AN: I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, and I hope I'm doing well with an element of mystery for this story. Anyhoodles, enjoy chapter 5!

TRIGGER WARNING!!!!
  (For homophobic language in Persephone's POV at end)

Nico's POV

As I got out of the van that brought me here, I took one last long look at the ghost in the car. Well, the one I didn't know. Bianca, mama and Uncle Alessio all stepped out after me, though the doors got shut on my uncle, but he simply walked through the doors as if there wasn't something blocking his path.
     I saw Alessio whisper something to mama, and she nodded. Then Alessio called out to me.
     "Il mio caro nipote, abbi cura di te." My dear nephew, take care of yourself. Since Alessio didn't know English, he spoke in Italian.
     "I will uncle." I will uncle.
     "No talking!" The man who I presume must be an escort shouted. What is this, a classroom?
     I shuddered at the thought of school. School was probably only a tad better than home. It had bullies, minions to the bullies, and, worst of all, homework.
     The escort led me up the stairs to the facility, his buddy from earlier taking off, probably to go park the car. I tripped on the top step, and stumbled, but managed to catch myself, avoiding a face-plant.
"Always clumsy, weren't you, Nico." Bianca scolds playfully.
      "You're one to talk, Bia." I say back, jokingly.
      The escort abruptly turns around.
      "Do not disobey the rules, or else there will be punishment." He growls.
      "Sorry." I mutter. Then I cough under my breath. "Not sorry."
      The man looks suspicious, but doesn't call me out, fortunately.
     The escort brings a meaty hand up to his neck as we each the Intitute doors. He reaches around his neck, and pulls of his head, a lanyard with a card on it. He brought the card up to a panel resting on the wall, besides the door, and pressed the face of it up against the device.
     The door then clicked and a opened slightly. The escort then grabbed the handle, and pulled it open the rest of the way. He pushed me inside and closed the door behind him.
     There was another set of locked doors from here, and the man took out a different card than before, and pushed it against another panel. These doors also clicked, and opened. Then there was a small set of stairs leading up.
      Once I reached the top, I noticed the escort had a folder in his large hands. I dismissed it as maybe rules, or some instructions for me to have.
     We reached a desk that were a lady sat, protected by a set of thick glass, so we could see her. She had thick, honey-blond hair, with stormy gray eyes. She was pretty, but I don't swing that way.
     That was another reason my father beat me. Because of my sexuality. Claiming it was wrong and disgusting. Not natural. It was pretty bad. It only got worse.
     I shook myself out of my downing thoughts and focused on what the lady was saying.
      "-and get him situated in his room, and alert his guard that he is here." 'Annabeth', or at least that's what her name tag read, finished saying to the escort.
Guard? Why would I need a guard? I'm not crazy, am I? I was beginning to question whether I had gone mad, and that's why they sent me here, or not, and it was them who were crazy.
     But they do say, that you have to be INsane to OUTsane the sane, don't they? Annabeth's gray eyes looked like she was formulating a plan to take me down in a fight. That kind of scared me.
     "Welcome to Half-Blood Mental Institution and Asylum." She said, then turned back to her computer screen.
     The escort shoved from behind and told me to get moving. We walked a ways down a hall, then stopped in front of yet another set of doors. The escort once again used a different card to unlock the doors, and he shoved me inside the new room.
     What I saw was kind of scary. The walls were obviously concrete painted completely white. There was no furniture. Just three different hallways. One lead off to the right, the other, left, and one kept on going straight forward.
     "Follow me." The escort grumbled in a low voice. I sighed, but did as I was told. Bianca followed close by.
     I looked around as we entered the left hall. It was pretty dark, and almost all light seemed to be natural. I kept on walking, not really looking where I was going, and ended up tripping over myself. Or, at least, I thought it was myself.
     I looked behind me from my spot on the ground. There a rotting corpse lay. I stared at it for a moment, stunned in place. The body didn't have a head. At the neck, the cut, that had obviously severed the head from the rest of the body, was smooth, and was a single line.
     The head must've been cut of with Guillotine, but those devices were from the medieval period, so could this corpse be from the time? It was quite a gruesome scene to look at, because of all the maggots squirming around inside its neck.
     "Get up!" The escort yelled angrily. No one had any patience today. I followed to where his eyes were directed, and he seemed not notice the dead body I had tripped over.
     "Don't you see this?" I said, pointing to the corpse.
      "What I see is you stalling, now get up!" He growled. I carefully got up, eager to avoid the corpse. When I was on my feet, I brushed myself off, and looked up to see the escort giving me a disapproving look. Doesn't everyone?
     He turns around and begins walking again. I was about to follow, when I turned around to look at the body once more. It lay face down (no pun intended), arms raised around its head, legs sprawled back. I wonder how long it had been there, but I guess no one would be able to help me with that, seeing as they couldn't see it.
     I took one step forward, and then felt something strong, but cold, grip my other ankle. I look down, startled, and see one of the corpse' hands wrapped around leg. I yelp, and yanked my leg out of its grip, and run back towards the escort. Who knows what else could be in this place.
     We wandered farther down the never ending hall, turning a couple times at different intersections. Bianca followed closely, but I don't know where mama went.
     All along the hallway walls, there were doors. I could hear incoherent mutterings, or slurred sentences behind them. Whispers filling the corridors.
     Finally we stopped at one door. It looked the same as all the others. Nothing was different about it, nothing separated it for the others, but, unlike other doors, I couldn't hear voices behind it.
     The escort took out a key from around his wrist, and unlocked the door. It opened, and again, all I could see were the white walls and a cot that was small, even for me. I took a step back, not wanting to go inside and see anymore of the room, but I guess the world had other plans.
     The escort shoved me in, threw a hospital gown at me, and slammed the door shut.
     "Rule number one." The escort said through the door. "Listen to your guard. He will be here soon. Rule number two. No aggravating other patients. Rule number three. No injuring or harassing your guard or other patients. Rule number-"
      "I'm not dangerous." I interrupt.
      "Rule number four." The escort said harshly. "No interrupting people while they speak. Rule number five. One bathroom break per day. Rule number six. If you try anything, you will be punished. Now, behave."
     The escort stalked away, leaving me alone in this cell. I guess It's my cell now.
     "Bia?" I ask my sister who stood next to me.
"Yes fratellino?"
     "Are you really here, or am I really just crazy?"
"Nico, I'm not leaving you. You are my baby brother that I have missed so much. I love you Nico, ma caro fratellino."
     I noticed how she avoided the question, but I was too overwhelmed with all that had happened to care.
     "Can you turn around?" I ask Bianca. "So I can change?"
"Yes." She put her back to me, and I changed into the hospital gown I was given. Or more thrown at me. It was like everything else here.
      "You can look now." I say to Bia aa I lay down on the old, cheap, and creaky cot, that sounded like it would brake any second now.
     Bianca turned back around and have me a small smile.
"I'm going to find mama, I'll be back in the morning."
     "Alright. Bye Bianca."
"Sweet dreams, il mio piccolo soldato."
     I watched Bianca float through the wall, then closed my eyes, and went to sleep.

Persephone's POV

     I really need Nico here. Hades has been taking his anger out on me, and now I have a bruise on my jaw where he punched me. I can't believe he would take his anger out on me.
     We got a big hospital bill, and a bigger one from some institute and we're suppose to pay it off and we are struggling to find enough money. Hades is now flipping out and he hurt me. I need Nico here soon.
     He usually is the one getting hurt, but now that he's gone to that institute I'm the only one left. I really hope that my husband will come to his senses, and realize that I'm his wife! Who hits their wife?! Well, I guess I could tell someone, but no.
     They might figure out that Nico has been getting hurt this entire time, and that would send Hades away for quite a few years and I might be prosecuted for not telling anyone. I'll just deal with it. He obviously loves me more than Nico, right? I mean, I'm his wife, and I'm me.
     Persephone Di Angelo. Hades for sure loves me more than his faggot of a son.

AN: Hey guys! Sorry the ending is kinda rushed. I started school on Monday, and so it's been tough. I'm sorry for not posting sooner! I would've but this week and last week were REALLY busy. But enough about me, how've you guys been?! Comment on how your week was and questions for me to answer in my next AN!

     So I'm going to make a couple of little side ships. There's might be Caleo, I'm gonna do Person (Jercy), sorry to all you Percabeth only shippers! And then I will probably do Pipabeth! Comment if you would like to see a different ship or a new one, and I will consider! Until next time! 😉

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