Arthur Kirkland had never felt pain, not once in his life. Not when his mother died, not when his father became an alcoholic and beat him. Not even when his father went to prison and he got sent to an orphanage at the age of seven. Arthur never felt pain when he was a young boy.
He didn't feel pain either when he was aged ten. Not when it seemed everyone but him got re-homed. Not when the others at school bullied him... Not even when he got told to go die.
Arthur Kirkland was an empty shell, until a guy going by the name of Francis Bonnefoy entered his life at the age of fifteen.
They were rivals, and friends. Their relationship confused people, and so the subject was avoided. Did even Francis or Arthur know what they were to each other?
At the age of seventeen, the bullying seemed to have eased up, it must have been because he was with Francis. The two were at a party, when Arthur got drunk. He was a funny drunk, always trying to strip down. At the age of seventeen, Arthur was found out he was gay. Francis could no longer resist his urges and had sex with Arthur, without his consent of-course. When Arthur awoke with a hangover, a strange feeling in his arse, and a snoozing Frenchman next to him, again he didn't feel pain.
That was when the two began to date, for the first time in his life Arthur Kirkland felt love for someone. They dated for two years, enjoying their life together... Until Arthur got into an accident.
He was driving his car, when a drunk driver crashed into him. When Arthur Kirkland woke up, he was in no pain; but he was surrounded by darkness. Arthur was blind, but he felt no pain at having lost his eye-sight.
What Arthur Kirkland didn't know, was that Francis was only with him because he wanted sex. This was when he discovered that Francis was not only with him, but with others. That's when Francis Bonnefoy left his life.
This was when Arthur Kirkland first felt pain. He was alone and all those years of pain and heartbreak caught up to him. He cried for his mother, he cried for his beatings, he cried for his dad who he could no longer see anymore, he cried for never being re-homed, he cried for the bullying, he cried because people told him to die...Arthur Kirkland, was a broken man, at the age of nineteen he had finally felt pain and he could no longer see the damage it had inflicted upon himself.
At the age of twenty-one Arthur Kirkland was sent to a mental institution.