AN
Okay this is going to be kinds confusing but here I go since I didn't explain this last time. Denmark says that he is the oldest between him, Greenland, and the F. Islands. BUT, in my mind, Greenland is the oldest from Ancient times and loves old ancient Scandinavia. Greenland is kinda treated badly by the other Nordics because she is American. In the Nordic house, she is the servant for the 6 others and is very nice. This story though, takes place at her house. So on with the story!
The window was shut. I made sure of it. No one could be here when I did this. I checked the doors to see if they were locked. My letter was written in Greenlandic. They wouldn't be able to figure it out unless they went to someone who knew Greenlandic, which was about everyone in Greenland. No one could be in a ten mile radius of me when I did this. Denmark wouldn't come home because he was too busy at the Nordics house. He left me home again. What a freaking surprise. He didn't even notice the cuts on my arms, which I was grateful for. Then I heard I noise on the porch. Who is that! No one is supposed to be here!
"Hey Qatik? You in there?" I was caught. Damn…
"Leave." My voice was dead and hard. I was going to have to kill myself fast. Before I could get the gun to my head, the door opened and let the cold air in. I got up to look through the window only to see my big brother and his little boy toy right behind him. There was only one wall that was between me and Denmark. There was only a wall between me dying, and me living. There was only one wall between me, and someone who loves me. I really wish that someone would tear down that wall. If I was stronger, maybe I could…
"Greenland? Sis? Are you there?" I heard his voice franticly and his loud pounding on the door. This was harder then I suspected.
"Danmark…" My voice was soft and wanting. "Kan du finde det i dit hjerte til at tilgive mig?"
"GREENLAND! Grønland! Please open up, I'm not going to hurt you. I just want you to get better…" his voice trailed off.
"I'm not broken! And even if I was I don't want to be fixed! I'm content the way I am!" I yelled, my temper rising.
"I never said that you were. I just want to fight you one more time before you do anything else! That would make things better!" He screamed. I wasn't about to say no to that. I opened up the door and before I knew it, he had his arms around me and held me in a death grip. He looked at my scarred arms and the new fresh wounds. "Norway. Can you help clean these cuts. They are pretty deep."
"Let me go you… you… stupid face!" I yelled. My comebacks have never been good. Any of the ancients could a test to that. I was quite back in the day and stayed on the side lines. Denmark was dragging me to the small office that I have and setting down in the soft chair that I used to read stories to him in. A small smile drifted on my lips and I knew Denmark had planned that to happen. He placed his hand on my face and wiped away a tear that had fallen. I didn't know that I was even crying. I heard a noise at the door and looked up see Norway.
"I do hope you didn't get an infection. That would almost awful in every way possible. Please be still while I fix your arm. This won't take long. Denmark, leave." Norway said the last sentence with so much hate, it was hard to believe they were dating. Denmark kissed my forehead and walked out silently. Norway sat next to me and began to work on my arm.
"Thank you Mr. Norway for doing this. I'll remember this when I'm dinner at the house next week." I said trying to hide the fact that I was scared to go back into the house that sent me over the edge. He sensed that I was scared and offered to help in the only way he could. He offered me the silence. I gladly took it and used every minute of that he gave to me. Only when he broke was I ready to speak. He was almost done when he spoke.
"I don't think you should come back for a while. Take a vacation and relax. You know that would be good for you." Norway said in a monotone voice. I looked up from the newly wrapped cuts and from my arms. I smiled and shook my head.
"I can't take a break from you guys. You guys would die from starvation or from Iceland's bad cooking." My smile was fake and easy to see through if you were Denmark. But he's nothing like Denmark so I won't have a pro-
"Then why did you try to kill yourself? You'd be taking a permanent vacation." My smile dropped and was replace with fear and almost anger. How did he see through me? I looked at him and his face told me tell all. "Well, go on explain." Looking back down, I took a deep breath and began talking.
"Please don't tell Denmark that I tried to kill myself. Let him think that I just cut myself. Let him be ignorant. I did it because… You guys stopped caring about me. Stopped listening and stopped being there for me. I heard that death was easier. So I tried it…" I trailed off, hoping he would drop it. I heard a new voice now.
"We care about you sissy. We love you. And we're asses to you. I'm sorry for that. Can you please find in your heart to forgive me? Us?" I looked up to see 2 people at the doorway of my office in my small Inuit house.
"Please?" Island pleaded.
"Islands? What are you…" She ran up to me and grabbed my hand and looked me dead in the eyes. She looked so much like Denmark , it hurt to look at her.
"I'm sorry. I love you Greenland and look what's become of you! I'm so sorry. Please forgive me! Please!" I looked at her and Denmark. Norway had gotten up and was now standing by Denmark. Denmark had his head hanging low and was crying. Island began to talk again but I hushed her. Sensing something was wrong, Denmark rushed over to me.
"What's wrong sis? Are you-" I put my finger on his lips and smiled.
"I forgive you." I got up and walked towards my small window. Denmark and Islands followed after me with Norway close behind. The sun was rising outside the window.
"Pretty sunrise, don't you think Greenland?" Norway asked. Smiling I answered.
"It is. I'm glad I could see it this morning. I'm going to live for this, I think." I said turning to Norway, almost ignoring my siblings.
"What do you mean?"
"As long the sun rises and lives, so will I." I grabbed Denmark and Islands.
"I promise."
AN
Wow. That was really bad and I wrote the majority of this listening to Kayne West and JAY-Z. Why isn't this crappy then! I don't know how it is. But the first chapter I was still kinda experimenting. So tell me, which Greenland do you like best? Review!
