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I was always wrong. No matter how hard I tried I messed up one way or another. I cut, I and don't eat. I act like everything is fine. Because it is, right? I'm a hero so I can't show my weakness. Maybe I should end it, it would be better for everyone.

"All my heroes are dead and gone but down inside me they still liv-"

Al's phone snapped me out of my thoughts "Hello?" he said timidly.

"Alfred, where the bloody hell are you? You where supposed to meet me at my house an hour ago for lunch!" ask a concerned british man ask.

"Well, my big-browed friend, I'm a-"

"It's Arthur, you git."

"Ya, ay whatever you say. Anyways I not… hungry" 'ya what a lie that was' he thought to himself

"Truth, Alfred?" Arthur sighed.

"I would like to live and/or not be in the hospital"

There was a silence. It felt awkward but yet normal.

"Fine then, I'll see you tomorrow"

"Peace off, dude." I sighed as I hung up the phone.

When did it start raining… and where am i? Why do all the houses look the same!? I thought stopping in front of a house.

'This house look different and ugly and… it's my house… I knew that.'

Walking to the house I could smell pancakes.

"Hey Mattie!" I said hugging him. "Hey did you do you home wok?"

"Do it yourself Al. No matter how many times you ask me I will not let you copy my home work. Anyways how are you."

As much as he wanted to go and cry into his arms and tell everything that was happening he also didn't want to admit to defeat so Al answered "Good". What a lie that was. "Just a little tired, I'm going upstairs."

"Aren't you going to eat?! Al you barley eat and when you do, do you even keep it down?" Mattie asks with worried expression.

"Of course I do little bro! I just ate before I came home" Alfred said eyeing the knives.

"But since you are so worried I guess I'll have some" he said as he walked in the kitchen grabbing the pancake and sneaking the knife up his sleeve. I'll just eat in my room"

Alfred walked up stair passing the Mathew room on the left and his room on the right and went into the bath room to take the trash can, put his pancakes in a non see-through plastic bag and threw them anyway and went back to his room.

To be honest Alfred wanted to eat again and at time he could stop thinking about it, but he was at the point at where he tried to eat his stomach couldn't handle it, and involuntary threw up.

It suck not only because of that, but when others are eating and what him to join them to have a meal he couldn't just eat then go to the bathroom to throw it up after he was done. He just had to make an excuse.

Alfred went into his room and sat of his bed. He pulled up his sleeve on his "I'm The Hero" hoodie expossing his cuts. He brought the knife down to his write and drew blood.

'Every hero has a weakness right?' A tear fell from Alfred cheek thinking this.

'It can't just be me right? I'm not the only on feeling like this, right? Why am I so scared for no reason? I'm such a god damn idiot!'

Al got up and grabs the bandage.

'I think I went a little overboard this time…' al thought looking down at his wrist as he slow stared to wrap.

Bzz bzz bzz

AL checks his phone. Denied call.

Al went over to the scale in the bathroom to check his weight,

67.89LB

Bzz bzz bzz

"Want do you want Arty?"

"Arthur, thank you very much. And I was checking on you, you sounded sad early. I already know that you're going to lie so you might as well tell the truth." Arthur said worriedly into the phone.

"I'm awesome never better"

"There's nothing awesome about you or you're lying."

"Um I gotta go bye" al thought the heard author say something but to quick to catch it.

'So damn nosey' Alfred thought looking down at the scale. 'Damn it'

Al got his pajamas and crawled into bed. Just like every night he cried himself to self.

Sorry if the end drags on or if it was boring or crap and sorry for it being short. Feel free to yell at me if I have a typo or if I don't update within a week.