"So dad," I ask, looking at my father from the passenger seat. "You want to know about Nico?" He asks keeping his eyes on the road. I look at him surprised. Nico... That name, sounds familiar, like I should know it. My head is still pounding. "Yeah..." I say looking out the window.

"When he was four," my father says. "He got in a car accident. His parents died and he was blinded and deaf. Also he is a mute. I feel sorry for the kid. Ten years being stuck inside his own head for so long. We have tired everything we know of, but nothing seems to work."

My friend Annabeth loves to talk. She talks all the time. The thought of her not talking... I love listening to stories if I couldn't listen anymore... And the thought of not being able to see... The world is God's most beautiful creations. Locked away in your own head for years... If that happened to me I would probably kill myself, if I could.

 The car pulls into the driveway and my dad and I get out. We go inside and I go up to my room, and to my bathroom. I take an Advil and a drink of water. I lay down on my bed and start to drift off to sleep.

Something white... Nothing in hell is white. The demon flies closer . An angel, fell all the way to hell. He looked so peaceful and beautiful and-

"William," my mother's voice calls me awake. "Dinner!"

I just realized something. The angel in my dream... Is Nico.