I don't own April Raintree or Hetalia this is my first fanfic so tell me what you think and if I need to l work on anything this was originaly a school project after we read April Raintree we wrote a first person story from Aprils view as if she never went into foster care and this is my story with the characters changed to FACE family and other Hetalia cast
A few years later Age 18
Two years went by from the day my so called 'father' slapped me. My family life became even more stressed, to the point where I couldn't stay in the same room as any of them for even a minute without a fight breaking out, one time it was so bad our nosey neighbours called the cops on us. Since that moment I truly knew that Matthieu was right I wasn't part of this family anymore and never would be.
I took to hiding in my room more and more with only Matthieu to talk to.
'It's ok Matthew I'll always be there for you,' Matthieu crooned after a particular bad day.
"Thanks Matthieu I know you'll always be there for me," I smiled an empty smile.
The "box" sat in front of me, my arms where naked of the usual gauze allowing the criss crossof scars over scars. Over the years my body began to fill with scars to the point where the only part empty of scars was my face. I would cut my face if I could but Matthieu said that if I did that then they would lock me up.
I lifted the new knife that I began to use it was a six inch saturated knife that I stole from the nearby general store a year ago. I held the knife up in my right hand looking at the scars that traveled up and down my arms. I moved my eyes away from my arms and up to the knife marvelling at the way the light glinted off of it. Then I brought it down cutting the length of both my arms again marvelling at the flow of blood as it dripped down my arms, slowly I rewrapped my arms almost like a puppet.
'Why do you keep torturing yourself,' Matthieu cooed, 'why don't you end it?'
"I…I…I…I'm scared to die I don't want to die yet," I cried out bring my knees up to my chest and crying into my arms.
In my head Matthieu smirked, 'soon Matthew you'll be free soon.'