Additional Information!
1) Not the typical story.
2) Orphan!Arthur...
3) Things will be explained later on
4) Alfred's not gonna be forgiven anytime soon
I only nothing…I promise! I only own this plot
A/N: Drinking some hot coco and watching some YouTube videos while writing this. Anyways, I'll let you guys enjoy.
Edite June 2013 :3
She can paint a lovely picture, but the story has a twist. Her paintbrush is a razor, her canvas is her wrist. –Unknown
After staying there for a few more seconds I quickly cleaned up the mess I've made, threw the paper towel away and walked out. As I proceeded to walk towards my first hour, Chemistry, Matthew appeared out of nowhere. Just like always appearing in the most unnecessary time.
"Arthur, what are you doing? Aren't you supposed to be in class?" He asks with those annoying concerned look painted on his face.
"I was just going there." I murmured and looked at the ground. He suddenly sighed and took my arm. I winced, he had grabbed the arm that I had just cut. He started to drag me towards his office. Suddenly he stopped and looked down at my arm. I was confused so I also looked down at my arm and gasped. Blood had stained my clothes. I was afraid to look at Matthew, knowing him he'd be giving a lecture later.
"Arthur…" He hissed through gritted teeth. I gulped and looked at him suddenly regretting. His face was red, eyes were wide. "What the hell did you do?" He asked, and when I didn't answer him for a few seconds he rolled up my sleeve revealing the fresh cut along with a few old ones. "Arthur! How many times do I have to tell you not to treat your skin like this?! Your skin is not a piece of paper that you can just draw on!" Yes it is. I thought. "Forget it. You'll never understand." He didn't release my arm but instead he used his free hand and got some badge and had already started to badge my arm. As he does that I looked around his office and remembered the first time I had come in here. It was the first day of school and I was a freshmen. I had somehow decided to start a fight with one of the other freshmen, Ivan, a Russian boy. So after fighting with him and had gotten beaten up I ended up in Matthew's office where he decided to ask a few questions about me.
"There! Done!" He released me and put the badge on his desk before turning towards me once again. "Arthur, please listen to me and stop cutting yourself."
Never. "Yeah, I promise." He nods and motions with his hand showing that he's letting me to class now. Without a word I walked out only stopping to close the door.
When I got to my class I sighed and walked in, only to be greeted by a crinkle up paper thrown at me. I looked around to see who had thrown this paper at me but after looking around for a few seconds I decided not to and instead I looked around for the teacher.
"The teacher isn't here yet, aru." I turned to see Yao. I nodded and walked towards my seat. I suddenly remembered the paper and opened it.
Dear Loser Kirkland,
No cares about you so get lost, k? Kill yourself for all we care. No one would notice if you do.
Death is yours,
Alfred Jones, Gilbert Beilschmidt, Francis Bonnefoy, everyone else.
I didn't need to be told twice to know that no one would care if I killed myself. No one, no one, no one… The thought echoed throughout my mind. But a few snickers brought me back to reality. I glanced over at the group that snickered. All of a sudden I was covered with paper. As other's just laughed I just sat there. But thankfully the bell rang. I was the first to be out of the room for I had quickly grabbed my stuff and had ran out of the hellish room. As I ran to my next class, Physical Ed, another class that I hated.
When the day finally ended I decided to not ride the bus but instead take a ride with Matthew. As we sat in silence I couldn't help but to take a quick nap. My last thought before I was taken over by slumber was….
Maybe I should be better off dead.
A/N: OMG! I feel so horrible for doing this to Iggy! By the way, don't hate on Gilbert, Alfred, or anyone they would be so sad if you did D: