It was just a little cut.

No one would notice.

I could find ways to hide it.

But how long until someone found out?

Sitting at the edge of my bed I began to think, why was I doing this anyway?

Ah, I remember. Its because no one honestly cared, its because people kept leaving me behind, its because...I cant be honest with myself. I could feel my vision getting blurry from the tears starting to form. Why. Why couldn't I stop doing it even after it hurts so damn much? Mabey...its because its nothing compared to what im really feeling. God im such a pussy, i cant even stop trembling. I throw my pocket knife at the wall in frustration and bury my face in my hands. I wince, god the freaking burns. I watch the blood slowly creep out of my arm down to the tips of my fingers and smirk. I only started this week and there are already so many scars...It gonna be hard to not show the pain when I go to school in the morning. I really don't want anyone I know to find out...I don't want help...I don't need help...I don't want to look so weak in front of the people Ive been trying to protect.

Im supposed to be a hero...not some sort of weak, narcisisstic dick. Oh England...Im sorry. Looks like I lied to you again. I really hate myself for lying to you too. But i cant let you find out...not this...anything but this...I would do anything to make you happy but if I told you what was going on..I wouldn't be able to see that beautiful smile. I dont care if im an outcast if i hang out with you, just to see you is enough for me. Dont leave me behind too...not after all you and I have been through. With that last thought I get up to wash the blood from my scared up wrists, I dont care about the pain anymore. As long as I have that bit of weight off my shoulders...Ill be fine.

I open the door careful not to wake Mattie or his freaky bear, Kumagichi or whatever. I turn of the lights only to be blinded by them, damn; why does everything have to be so freaking bright? My eyes adjust enough to see myself in the large mirror taking up most of the wall, ugh..I look terrible, red puffy eyes, messed up hair, and to top it all off my bloody wrists. I sigh as I turn on the water and cringe at the pain. I clean my wounds careful not to leave evidence of what had just occoured, searching through the hidden cabinet behind the mirror to find the gauze that would hopefully stop the bleeding . I might have gone a little over board this time..theres alot more scars than the last time that I did this, and that was just yesterday. Turning off the light I trudge back to bed with the thoughts off another shitty day of school awaiting me, with people ready to mock me and go on about how annoying i can be. Yep. My own personal hell awaits.

Hi~! Kisa here to tell you that this story is actually true. The characters are based off of me and a girl very, very close to my heart who has always been there for me. Yes, if you still didnt realize by now, I am America in the story and my friend is Iggy. Dear readers, I hope that you find that you can relate to my situation and enjoy the story(if you can) sorry its so short by the way, it looked longer on the program I used. DISCLAIMER I DO NOT OWN ANY HETALIA CHARACTERS THEY BELONG TO THIER RIGHTFUL OWNER.