Yes, after sooooo long I decided to add a chapter to this since I put up a new story needs to be fair after all.
Disclaimer: I obviously don't own anything so don't say I do. I'll deny any claim of the like.
So enjoy this terrible chapter.
Feli's POV
Why?
Why did it always seem to happen to me?
Did I do something wrong?
Grandpa says I didn't but... if I didn't why do I feel like it's all my fault? I- I could have just- if I had just...
"Hey! Feli!" it was that boy again. He never leaves me alone and is always bothering me when I get to recess and wants to be my partner when we do group projects.
"W-what i-is i-it Heinrich?"
"Let's go play together!" he seemed to like to follow me around a lot.
"Uhh... okay?"
"Great! Let's go play house over by the trees then."
That was the first time I ever played with him.
~Earlier~
The day was bright and happy, a very good day for playing with your best friend. Feliciano and Heinrich were playing with a ball that the teachers had given them. They were having such a good time smiling and laughing together as they played soccer. It took all of one hard kick from Feliciano to make the ball go just above Heinrich's head and roll away and over the edge of what looked like a hill.
"I'll go get it!" Heinrich called to Feliciano before he could go after it.
"Be careful!" Feliciano called back, but it was too late Heinrich was already over the hill. Which was when Feliciano heard a yell from that area. He ran over but he managed not to fall over the steep drop off that happened right after the crest of the hill.
Feliciano looked about, trying to spot Heinrich anywhere, anywhere at all. He looked to both sides of him and behind him but Heinrich wasn't there. He slowly turned back to look down and saw several pieces of torn fabric scattered along a painful looking way down the cliff.
Feliciano did the only thing he could think of at that moment. He screamed. He screamed loud enough that the teachers on the other side of the playground heard him. Everyone came running to see what all the commotion was about.
The police were called and Feliciano was to go home with Grandpa. Not before hearing from one of the adults as he was passing by that they had "found the body". When Feliciano heard that it took his brother and his Grandpa to hold him down. His mind was a blur of swirling thoughts.
It's my fault I killed my friend. I killed him.
Killed
Killed
Killed...
Learning of his friend's death put him into shock and he promptly passed out soon after.
It was just after lunch when he finally woke up. At first it was like a terrible dream that his mind conjured because of a sickness but one look at his Grandpa and he broke down right where he was and started sobbing.
I... I am the worst human alive.
I'm worthless.
Slime.
Garbage.
I don't deserve to live.
He must despise me now.
Everyone must hate me now.
I am... I am...
"-iot! Hey!" someone was shaking him, really hard.
"L-lovino? Wha?" his mind just didn't want to think straight he had cried for so many hours now that everything was blocked out or muffled into garbled whispers.
"Stop crying you idiot. I just went to go get us some food and I ran into Grandpa. He said that Maria was really worried about you. And- well- so am I. So stop crying before you infect the house with your stupidness." Lovino wasn't trying to come off as mean Feliciano knew, but it made him sad that he was causing his family to suffer from his grief. He tried to smile but like the cut strings of a marionette his smile fell and his eyes went dull and lifeless again.
"I'm sorry Lovino. I'm sorry that I'm a worthless brother." Lovino tried to tell him he was wrong but Feliciano cut him off, "I'm sleepy. I'll see you in the morning, alright?"
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