A/N: Sorry for not updating for so long D: school's been a...sloth?

I DON'T OWN HETALIA

Dear guest,

So, yeah, maybe I should. Thanks for the suggestions :). However to clear something up, when I first thought of this story line, I didn't mean for it to be "realistic" I meant it to be more of a "fantasy" version. I've read stories about the victims of cutting and all that. When I read them they were just too much for me. So I thought why not make one more of a fantasy world. I like to make things a little random. And that is my personality. That means it might be offensive to you or it might not. Believe me, I have a friend who cuts themselves and I have to help them go through it 'cause she actually wants to stop cutting but can't. I just didn't like the reality of this problem so; I decided to make it just a bit "unrealistic" hope that kinda clear it up for you and other people. And to my understanding you said you used to cut? Right? Anyways, I'm glad you've stopped harming yourself. I will take your suggestions under consideration :)

Love,

FluffyWhitePandas

I need to cry but there's no tears. I want to scream but there's no voice. I want to leave this hell but there's no exit sign. – Mackenzie Cheesman

When Alfred finally got those bloody burgers I was getting ready to yell at the kid who kept teasing me about my eyebrows. I mean seriously what the bloody hell is wrong with my eyebrows? It's just bigger than normal…that's all. "Here you go! These are the best burgers there will ever be!"

"I bet they're not better than the burgers at Burger King's." Alfred looked at me with horror in his eyes.

"How dare you make fun of Mickey D's!"

"I am not; I'm just simply saying that Burger King's might be better." Alfred looked hurt.

"HAHAHHAHA, no." I rolled my eyes and unwrapped my burger. Eyeing the thing I took a breath and bite into it.

Eh…eh!? THIS IS SOOOO GROSS AND GREASY! HOW THE BLOODY HELL CAN ANYONE EAT THESE THINGS. Though I said that in my head I forced a smiled. "Yum." I consider myself the best at smiling. Fake smiling that is.

"ALL RIGHT! These burgers are considered my breakfast, lunch and dinner! THEY ARE MY FREAKING BABIES!"

"Right, haha."

As we ate and talked the time seemed to have past very quickly, it was already noon and I was getting tired. Also, it was time to take my pills again…those pills were given to me by Matthew.

"Hey I want to go home now." I said interrupting whatever Alfred was blubbering about. Alfred looked up and nodded.

"Right,"

After we dumped our leftovers into the trash cans we walked outside.

"Yo, Alfred!" That voice only meant one person…Gilbert. He looked over at me and then back to Alfred, with a disguised face he asked, "Why the hell are you hanging out with him?"

Alfred suddenly looks over at me and mouthed a 'I'm sorry' before spatting out. "Hell no, I saw him inside Mickey D's and I was going to bring him outside over to the park to punch some senses into him."

Ah, I see. His reputation is more important to him. I thought we can still be friends…I guess not.

Gilbert eyed him before breaking into a grin. "Forget him, you know that cheerleader, the one with the long curly blond hair, big boobs, and glasses girl?"

"Yes, everyone does. That sexy cheerleader called um Kelly, why do you ask?"

"Well, it seems like it you are invited to her birthday this Saturday."

"I'll think about it. Only if I get lucky," Alfred winked. "Okay, then! Gilbert let's go. Let's leave Loser Kirkland alone."

Gilbert laughed and walked away with Alfred following close behind. After a few steps Alfred turned around and mouthed "I'll make it up to you one day" before turning around and followed Gilbert.

I was left alone once again.

"Was the sun always this blinding?" I covered my eyes with my hands, trying to block the hurtful rays of the sun.

"I'm home." I said to no particular again before taking off my shoes and throwing my backpack over to the couch.

Sighing, I walked over to the coffee table. "Mom, dad, I'm sorry." I said to the picture that was placed on the center of the table.

Then I walked over to the kitchen, opening the cabinet I took out my pills. "Heh, I won't be needing this anymore." I put the pills down on the counter. Antidepressant it said.

"These stupid pills doesn't even work. Thanks a lot Matthew."

No one cares.

"Shut up,"

You don't deserve to be loved.

"Shut up,"

You are nothing but trash.

"Shut up,"

Everyone in your life left you, there's no one left.

"That's not true!"

How it is not true? Alfred left you, Matthew is faking, and even your own brothers left you.

"Shut up!"

Placing my hands up to cover my ears from the mean comments I ran up the stairs that led to my room.

Once I got to my room I slammed open the door and went over to my closet.

"Alright, where the hell is the camera?"

As I trashed my room looking for the camera, I found many things that were so precise to me and Alfred when we were young. After a good ten minutes I finally found the camera.

"Finally!" I let out a groan.

After settling it at a good place in front of my bed I started recording.

A black object that contained a bullet laid next to me.

A/N: I actually planned to have Arthur "die" in this chapter but…I feel like being a good person today XD maybe next time :3

Sorry for not updating for so long! Anyways, I'm back a month ago but as soon I got back I had to do school shopping and all that crap. And now school has been on for a month now I am getting a lot more busy than last year. Anyways, thanks for the review and the follows and the favorites :)