authors note: Today my friend jokingly said: "haha you should totally write a fanfiction about Canada having these really morbid thoughts an putting them in a journal but then America accidentally reads them and freaks the f*** out." So naturally I wrote that. It was fun actually woo hoo thanks undisclosed friend!
Also can I just say that I'm kind of looking for reviews talking about which side they're on with the first entry! That question interested me when one of my friends first proposed it! :) Thanks!
warnings: Thoughts on murder, suicide, death...etc. Pretty morbid stuff. Don't read if you're easily freaked out by this kind of stuff!
length: Yo the first chapter will be the journal the second will be America (maybe others? idk) reading said journal.
"From my rotting body, flowers shall grow, and I am in them, and that is eternity." -Thomas Moore
entry #45
What is the fine line between suicide and murder?
Is it murder to kill the one you've indebted yourself so far into, or would that be suicide.
The world says murder. I beg to differ. For killing that one person would kill a part of me. The part that truly functions. My brain.
What? Did you expect me to say my heart, what do you think I am some sort of sentimental sap fest? Any ways, yes with that sort of trauma my brain would do horrible things to me, and eventually I will die whether it's by my own hand or not.
So am I a murderer or am I suicidal, your choice.
Oh well, just a collection of thoughts by me, the ever so morbid, Matthew Williams.
entry #46
I write here everyday of the thoughts that run through my head as I sit here, awaiting to rot. No one knows that I write about murder though.
As Alfred throws baseballs to purposefully hurt me, he doesn't know I come home and write about death.
When Russia sits on me he doesn't realize that he's sitting on a maniac who will then write about the fading lines of suicide and murder.
Nobody sees this book of torn pages and it's contents, they just see my smile and my shy composure.
If you didn't believe that appearances were deceiving before, I'm sure you do now. Whoever you are. I'm sure somehow in the future someone will read this, I'm kind of looking forward to that.
Sorry.
Matthew Williams.