Forgotten

《 WILL 》

A/N this chapter will be kind of dark, just saying. It'll deal with suicidal thoughts and stuff so... yeah. Dark.

CHAPTER 12

To say I was hurt was an understatement. The biggest understatement of all time, actually. No, I wasn't physically hurt, but what I was feeling right now... well, it was much worse then when I've ever been physically hurt. Seeing Leo there kissing my boyfriend... I wanted to kill Leo, kill myself, kill someone.

I swear to gods, I knew I shouldn't have trusted that stupid Leo. Going on and on about Oliver and this Percy kid. I should have just gone with my gut, but no, I decided to trust that stupid Valdez kid. Why would I ever do that? How could I ever do that?

And then there was this so called 'amazing' Percy. He didn't seem that amazing to me. He just sat in that stupid chair not saying a word, not trying to break them up.

He just sat there and did nothing.

No one did anything.

Everyone had betrayed me.

I was hurt, confused, lonely, and upset. Again, those are all understatements, but I can't even think of words to express the pain I was feeling. Just... pain.

My usually so called happy, bright, self was long gone.

I sighed heavily, trying to keep in the tears. I couldn't cry, not for a cheating bastard like Nico. He didn't deserve the tears, deserve the constant thoughts, deserve me still dreaming about his soft lips. He didn't deserve anything, not from me.

At the moment I was sitting on the edge of a cliff. It wasn't that high up, I guess. If I were to jump off, I'd only break a few bones. But if I were to try to land in a specific way...

No.

Don't think like this Will. Some cheating boyfriend and backstabbing traitors aren't going to do this to you. You never needed them. The only person you need is yourself. You'll get over him eventually, doesn't everyone?

But what if I'm not like everyone?

What if I don't get over it?

What if I'm stuck with Nico's face constantly in my head... forever?

I couldn't live like that. I just... couldn't. It would be too hard, too sad. It would be torture.

I pulled an arrow out of my quiver, looking at the thin, wooden, weapon. It'd be so easy to plunge it into my heart and get this all over with. End the constant pain, the constant suffering.

It would be so easy.

So effortless.

All I'd have to do is plunge it into my heart. Simple, easy, effortless... quick.

Was I willing to do it? Was I willing to end my life just like that? Just at the age of 15? Instantly over? Did I really love Nico that much? Did I really trust Leo that much?

Why did life have to be so hard? Please help me answer that question. I don't think I'll ever find the answer.

I took a deep breath and raised the arrow, the sharp tip against my chest where my heart was. Just push it in.

One more chance to think about this. Was I truly willing to do it? Yes. Yes, I was. If I didn't, I would be broken forever.

All because of them.

I took a deep breath, ready to finally end my gods forsaken life.

Okay, that was dark. I have no idea where that came from. But there will be a little twist in the next chapter so just wait!