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I might have over done this chapter.

A shot to kill the pain. A pill to drain the shame. A purge to end the gain. A cut to break the vein. A smoke to ease the crave. A drink to win the game. An addiction is an addiction because it all hurts the same. –Unknown

From last time…

"Loser Kirkland?"

I immediately turned around. Only one person ever calls me that and that person is Alfred F. Jones. Crap! I quickly hid the razor behind my back, hope, no praying that he won't notice. I didn't need another person who figures this out. I didn't need him to make fun of me more.

"Dude?" He took a step forward, his eyes as wide as a scared puppy. You have no idea how stupid and scared he looked. He steps forward again. He was getting closer. I had to get away. I need to.

"What." I hissed, razor still behind my back.

"Is…is that a razor I see?" he lift up an arm and reaches for it. I moved back.

"S-stay back!" Curse my voice for cracking at this moment. "O-or else!"

He didn't look one bit frightened. So, I took the razor from behind my back and showed it to him. Almost like a frightened tiger he is, he jumped back. But he soon realized what he's done and quickly tried to ease himself.

"Give me that Loser Kirkland."

"Eh? Why?" I gave a devilish smirk. I placed the razor on my skin and watched his eyes go wide and his lips form a straight line.

"Arthur. Give. Me. The. Freaking. Razor." I winced at the tone of his voice and as well as the fact he used my name.

"No." I fought back. I pushed the razor with a bit more force. The razor was cutting my skin, slowly.

"Arthur! Dammit! LISTEN TO ME!" He reaches forward but I quickly dodged him.
"No." Blood was seeping out now. It was a dark and red. I was used to seeing this but Alfred apparently wasn't. The razor was going deeper now. It might as well just cut through my veins and let me die. I slowly closed my eyes. I, however, did not expect Alfred to snatch the weapon away from me. But let him this time. The pleasure was filling my body up. It felt…nice…almost as if I was in heaven. But then all of a sudden, the room started to darken. My eyes felt…heavy. I could barely feel my arms and legs. Is this the end?

POV Change…(I think)

Alfred quickly notices that Arthur was fainting; he quickly grabbed him, trying his best not to touch the wound, and ran for the nurse. As he ran he did not notice the principle. However, Matthew noticed Alfred running…with Arthur in his arms. He knew they both didn't get along, so what happened? He rushed to Alfred and asked, "What happened?" He placed a hand on Arthur's cheeks and it felt as cold as a dead body.

"I-I, He- we- he cut too deep!" Matthew's eyes shot open as he heard the words leave the American.

"Dammit. You take him to the nurse, quickly. And I will call the ambulance." With that Matthew ran for his office to call 911, while Alfred ran as fast as he could towards the nurse's office.

"Dammit! Arthur! Damn you! WHY?!" Alfred kept hissing out as he ran. He didn't care what others might think of him at that moment. It seemed like it was back to when they were best friends and they would help each other.

When Alfred finally got to the nurse's Alfred ran straight in. "Please! Someone please help me!" Alfred shouted at the two nurses sitting by their computers. When they saw the green-eyed boy they quickly got up and took him away from Alfred. One of the nurses helped get Arthur's temperature and get some badge, while the other turned to Alfred, "His name."

"Arthur Kirkland."

"Thank you." After a while Matthew bursts through the door, panting, with two men with stretchers behind him. They immediately went forward and grabbed the boy laying on the bed. "Hurry get him to the ambulance." One screamed to the other.

As they left Matthew and Alfred chased after them. "Can we please come with?" The two men looked at each other and quickly nodded, for they did not have enough time. They had to get Arthur to the hospital. On the way to the hospital, Alfred felt his eyes burn. Matthew saw this and placed a hand on his shoulder, calming the boy down.

"It's my entire fault." Alfred chanted. Matthew didn't say anything he just traced circles with his finger on Alfred's back.

When they got there they quickly got someone to check up on him. Alfred and Matthew had to wait outside. Suddenly, the doctor came out. "Who are the patient's parents?" Matthew looked horrified.

"Um…you see…" He took the doctors hands and fast walked away from where Alfred was sitting.

"About that, Arthur doesn't have a parent…"

While Matthew was explaining the problem to the doctor, Alfred sat there thinking about all the things he had done to the innocent boy that once was his best friend.

Then finally after a few minutes the doctor hurried back. Alfred looked up at his principle, hoping for an explanation. "Sorry can't tell you." Alfred looked back down at his hands.

Alfred never knew why he had turned on Arthur, maybe it was the tiny tingling feeling he felt whenever he's around him or the fact that he just got tired of him. He knew how much it hurt Arthur. But there was something he always didn't understand. When they were friends Arthur never did let him meet his parents, it was like he was hiding something from him.

After a few hours, the doctor came out and said he was okay now, but he has to stay at the hospital for more checkups before he could leave. "Thank you so much." Matthew said shaking the doctor's hand.

When they went in the room they saw Arthur was tucked in under the blankets with a heart monitor by his side.

After a few more hours, it was midnight. Arthur finally woke up.

"Ngh,"

"Arthur?" Matthew and Alfred both said together.

"W-what happened?" Arthur opened his eyes and looked around, he noticed that he was in the hospital. Oh no I can't pay for this. Then he noticed Alfred sitting by the corner. He didn't feel like arguing, his throat burns, his head was spinning and his arms were burning as well.

"Hello, I'm the helper." A man that looked similar to Arthur came in. As soon as his green eyes and Arthur's green eyes met. The air grew thick making both Matthew and Alfred look at one another.

"Alistair?" Arthur gulped, hoping that this man was him.

The taller man looked shocked, and then he responded. "Arthur?"

Thanks for reading. I'm going to inform you all I'm not going to be uploading for the next few weeks because of tests and all that crap. So that is why this chapter is the longest out of all other chapters! :D