Ciao guys~!
I couldn't do much because my internet was failing. Terribly. I really couldn't get it to load up the page. So, sorry about that guys!
A/N: Sad. That spell, if you didn't realize it already, brings back all of the sad memories, sad experiences, painful memories, and painful experiences. I really am excited for this chapter, so without further ado~!
Ciao guys~!
Sorry, my internet is having problems, and I couldn't get fan fiction to open. I've been pretty good about updates so far, right? Okay, anyway!
A/N: The spell, if you didn't know already, is bring back sad any painful experiences and memories. Without further ado~!
(Italy P.O.V.)
I felt my mind travel back. It hurt. A lot. I saw Lovi standing there, screaming at me for lying on top of Germany. I started crying. I really don't like crying. I cry a lot, but I hate it. I hate being weak. I hate being me. I ran out of my room, downstairs, and into the kitchen. I grabbed the largest knife that I saw, which happened to be a butchers knife. Then I ran into my nearest bathroom, and locked the door. I hesitated with the knife over my arm. I thought of Holy Rome, then pressed the knife into my arm. Hard. The pain seared through my arm, but I didn't scream. It felt... good. I lifted it up again and pressed over my other arm. It seared again. Little did I know that this one little argument with my brother could lead to a long life of depression, pain, and self harm. I did this so many times that I started not to feel it. I've passed out because of it. I'd wake of the next morning in a pool of my own blood, hair dry and brittle because of all of the blood that got in it.
My mind snapped back into reality because of sobbing. I never found it who it was.
Soooooo~~~~ sorry this chapter wasn't long. My internet is not good in the first place, and I have to go to bed now. Be looking forward to Prussia and the British Jerk of Jerk's (England's) point of view tomorrow! Once again, sorry!
~GinnyJeanWeasley
~Peter Kirkland
~Feliciano Vargas