"Sorry, Annabeth, I don't have an extra pen today," Nico said, sitting down a few minutes before the professor came in. They always arrived early.

Annabeth scoffed, "Really? You could've told me you weren't gonna bring one."

Nico furrowed his eyebrows, "It's not like we had an agreement. I just lend you it when you don't have one, I just don't have an extra today."

Annabeth rolled her eyes, "Gods, you never consider anyone but yourself."

Nico swallowed. He looked away and clenched his jaw. That made him angry. He always put others before himself. But... was he really selfish? Everyone seems to tell him... Maybe it's for a reason.

That night, he exhaled, sitting on his bed at home. His roommate was gone, so he was left alone to his thoughts.

Everyone seems to get mad at him.

He never seems to do anything right.

What even is he here for? Convenience? He can't even accomplish that job right.

He felt tears threaten to spill, so he wiped his cheeks to make sure none already had. His eyes began bouncing from the floor, to the wall, to the bathroom door right across from him. He hesitated for a few minutes, but eventually decided to stand up and walk over.

With a deep breath, he picked out his razor for the fifth night in a row.

His breath was shaky. He avoided his reflection in the mirror, standing in front of the counter with the door open. Trying not to think about it, he slid his razor deep into his left forearm.

Seven hours later, Nico's roommate, Jason, came back home from visiting his sister, Reyna. He wasn't sure if Nico was home, but figured he was either asleep or out since he didn't hear anything. He walked into his bedroom, slinging his bag off his shoulder and onto his bed. He decided he needed a shower, walking to the joint bathroom.

When he opened the door, he gasped, finding a dead Nico di Angelo laying in a pool of blood on the off-white tile floor.