Back in His Room

ATHENA’S POV

I woke up alone and covered in dried blood and dirt. Every muscle on my body ached and I felt like I had been run over by a truck, not to mention the headache that seemed to grow as the thought of me getting up from the position I was laying on.

I was going to kill myself, to end it all and I wondered what it would have felt like if I did.. Would Nero feel guilty for pushing me to die like he wanted?

Or would he celebrate?

I tried to turn my body to the other side because the side I was on was killing but the move alone shot waves of pain through my body.

I groaned in pain, noticing that the training ground was not only empty but dark as well.

When I managed to pull myself to sit, I was already breathing hard. It was that much work.

It was even worse when I had to stand on my feet. What should have taken me minutes, took me close to an hour of dragging myself to my room.

I pushed the door open, and dragged myself in. Once the door was shut I walked to my wardrobe,