Well. I feel like total shit now... I have nothing against Canada, I swear! I just started writing and this was the result! :'(
Of course my first Hetalia fanfic is suicidally-themed...
I'm not depressed anymore, honest!
It was a release, not a death wish.
I would take the blade and slice open my own skin, watch the blood drip down. I
could have sworn the rusty-colored substance stained my skin.
None of the other nations ever remembered me.
When I saw the scars, I imagined the blood.
When I imagined the blood, I felt the fear.
There were too many questions I had. What if I cut too deep? What if I bled too
much? What if I... died?
It was a release, not a death wish.
I look at the sink in that bathroom. It is partially filled with water. The
clear water transforms into a thicker, darker liquid.
There is blood in the sink.
It was a release, not a death wish.
A slow cut, a single swipe of silver.
Another. Deeper, harder.
Again. Release.
I feel my heartbeat slowing steadily.
As everything fades to black, I have only one thought.
It was... a death wish.
And now nobody will have a reason to forget me anymore. No one ever remembered
Canada to begin with.
...Yeah... I was just depressed after reading this really dark fic that totally bummed me out...
Please don't hate me.
-Bug of Fire, the PyroScorpion