Angst
„Is it... him?"- „Yeah him..."
Quite whispers filled the halls as a certain boy separated the mess of people, only by walking through it. After him, the people connected again, just as if he had some kind of deadly virus in him. Everybody was saying nasty things about him, giggling and snickering.
But the worst of all, the boy heard it all.
The words echoed in his mind and he cried on the inside. There was nothing they didn't criticize. "Just look at his face, how dumb it looks!"
"Oh and look at his body, just like a little,sweet girl!", some other, bigger Football-players grunted. Everyone was having their fun, except for him of course.
Only one moment later, a big group of boys appeared in front of the blonde.
"Finally taking the critic and not looking at anyone anymore, duh? Well, at least you won't kill anybody with your stupidity and ugliness anymore!", the tallest of them raised their voice.
The whole hallway suddenly fell into deep silence.
His shivering hands formed into a fist.., the small Brit dared to look up to the American.
A cold Smile made its way onto the lips of the American.
"That's just too...cute, to handle, isn't it, mates?", he laughed ironically and tightly grabbed the small chin of the innocent.
"Say something, you useless brat!"
Taking a gulp, Arthur's eyes painfully held back some burning tears.
"I-I'm sorry", was all he could think about.
But his voice seemed to be vanished by the endless hallway.
Everyone started to laugh.
Their faces and hands got wide and dark, slowly grabbing the weak body, ready to tear it apart. Thick, black claws wrapped around the bleach skin, digging into it and setting the wine red blood free.
But Arthur screamed...
and begged..
but there was no end it sight.
Soon, the lifeless body lay on the ground, drowning in blood and it's own gore.
There was no motion anymore...
not in the muscles, neither in the heart.