Music often helped to drown out sorrow. Arthur had run the radio dry this week, battery after battery. It didn't help. Neither did the countless books and mugs half full of cold tea that were strewn around the room. A suitcase lay half packed on the bed. Next to it, various files and documents; certificates of graduation, letters of absence and a few brightly coloured envelopes that had yet to be opened. Dim evening light shone into the room from the crack in THR curtains, reflecting of Tue Brit's reading glasses. He had been reading the same page for around ten minutes, his mind to busy with the swarm of thoughts to care. A cheer from downstairs could be heard, as well as laughter and music.
That was it.
Arthur threw the book down into the floor, watching it skid over into the corner and knock over into an old mug, cracking it in two. He grabbed the few documents on the bed, throwing them into the suitcase carelessly. As he picked up the envelopes, the Brit hesitated before ripping them in half and letting the pieces fall onto the floor like confetti. He made his way out of the room, downstairs and past the front room where the celebrations were taking place. He noticed his father and brothers stand, calling his name as Arthur made his way to the door.
Kirkland.
It was a name he no longer cared for. Nothing more than an insult, an name you'd use to summon a mongrel. He didn't look back, despite the calls and insults his brothers yelled. Coward, outcast, runt. When had they called him any different? When had he not woken up each day to an insult and attack? It was demeaning, wrong. Arthur just needed to get away from the liars and scum he had the unfortunate pleasure of being attracted to. Too long he had been ignored, beaten down and left behind. He turned his back on his previous home, turning on his shadow. The Brit didn't know what he was doing, where he was going. He barely knew who he was, but he didn't care. Only one thing kept echoing through his head as he left his life behind.
Happy Birthday.
/Hello again. Anyway, just a little bit into Arthur's past and why he left home. I did this to answer questions and now I realise I just made more...
Anyway, I don't own Arthur Kirkland in anyway. All credit to Himapapa. However, this writing is mine, as is the overall story plot.