I pushed down the blade, sliding it across my arm. I winced lightly, as blood poured from the deep cut left there. I just now noticed the pain, despite my will not to, tears started to well in my eyes. Quickly, I grabbed a bunch of tissues, placing them over the few cuts I had made, the scissors lying on the floor, blood on its blade.
No one cared for me…right?
Everyone loved Feliciano better…right?
I don't want to die, but I don't want to live either.
I tensed as I heard a crash from downstairs; I quickly pulled down my sleeve making sure everything was well hidden. I ran downstairs nearly tripping, my hazel eyes widening as I saw Feliciano picking up shards of glass from the floor, shards from Grandpa Romulus' favorite vase.
"Ah! Fratello will you clean this up for me?"
""Tch! Why should I clean the mess you made?"
"Please Fratello…Luddy is waiting for me, and plus I don't want to be late for school."
Feliciano gave his best puppy dog eyes; I guess it was fine if Grandpa didn't wake up. I really did not want to be blamed for this.
"Fine." I murmured, frowning.
"Grazie Fratello!" Feliciano shouted as I watched him grab his schoolbag and run outside.
I sighed, reaching down starting to pick up the pieces of broken glass.
I had almost all pf the shards picked up when my eyes widened, a hand tangling its fingers in my hair and bashing my head against the wall. I was thrown to the ground, almost like a child throwing a broken toy. I gasped, coughing up blood as my stomach was kicked repeatedly, hard. A hand wrapped around my throat, shoving me on the wall, holding me in place, the hold on my neck tightening.
"Who broke my vase?" The voice was harsh, it sent a shiver up my spine and as if it had a mind of its own, my body began to tremble.
No matter how many times this happens…I'll never get used to this.
I managed to speak, "Feliciano." I knew he wouldn't believe me, and he would never hurt Feli anyway.
"Blaming this on my little Angel…Feli would not be this clumsy."
Another punch to my stomach and I fell to the ground.
"Clean it up."
I choked back tears, and finished cleaning the broken glass, grabbing my bag and running out the door.
I managed to get to school before the bell rang, quickly putting my stuff away, only grabbing what I needed. I headed to my first class, Math. I sat in my usual seat, close to the window. I didn't have any friends; it's not as if I needed any.
I was perfectly fine being alone, friends were a waste of time. I didn't pay attention at all during math class; I could never understand the shit anyway. I was much to focused on what had happened this morning, my stomach hurt like hell from being hit so many times, it didn't help that I had to run all the way here. I was soon pulled from my thoughts as the French Bastard leaned up against my desk.
"Bonjour Lovino, thinking of accepting my offer right?" he smiled at me.
"Far from it bastard."
"Aww Lovino why won't you go on a date with me?"
"Because you a perverted French bastard."
"I think someone is just playing hard to get, Oui?"
A loud smack echoed throughout the room, Francis held his cheek that was not red and throbbing from the impact. He made his way over to Gilbert's desk.
"Gilbert! Lovino rejected me again!"
"I have no idea why you insist on getting a date with him. He's a brat and so un-awesome."
"What can I say I have a thing for hot-headed Italians."
"Why don't you try his brother Feli? He's so cute, not as cute as my Mattie but…you get the point."
"I would but he is dating your brother and Ludwig would kill me if I went near him. So cruel. So therefore his brother is the next best thing."
"Francis…Why do you look so upset?" Antonio questioned as he joined the two.
"He's upset that Lovino rejected him again." Gilbert said bluntly.
Antonio would never tell Francis but he was actually glad Lovino had always rejected him.
"Well amigo maybe you should just give up. Why don't you try that British guy…Arthur I think his name was?"
"Oui, I'll try."
As the bell rang everyone rushed to get to class, just wanting to get the day over with already. I headed to my locker, gathering my things for the next class. I shut my locker about to head to Literature class.
"Lovi~!"
"What the fuck do you want tomato bastard?"
"Sit by me at lunch?"
"No." I spoke immediately, I did not want to be by any of those bastards during lunch.
My morning classes had actually gone by quickly for the most part, it was now lunch time. I was starving since I didn't get the chance to eat breakfast and didn't have time to grab food. I sat at a table by myself, in the corner of the lunchroom, lost in thought. I leaned forward slightly as someone through something at my head.
Bastards…
Feliciano was sitting at a table with that fucking potato bastard he calls his boyfriend, and this Japanese guy, I believe his name was Kiku.
And here I am, at an empty table in the corner of the lunchroom.
No one cares about me, It's always been Feli, Grandpa Romulus prefers Feli, Everyone at school prefers Feli.
When will I get the attention? Never. He's more attractive than me. He's smarted than me. He's more social than I am. Doesn't anyone realize I have feelings –and ears- too?
That can't be Feliciano's brother, He can't be related to that angel.
He's so rude, Not like Feli.
Feli is so much better.
I was pulled from my thoughts as when I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turned around.
"Hola Lovi! I noticed you didn't get lunch, why?"
"Don't have the money for it, Bastard."
"Well here, I'll let you have one of my tomatoes."
"Why are you so happy?" I mumbled, taking the tomato from him and biting into it, soon enough it was gone.
"Why shouldn't I be?" He smiled.
"Because there is nothing to be fucking happy about."
He stared at me.
"What?"
"Lovi, your so cute~"
"Bastard I'm not cute!"
Such words are saved for Fratello…
"Si, you are!"
"Bastard get away from me."
"Okay Lovi…."
I watched as he walked away.
"Stupid bastard…saying such things." I mumbled to myself.
The bell rang signaling the end of the day, I exited the school building, heading to the hell I called home.