I don't own April Raintree or Hetalia this is my first fanfic so tell me what you think and if I need to l work on anything this was originaly a school project after we read April Raintree we wrote a first person story from Aprils view as if she never went into foster care and this is my story with the characters changed to FACE family and other Hetalia cast
A few years later: Age 16
"Again, Matthew we just got a call from your school, you were fighting again," my 'Dad' yelled at me.
"That wasn't me I swear," I pleaded.
'Smack' my head was whipped to the side my ears rung from the smack then my hand flew towards my face holding the stinging cheek that was smacked.
"Don't talk back child," he growled at me before walking out the door towards the car waiting for 'papa'.
I turned towards my 'papa', with a pleading look in my eyes; all I got from him was a look of disgust.
"Alfred, me and your father are leaving now, the food money-," he turned to look at me, "well you know where it is, be good." He turned and walked out of the house without so much as another look at me.
I walked away to my room passing by my brother who I refused to look at. Alfred seemed to be trying to say some to me but I slammed my bedroom door in his face.
"Oh you poor child that must have hurt," giggled the voice who I started to call Matthieu, "oh you're still not talking to me humph," Matthieu pouted.
I sighed over the years I got used to Matthieu's voice being in my head. I got up and locked my door after that I closed the window blinds. After that was all done I walked over to my closet opening it, I began to push things aside until I got to the very back, where if you looked very closely you might be able to see a little sliding door. I opened the door and pulled out a box again looking around to make sure the door and window blinds were shut I slowly began to open the box.
"Hurry up Matthew, you know you need to do this come on you know you need this," Matthieu spoke in a sickeningly sweet voice that dripped with poison.
"Yeah I know I'm getting to it," I whispered to Matthieu as I pulled out a small pocket knife that I stole from my 'dad' four years ago.
He still hasn't noticed that it's gone; though I suppose I should be thankful that he hasn't, I shook my head, focus Matthew focus.
I placed the knife down and rolled up my shirt sleeves, both my arms were covered in white gauze. I raised one hand and began to unwrap the gauze on my right arm then I did the same on my left arm.
When I finished getting all the gauze off I stopped and looked down at my arms. All along my arms you could see the criss cross of scars over scars; there were more all over my body the marks of my imperfection. They would be with me forever reminding me that I am a mistake that I never should have been allowed to live. I cut to try to repent for my sins but it never seemed to work no matter how many times I tried.
"Why don't you take a picture of them it'll last longer," Matthieu giggled at his joke.
"Give me a minute," I muttered under my breath to him.
I got up and made sure everything was locked before sitting down on my hard wood floor and lifting the knife .I stuck out my left arm and lowered the blade before slashing it across my arm.
I watched as the blood oozed out of the cut.
"What a pretty color," I giggled.
I brought the knife down four more times on my left arm and slashed my right arm five tomes also before I started to get light headed.
"I guess that's enough for today," I swayed side to side slowly wrapping fresh gauze around my arms.
"Oh come on a few more come on it'll be fine," pleaded Matthieu.
That does sound nice, I thought slowing down wrapping my arms.
"No," I spoke out loud, "in a few days ok Matthieu but this is enough for now almost a little too much."
"Humph fine, fine whatever, but you promise to do it again," Matthieu asked like a child asking a parent to promise to take them to the store.
I giggled quietly with a slight smile on my face I haven't truly smiled in four years since this all began, "yes, yes I promise Matthieu don't worry."
The slight smile slipped from my face as I thought, I'll never stop doing this it's the only thing that allows me to feel alive.