So this is my first fanfic. Ever. I am more so writing this story as a vent about a friend very dear to me who cuts for similar reasons to Lovino. Please feel free to review, but try to be polite, I am a bit rusty at writing as I haven't written in years. This story is inspired by my friend of course, and I hope life gets better for you deary, I love you so much. It is also inspired by the song 'Bullet' By Hollywood Undead. Here is a better summary:
"Lovino Romano Vargas was a freshman at Garvin highschool. He lived with his grandfather, Roma Vargas or as he and his brother called him, Nonno, and his brother Feliciano Veneziano Vargas. His parents had upped and left when he and Feliciano were only five, leaving them with there grandfather. Lovino had grown up always second best to Feliciano. Everyone loved his brother more, bot that Lovino ever held a grudge towards him for it, in fact Lovino doted on his younger twin more than anyone else. But, Lovino instead blamed himself. Blamed himself for not being good enough. For not being strong enough. Not kind enough. And so, young Lovino Romano Vargas began secretly cutting and plotting his own demise at the very young age of twelve."
My legs are dangling off the edge
The bottom of the bottle is my only friend
I think I'll slit my wrists again and I'm
Gone, gone, gone, gone
"Fuck!" Lovino cursed softly as he heard a knock on the oak door. "Ve~ Fratello, are you done in the bathroom yet? You're taking awhile!" Feliciano's voice drifted into the washroom. "I'm fine Feli, just give me a few more minutes, I lost my toothbrush." Lovino lied, wrapping white gauze around his forearm tightly and pinning it in place with a clip. He heard his brother's retreating foot steps and breathed a sigh of relief. He had gone a tiny bit overboard with the cutting again. But it was the first day of a new school, he was nervous dammit!
Lovino exited the bathroom after he had washed the blood off his hands and thrown a navy blue hoodie and his loose black t-shirt. The last thing he had done was wash the small razor blade he used to injure himself and put it away in a small black box, slipping it into his pocket so he would have it for today. "Loviiiiii~" Lovino groaned as his brother flew past him and into the washroom. Obviously He had been in there cutting longer than he thought. He trudged down the stairs an grabbed a granola bar for breakfast and headed out to the bus stop followed by a flustered and chatty Feliciano.
When he got to school the first class was already about to start, and he didn't have first block with Feliciano, much to his displeasure. He parted ways and headed to his first block, gym. He already knew it was going to be hell, he would have to wear a hoodie or sweat jacket to cover his arms, not to mention get changed in a small bathroom stall to hide his arms. So he did exactly that. As he walked out to the gym hallway he looked around at the other kids in his class. There was a Japanese boy who seemed nice enough, but he was sticking near a Chinese boy who had a tall, scary, man with an almost visible dark aura hanging over him. All three were staring at him, not that he was surprised. It was the middle of the school year and he had suddenly shown up, that and they were all in t-shirts and shorts, and he was in sweat pants and a sweat jacket.
After waiting some time a teacher let them into the gym. Lovino immediately went off to the side, ignoring the stares he was getting, and watched the teacher, who was apparently called Mr. Beilschmidt, explain they would be playing shirts VS skins basket ball. Lovino groaned and lined up with the others, terrified of being picked for the skins team. Mr. Beilschmidt began numbering them off when a very flustered senior burst through the door. "Sorry I am late Mr. Beilschmidt!" he apologized, taking up a spot by the teacher, grinning. The teacher nodded in acknowledgement and numbered Lovino to the skins side. "Oi! I am not playing on skins!" he protest, crossing his arms and staring down the teacher, not noticing the student aid staring at him curiously. The teacher blinked at him "Und vhy not?" he asked in heavily accent German, looking rather annoyed. Lovino didn't back down, much to the other students shock. "Because, I don't want to!" he growled back, suddenly shivering as he became aware of the staring. The teacher rolled his eyes "Fine, fine. Shirts it is." he grumbled, waving the boy off, not in the mood to deal with troubled students today.
Lovino sat on the sidelines, waiting to be subbed in. Suddenly he was aware of someone sitting beside him and he turned to face the person, finding himself looking into the eager, sparkling green eyes of the student aid. "Er, can I help you?" Lovino asked in a rather irritated sounding voice. The senior blinked and then grinned. "Hola~ I just wanted to introduce myself! I'm Antonio, the student aid for this class!" he sang rather happily in a way that made Lovino visibly flinch. He hate how some people could be so damn happy all the time. "Er, I'm Lovino Vargas. I just moved here." He responded, before watching the game. He actually wasn't interested in the game, it was just the Spainish boy was making him feel uncomfortable. "So." he heard the Spainard awkwardly try to rekindle the conversation "Any reason your wearing sweatpants and a jacket when it's hot out?" Lovino bristled and turned on the student aid. "That's none of your god damn business tomato bastard!" he growled angrily, Rather baffled as the Spainard watched him with that damn grin on his face. Lovino felt his face flush red and Antonio grabbed him in a hug, causing Lovino to gasp as the wounds on his arms were reopened. "Uwah~ Lovi you're so cute! Your face looks like a tomato!" Lovino struggled free of the hug and backed up "What the hell!" Lovino growled as he backed up "Who told you that you could call me Lovi tomato bastard?" Lovino snarled and flipped Antonio the bird, stomping onto the court as he was subbed in. He realized after a short amount of play time that Antonio was still watching him with that stupid grin. Damn. This school year was going to be hell.
It was short, I know. It's only the first chapter, there will be more. Please (politely) point out any mistakes I may make to help me improve in the future!