Alfred's(America) POV
Drip, Drip, Drip. My blood from my new cuts splattered on the floor. Alfred counted his newly made cuts, 7 new ones. I carefully cleaned them, I couldn't risk infection. I needed to hurry up, lunch is almost over. As I started to clean the blood on the floor, the bathroom door opened. "Francis just bloody leave me alone, we're not together anymore! why don't you understand that." I heard footsteps leave the restroom, which means one of them is still here. As I stood up, I hit my arm with the fresh cut with the toilet paper holder. I let out a whimper out. "Oui you okay in there?" a familiar British voice called out. Fudge it had to be Arthur, my bully. I decided to stay in the stall until the bell rang. "I know you're in there ,Alfred, I noticed you weren't at lunch. Please come out of the bloody stall." RIIIIINNNNGGG! the bell went off. I stayed still until he heard the restroom door open and close. I let a sigh of relief and opened the stall and headed straight for the sink to wash my bloody hands. "I knew that would work. Why are you avoiding me?" he paused. I turned to face him and realized why he stop talking he saw me washing the blood off my hand. I tried to run out of the restroom but he stopped me. "Let me see your arms" the Brit said. i tried to pull my arm out of his grip but i was too weak for the blood loss. As if sensing i wasn't going to do it willing, Arthur pulled up my sleeve. All my scars, cuts, and bruises were exposed for him to see. "Why do you do this to your self, Love?" he asked quietly. My heart skipped a beat, I knew I couldn't tell him my life story not now. "Because I can I have no other reason to live and you make it even harder to stay alive but none of that matters now." I ran out of the restroom, out of school. I was tried out living, tried of being alone, I wanted to end now. I ran home, into my room, grabbed my box of razors and a bottle of vodka from my dad's endless supply. I'm done. I slowly ran the blade across my arm until there wasn't anymore skin to cut and drunk the whole bottle of vodka to the last dropped. I smiled and welcomed the darkness.
Arthur's(England) Pov
What have I done? I'm so stupid. A dark thought came to mind. What if he tried to...Oh NO I couldn't live if he killed himself. I had to find him. I ran to our class. I burst into the class. I immediately looked for him. " you are 20 minutes late what do you have to say for yourself"Alfred wasn't in class "Fuck!" I yelled and ran out of the class. Where can he be? His House! I ran out of school towards his house. As soon as I got there I knew something was wrong. His door was wide open I ran inside. I checked every room until I got to his room. H was unconscious and there was a lot of blood and there was a empty bottle of vodka. he had a ghost of smile on his face. I started sobbing. I called 911. i picked him up and held him in my arm. This is all my fault.