Alfred curled up on his bed, he was shaking, no, trembling. They had said the things again.

Stupid

Fat

Idiot

Meaningless

Worthless

Useless

They told him these things at every meeting and he never got a break. Never. Even he had laughed with them, Arthur, his big brother. No, not his big brother anymore. All because he was an idiot! He whimpered again into his pillow, he couldn't stop the tears from pooling forth.

He had run out of the meeting that day, not that today was any different than any normal day. He just couldn't take the abuse anymore, he didn't joke about it like he usually would, she just began to cry and ran out, like the wuss he is.

Alfred slammed his bloody fist against the headboard behind him again, maybe to feel something else, maybe to muffle the sound of his heart wrenching sobbing. A single song came to mind. And he began to sing and sob quietly.

"When my big brother loved me, everything was beautiful

Every hour we played together, lives within my heart

And when I was sad, he was there to dry my tears

And when he was happy, so was I, when he loved me"

Alfred moaned, in grief, remembering those days. When he didn't have the weight of the world on his shoulders, when life was care free and innocent, when his brother loved him.

"Through the summer and the fall, we had each other, that was all

Just he and I together, a perfect family

And when I was lonely, he was there to comfort me

And I knew that he loved me"

Alfred had never doubted Arthur's love for him, never. Until the day he made a decision that made everything crumble.

"So the years went by, life began to change

And he began to drift away, I was left alone

Still I waited for the day, when he'd say

"I will always love you."

That day never came to Alfred, it never came after that day, when the tears fell like the rain that day. When he left the only person who had ever loved him, sobbing in a mud puddle, broken.

"Lonely and forgotten, never thought we'd meet again,

He called my name and yelled at me once again

Like he loved me, when he loved me"

He remembered the day when he saw Arthur after everything, and the man yelled at him to stop being a git. He would never forget the love that he felt.

"When my brother loved me,

everything was beautiful,

Now why can't we go back to that start

When he loved me"

The young hoarse voice faded as Alfred broke down again. He looked at the picture of him and Arthur on his bedside. He fell asleep knowing that in his dreams, there would be nothing but blue skies, fresh corn and wheat fields, a little boy with wheat colored hair and innocent sky blue eyes and Arthur.