The Last Page of My Diary
Stupid
Obnoxious
A waste of space
Useless
Annoying
Such simple—hurtful… they hurt so much…—words aren't they?
"Haha, dude, did you fall off your bike again? You're so clumsy!" is what they said about my scars.
"Yeah, I should get my chain fixed," is what I replied with.
"No. They're not from my bike. They're from me. Can you hold me? Can you tell me everything will be okay? Will you brush my invisible tears away? Please… I'm begging you…" is what I wanted to reply with.
"I'm the hero! I'll save everyone!" is what he said.
"Save me… I'm dying… I'm drowning… I'm suffocating... Can you spare a single embrace for me?" I whispered back.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you!"
Of course not.
"Emo people are so stupid. Thinking they can get all this attention just because they cut themselves. Seriously next time they cut they should just kill themselves and get it over with," was what they said.
Yeah, except I'm too weak to kill myself. These scars just keep multiplying. Multiplying. And now I'm always wearing these red-striped sleeves. They hurt so much… But not nearly as much as the world around me. I'm so weak.
Just another flaw among many that hide under my skin. I itch at them. I itch and itch and scratch them but they don't bleed away. Oh how I long to see the crimson paint cascading down my elbows.
All your other foreign friends you happen to be on great terms with… But what's wrong with England? Japan bombed Pearl Harbor. Remember Russia and the Cold War? Canada had a hand in the War of 1812. What about the Alamo? Have you nothing against Mexico? And the Holocaust. Even Germany you're fine with. Only England? What's wrong with where I'm from? How is England any different? Why is England any different?
"Seriously I hate the UK. I can't imagine life if we never got our independence. Stupid redcoats," is what they said.
"Seriously I hate you. I can only imagine life if you were never born. Kill yourself," is what I heard.
"Diaries are so girly. Go grab your lipstick to match!" is what they said.
Blank were their faces when they discovered this page bearing drops of scarlet from my unmoving wrists.
Thank you for reading! This was a simple, quick story by Arthur's (England's) perspective. I realized I've NEVER written a fanfiction on Arthur (though I'm obsessed with reading them.. ENGLAND I LUV YOU!) and just HADDDD to write one. Dis was fun to write~ Feel free to review~
