Please... remember me

Nico's pov

The police were going to the family barn that Octavian owns. I lean back into the bed I was laying on, examining the bandages that covered my hands. I reached up, feeling the stitches that spread from my lips up to my cheek bone. Octavian tried to carve a fucking smile into my face.

I sigh, looking around my very boring hospital room. Well, it was boring until my family burst into the room. Hazel hugged me, causing me to wheeze but still wrap my arms around her. Mom and mama walked in, rushing over to my side.

"Oh Nico... I'm sorry..." Mom whispered to me, tears running down her caramel skin. I sighed before chuckling.

"No, I should be saying that I'm sorry. I scared you guys. I'm sorry mom." I say, a smile on my lips while tears made their way down my cheeks.

"Nico, don't." Hazel said, her voice was firm. "None of this is your fault. It's the fault of whoever did this to you."

My face fell. "They-they didn't tell you?" I choked out, surprised. Why did they not tell my family who did this to me?

Will's pov

I sit there, trying to figure out who the hell Nico was and why do I remember his or her name but not their face. All I seem to remember about Nico is black hair. It was soft and fluffy, but that's it. I remember nothing else about this 'Nico'. I don't even know if they're real!

Octavian walks in, holding pliers. I sit back in the seat, sighing. I wait for the pain, but it never comes. Soon, there is a loud noise and people wearing vests burst into the room, pointing guns at Octavian, yelling at him to drop the pliers and to get on the ground.

I was pulled out of the chair, crying out in pain as they tried to set me on my feet. "My. Legs. Are. Broken!" I shout at them.

They instantly pick me up and put me on a stretcher. I pass out, too tired to stay awake.

I catch a slight glimpse of black hair, blowing in the wind by a flood of crimson water. I  frantically gasp for air as I went under the waves. Wait a minute- this isn't water! It's blood. It must be Nico's! But, who the fuck is Nico?!? And why do I care so much for them?

Nico's pov

I hear that they were bringing Will in. I insist that I need to greet him, but they say I can't. I need to let him go into surgery and get rest first. I sigh, impatient to see Will. Mom, mama, and Hazel had all left because it was past visitors time. I lay back down, falling into a deep, uninterrupted sleep.

***Time skip bc I'm lazzzyyy***

It is now 10 in the morning, and they are still questioning Will! How long does this take? Definitely not 3 hours! Soon, Officer Janet and Mrs. Solace walk in, their faces grim.

"Nico... we have some... bad news for you..." Mrs. Solace said, tears brimming in her eyes.

"Is he- is he dead?" I whispered, barely being able to hear myself.

Mrs. Solace shakes her head no. I breath a silent breathe of relief. "He- he just has severe memory loss. Will- Will doesn't remember who you are." She whispered the last part so quietly, that it took all I could do to be able to hear her.

My world seemed to slow down. Will....

doesn't remember me?

Will's pov

I sigh, wondering why these officers keep asking me the same thing: "Do you want to see Nico?" I always say no. I don't even know who Nico is! Why would I want to see them? I lean back, wincing at the pain in my legs. I look down at them, wondering how I even ended up in that barn with Octavian.

Did he kidnap me? Lure me into his barn by saying that a family member was injured? Or did he lure me there saying that Nico was there? I may not remember who Nico is, but I do remember how much I care about them.

I look up as my mom walked in, her eyes brimming with tears and her head was tilted to the floor. 

"Hey mom, are you okay?" I ask, worried that my mom was hurting, whether it was emotionally or mentally. 

She sighed, not looking up at me. "Will, can you tell me everything that you can remember?"

"Y-yeah, I can." I stutter. Mom never avoids my questions. Something is definitely wrong. "I remember only a bit though."

"I know. Just, tell me what you can remember, not anything else." 

"I remember sitting in a chair that was bolted to the floor, and that Octavian kept coming in to hurt me, searching for answers. Then I remember... a nightmare that I had as I was coming here. I was standing and I caught a glimpse of black hair and as I went to look at the person, waves of blood crashed around me. The next thing I knew, I was here and I was being questions."

Mom nods before leaving the room. She didn't say goodbye. Did- did I do something wrong? My head throbs as more memories poured into my head.

An argument was happening behind me. All were boys, but it was three to one. The boy that was on his own was short and way too skinny for it to be healthy. He was also really pale and had black hair and brown eyes. The other boys were Octavian, Luke, and Ethan. Octavian was pissed at the black-haired boy because he sat in his seat.

They were calling the black-haired boy names and were punching him for no good reason. I stand up, despite being terrified of the three bullies, and walked over to them. 

"Hey!" I call out to the bullies. All four boys look at me. 

"Leave him alone!" I shout despite it coming out shaky.

Octavian snickers. "Fuck off ya little fag. No one wants ta hear ya dumb queer voice." 

Self-hatred flows through me. Am I- before I finish this thought, the raven haired boy gets up and everyone else laughs and taunts him. The boy then kneed Octavian in the face  and then punched him in the face. The boy then grabbed Octavian's shirt and brought their faces close to one another. The black-haired boy had a look of pure anger and hatred on his face while Octavian looked horrified.

"If I ever hear you say that word again, I'll make your life a living Hell. You can beat the shit out of me, but never, never say that word." he growled into his ear.

Octavian and his friends then left in a hurry. I look at the boy in front of me with pure wonder. No one has ever had the courage to stand up to Octavian!

"Thank you for standing up for me." he said, looking shy and uncomfortable, it was as if he didn't know what to say.

I blushed profusely. "N-no problem...."

We sat there in silence, just staring at each other. Awkward silence followed.

"I, uhhhhhh..... I'm Will Solace?" I say, wanting to talk to the mysterious new kid but not really knowing what to say.

He raised an eyebrow. "You made it sound like a question."

Iblushed even more, if that's possible. "I-I uhhhhh...."

He laughed. It sounded like music, like a choir of angels singing for only me to hear."I'm kidding. I'm Nico di Angelo. Nice to meet you. Don't try being my friend because I know you'll hate me. It always happens. Everyone will find out I'm gay, then they will hate me, then bully me. I will save you the time. Please go on hating me now."

I blankly stared at him. He stared back, looking unamused. I am filled with shock. Is this handsome boy actually available for me to date? Hell yeah!

"Wait, you're gay?"

He rolled his brown eyes. "That's what I just said." 

Suddenly, I smiled at him. He squinted his eyes, kinda like when someone tries to look at something from the direction that the sun is.

"Well, ummmm, I-I'm gay t-too so I will not hate you. Now can I attempt and be your friend?" I pleaded, cursing the stutter in my voice. I need to be confident!

He looked beyond stunned.

"Oh really. Hmmmmm...... I guess you can attempt to my friend. On one condition."

I nodded, urging him to go on.

"Don't expect me to hang out often. Deal?"

I grinned, eager to befriend this amazing person. "Deal."

I sit up, shocked. Was that- was that a memory of Nico? Is he real? Or was that a hopeful dream? I click the 'help' button, hoping to ask my mom about it. If it really happened, I would have told her about it. 

My mom comes rushing in, a look of worry on her face. "Will! Are you okay? Are you hurting anywhere? Can I get you something?" She asked, frantically looking me over.

I sigh. "Mom, I'm fine. I-I actually have a question..." I mutter under my breath.

She nods. "You can ask me anything."

"Did I tell you anything about a fight or an argument that happened in first period an the first day of school last year?"

She looks at me, her eyes appearing to go blank. "Y-yes, you did. Why?"

"I-I think I can remember it... I think I can remember Nico." I whisper, my voice going out on me as I pass out, slipping into a dream.

Hello dears! I know, I know. I don't update this book as often as I should, but next chapter is the best one! It's also the last one, so you don't have to cry anymore! Yay!