like being babied, but I'll never admit it.

You're bothersome, that's why Nico didn't want you to come.

Lies. What else have you got in store, brain?

Brain? Give me a real name.

Fine, then. Daniella.

You're boring. That's probably why you're being so reluctant to me.

Give it up already.

You're nothing, to anyone. Figure it out, already.

You're a waste, no good.

Run away again. You'll find another place to get beaten up in.

He wouldn't care.

His family wouldn't care.

Why should you care?

Why can't my brain just shut up?

I'm always here, Leo. And I'll never go away.

~Time Skip~

Maria knocked on my door. "Leo?"

I looked up at her, laying with boredom on the floor.

"Do you want something to eat?"

It's poison! Don't trust her!

I look in her eyes.

Suspicious, don't you think?

"Yes, please." I ignore the voice the best I can.

Ms. di Angelo smiles warmly, "I'll bring you a snack."

I wait patiently, unfortunately left to my thoughts and my thoughts alone.

What are you waiting for? Escape!

Get out of here!

Keep running.

Never stop.

Ms. di Angelo opens the door.

Last chance! Hurry!

She sits next to me and places a plate down, but I'm zoned out.

"Leo?" she asks. I shake out of my trance.

"Sorry." I say.

She shakes her head, "Don't be, sweetheart. Here's your snack. Take your plate out when you're done."

I nod, looking at the food.

Disgusting.

You're not hungry.

It's poison!

Be warned.

It's a sandwich and some Pringles.

You'll die!

Don't you want to die?

You should die.

You should fall away, run and never return, never exist again, be gone!

No one wants you.

Especially not him.

You're a burden, a restraint.

Set yourself free.

I picked up the sandwich and took a bite. I finished most of it, and the Pringles.

I'll have to deal with this all day, won't I? Yay.

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