TRIGGER
Nico's POV
My eyes shot open, as something, or someone more like, jumps on me squealing. My vision is blocked by a bunch of brown curls, and I know immediately who it is. I bring my arms around her, wincing slightly, but ignoring the pain in my arms. I nuzzle my face closer into her hair, squeezing her gently. "Hi." I croak. "Nico." Is her reply, before bursting into tears. "I-i though you," She sobs, unable to finish. I sit up immediately, Hazel shifting so she's more comfortable in my lap, face buried in my neck, her gasping breath and cold tears wetting my shoulder. Wait. I tensed, realizing I was shirtless, and wearing my black skinny jeans that looked like normal jeans on me. Fortunately I was under the covers. I coughed awkwardly, as I patted her back, softly soothing her, and telling her that I'm all right. I'm not, but I can't tell her that. I looked over her shoulder, and saw the towels still around my wrists. The towels had already been a dark red, since the color scheme in here was gloomy and depressed. Like me. She pulled back, eyes drying. She seemed to realize I was shirtless and blushed. She got off the bed, and over to my closet, before throwing me a shirt. Unfortunately it was short sleeves, but I put it on anyway. There was a hesitant knock at the door, and my head whipped around. The door was wide open, and standing there looking uncomfortable was Frank. My 14 year old sister gently gave me one last hug before walking over to Frank and giving him a kiss on the cheek and closing the door behind them as they left. I didn't hear a click, but I was to lost in thought to realize. I got out of bed with a sigh, and walked into the kitchen. Only the big three kids had one, since not a lot of kids had been expected. And honestly, I don't know how I'd feel if I had any other half-siblings. I put the kettle on the stove and turned on the burner under neath it. I sighed and crushed the coffee beans before them in the coffee maker. I placed my mug under it, and when the kettle whistled, I poured the water in the top, and waited until the mug was full. I took the hot coffee, warming up my hands. As I finished my coffee and put it in the sink, I realized my arms itched.
Time skip to after Lunch
For the rest of the day, I avoid going out of my cabin. I'd cut more, losing count as I went over 15 or so. My throat and stomach still burned slight from eating more than 1 and 1/4 of a square of ambrosia, since anymore than that seemed to be too much. I ignored it as I went to shower. I walked out in my towel, before grabbing black boxers and putting them on. I hit something by accident, and a floor-length mirror I didn't know I had appeared on the wall. I froze, staring at myself. I hate it. My face, my body, everything. Why me?! Why do I have to look like this. My eyes glance over the red lined on the underside of my forearm and I flinch away from the sight, throat feeling tight as I blink, away tears.
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