Chapter 11: Days of passing
Arthur always had been a quiet fellow. Quiet to others was very common since he didn't watch TV, or listened to the radio in years. He just didn't know what to talk about. It had been different though…
/Two years ago/
Arthur stepped out of the car at his new school. High school. He finally made it somehow and he felt great. At the introduction day he made 2 friends. Lars, a boy from the Netherlands, and Bella, a girl from Belgium. They were okay to Arthur, and a steady friendship built between them.
Lars had problems unlike Bella. He had secrets. His mother had died because of cancer. He never loved her and never showed appreciation to her. He regretted it since she died. He punished himself like that. He cut his legs and arms, and smoked. It were secrets Arthur held onto.
Arthur, told his secrets to him as well. About home, how his parents treated him sometimes. They were there for each other. He told Arthur, they were best friends forever. Arthur of course believed it.
Bella didn't have any problems. She was just lonely and sticking to the two of them somehow and talked about various things. Though, Arthur never felt really comfortable with them. Maybe it was because he watched these kids shows all the time and saw imaginary friends everywhere.
Everything was fine until winter came. Arthur invited all of them to his party for a sleepover, though, no one came. All of them were sick it seemed. Arthur attended to their parties, but after them, they didn't care about him anymore.
He was thrown away as a friend. He was just some broken toy to them. Why? WHY? He didn't do anything wrong right? RIGHT?
The cuts on his arms and legs are nothing. Nothing. You gain nothing with it. You've gained something when you die. You accomplish then what everyone does at one moment. You die. Since the moment you are dying. Funny…
EMO ARTHUR FUUUU- Yeah… This is somewhat nasty. And sorry for the long update. I had some trouble with figuring out how to write further. Please review~