He was lay there on the bed just letting the tears stream down his face. Feli just left from were he had been knocking on the door asking if the boy was okay. He just didn't understand ,no one did and no one ever would understand that he just wanted to be left alone. Yet there was nothing he could do about it. The reason he was crying was he just got out of a fight with his nonno. It was the normal fight he had most every time he got home from school. Every time it was the same. So now he had even more bruises than usual.
He sighed and forced himself to get up and go to the bathroom to get the bandages. Once he got there he stood and to look in to the mirror. He had a split lip and a bloody nose. What looked like might be a black eye and several cuts all over his face. He let out another sigh and started to treat his wounds. He was running low on bandages and would need to get more soon. After he finished he went back to his room.
His room was normal sized and was painted a nice red-purple almost maroon. It had two windows on the wall opposite his door ,but the black curtains made sure no light was let in. To the right wall was a dresser with a mirror with stuff hanging out of the drawers and a door the led to the closet. To the left was his bed that had dark green sheets and a book shelf full of books. He went over to his bed and sat on it ,then took his pillow to his chest. With that he closed his eyes and fell a sleep with tears still streaming down his face.
When he woke up it was dark out side and raining. "Just my luck its a thunder storm." he thought. This is Lovino Vargas if you have not guessed yet and he is afraid of thunder storms. He is also 16 and a sophomore at Hetalia Academy. He may or may not have depression. It was around 1:30 so both Feli and nonno should be asleep. That meant he could start.
He went to the bathroom and opened the cabinet above the sink. He garbed one of the razors and went back to his room. He was crying again from the thunder storm. He has always been afraid of thunder storms. When he got back to his room he smashed the razor. Little pieces went flying every were. He took the blades out of the pile of plastic and cleaned the bits up and threw them in the waste bin in the corner of his room and went to sit on his bed.
He took the blade and pressed it against the side of his thumb just enough to make a mark on the skin ,but drew no blood. Truth be told he was scared ,as this was the first time he cut. He had thought about it before ,but never had the courage to do it. As time went on and his depression got worse the more he wanted to do it. He wanted to have scars , he wanted to feel the wight of all his problems to be gone if only for a few minutes. He wanted to feel pain or a the different emotion other then depressed to confirm that he was indeed still alive. These days he was not so sure because every day just seemed to go by in a blur. He pressed the blade a little lower. Right below the last mark. This time he pressed the blade and slid it across the skin. Its went red and started to bleed ,but still not flow. That was okay though it was enough.
He wrapped the blades up and put a band-aid on his thumb. He hid the wrapped blades in the back of the top drawer of his dresser were they would not be found. He went to lay on on his bed and went back to sleep. Little did he know what was to come the next day and who he would meet.
AN: so this is my first fanfiction ever and I just thought it might be an interesting set up for a story. I know there are a lot of stories similar but I have a different idea for were this goes. Please tell me what you think and what I can do to make this story better. And who you think he will meet tomorrow?