Cry For Help
Author note: For Hetilia lovers!
As Matthew looked down off the railing on a large cliff. Somewhere deep in his mind a loud voice shouts over and over again "Jump". He shakes his head trying to knock the thought out but it only grows. He starts to shake all over, not understanding what is happing to him lately. He wonders why the thought came into his mind. He hasn't felt right in months, his anger triggers to everything, his friends all leave him. except for his brother Alfred that is, but he feels Al even what to leave him, why wouldn't he? Everyone else has? His headaches got worse and more frequent. Matthew thinks about how he hasn't played hockey since he started feeling like this, like its a waste of energy and time. He isolates himself in his room, away from others. feeling everyone would be happier if he were last friend said that he may need help, like profficianal help, and he just got real angry and left the conversation, even though he knows that somethings wrong with himself.
He knows hes sick, but not like a fever kind of sick. But he never feels healthy like he used to. He again looked over the large cliff railing. long strands of grass a waited at the bottom blowing in the soft wind. Chirps of birds and scurring of mice.
He started skipping class, but normally all he does is sit in the bathroom and cry, but he doesn't understand or know He looks over the large cliff once more, then makes his way back down the slope.
Later on while sitting in his room drawing pointless pictures, his older brother Alfred walks in and says "Hey ! Waz-up lil' bro?" "GET OUT AL!" Matt shouts at him and throws a stuffed bear at him. "Whats your deal?" Al asks. "NOTHING!, why do people keep asking me that!' Matt snapped. "Honestly? we ask that cuz we know somethings wrong, your so moody." Al answered. "Well why do you care if somethings wrong anyway? you never cared before?" Matt said sounding very irritated. "your my brother Matt, thats why I care, and since when have i not cared about you? your making no sense?" Al answered. "Just go" Matt said sternly. Al acted as if he couldn't hear him and took the chair next to him and turned it around backwards and sat down on it. Al asked him what he was drawing. " did you not hear me? LEAVE!' Matt snapped at his older brother. Again he pretended he didn't hear his got frustrated with his brother and pushed him off the unbalanced chair. Quickly Al got up and brushed himself off and said "I JUST WANTED WHAT WAZ WRONG!" "Well I don't need you watching me like a sick puppy Al! Matthew shouted at him. Just as Al was opening the door to leave he saw his brother waving at him to leave and he spotted something on his wrist he quickly grabbed his younger brothers wrist and saw 5 skinny scars in lines across his brothers wrist. Matthew pulled his arm away from Al's grip and yelled "GET OUT!" " Are you cutting yourself Mattie!" Al asked very sternly. "So what if i did!" Matthew snapped back. "Mattie somethings wrong, you need help." Al said calmly. " I'M NOT GETTING HELP!" Matthew answered sharply. "WHY NOT!" Al yelled. " Because it will just give the kids at school one more reason to tease me." Matthew said, almost in tears. Al reached down and hugged his little brother and replied, " It doesn't matter what they think, this is your health that i'm concerned about Mattie, so plez?" Alfred asked. " Okay Al." Matt whispered.
Can you guess what Matthew was suffering from?