I like to read/write suicide stories when I've had a stressful day for some reason... It's probably not that good but I felt like posting it anyway. I don't own any of the characters in this nor Hetalia. Happy (should I really say that? It is a suicide fic after all) reading.
This razor blade in my hand is really sharp… Oh look it made my finger bleed. Blood is bad. It keeps me living. I don't like living. I think I'll end it all. This loneliness, this state of being ignored, all of it. Go chill with all the other ghosts. Yeah I can totally fit in… Razor blade… You cut me deep bro. Haha. Think you got some major veins or something… So much blood. So lovely. I hated it when it was in me though... But on the floor is very nice. Lovely pain as well. Pain, beautiful, glorious pain that is my ticket to freedom.
Hehehehe. Freedom. My brother has always liked that word. No… That's what he's always loved. Oh my brother, he always made my life a living hell. Stealing the spotlight, ignoring me, stealing my money and my stuff, lending my bed out to his friends for months. That couch always hurt my back. Yeah. This shall be my revenge for all that. Sweet, merciful revenge. The death of me shall be his hell as it shall be my heaven. Although seeing my dead body he may not recognise me. But seeing a dead corpse in your perfect bedroom would be terrifying. Traumatizing even. And the blood… all the blood. Crimson beauty seeping into the carpet. All mine. For once, something mine. My life has been all about Alfred. Alfred, Alfred, Alfred. When can it be my turn Father? Father… Or should I call you Arthur instead as you have never been at all fatherly like to me. Always forgetting to make another plate of food for me. What kind of father forgets to feed their son every night? You. Not to worry. You won't have to once I'm gone. Not that you've ever done that in the first place. Papa, or Francis? You have done the exact same as Arthur. Go ahead, play Happy Family with your perfect little lives. Don't let me ruin the fun. I'm quite fine here, bleeding my life out, thank you very much.
Haha. I lived a whole sixteen years without knowing what it felt like to love someone and have that returned to you with more. How sad. No love for Matthew, poor invisible, ignored Matthew. Leaving this world without that one person to know just one thing. A small insignificant thing. Gilbert, I love you. You, your awesomeness, but most of all just YOU. But you will never know that. Hah. Even if I had told you, you would just brush it off and think it was Alfred being stupid. Thank you for that. I appreciate it.
The blood around me is really pretty you know… Red. Such a lovely red. My favourite colour. I bid you farewell red, pancakes, maple syrup and hockey. All my favourite things. Goodbye. Goodbye Kumajiro, I will never forget you. That mixing up with you name was just payback for you forgetting me. I hope you knew that. Alfred will feed you whilst I'm gone. He always does. And last of all, goodbye world. It's been nice knowing you. Hah. Ahahahahaha. BAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Sarcastic in my last moments... Wonderful. Here I am. Dying. With a smile on my face. Finally going back to where I belong… Goodbye… Goodbye…