This is the second part of the story, which is Natalya's story. Be aware that she might be a tad OOC, and I'm really sorry for that but please bear with me as that was the only way I could make it work. Please review and thanks!
No one talks to her, she feels so alone…
Natalya Arlovskaya was what most people would call a "crazy girl." She really was not, if you got to know past her obsession with her brother. The only reasons she loved her brother so much was because she did not want to be alone. Her sister had left her in order to "gain some confidence" and her brother couldn't bear to be near her so he moved in with his friend, Yao. But since she was so focused on bringing her brother back, she pushed everyone away.
Natalya was so painfully lonely. It was hard enough for her to live on her own because of her loneliness. And since no one took the time to actually be her friend, she believed that the pain would fade with a knife to her skin. To her, it was like art. The red lines that crisscrossed were the words of her pain. She hid them with her long-sleeved dress.
Each day she goes on is a day that she's brave…
Every day, Natalya went on with her head up. She never let anyone else see her weakness. No, she would always be brave. She endured the hateful and fearful looks sent her way during school. She wouldn't let her own mind tell her that she should just give up. She didn't want to die. Not yet.
One day, however, Alfred and Lovino noticed something. They always noticed how she was alone and they noticed how she would sometimes rub her arm. This time, they noticed the bandages wrapped around her wrist. It scared them, to be honest.
Lovino never cut himself because he didn't want to worry his brother, but he knew that Natalya's siblings didn't live with her anymore, so she had no one to tell her to hold back. He and Alfred decided that they would become her friend. They didn't want to risk her killing herself like Lovino almost had a few months before.
"Hey, you're Natalya, right?" Alfred asked her one day with a charming smile. Lovino stood behind him with an indifferent look on his face. Natalya glared at him.
"What do you want, you stupid American?" She asked rudely.
"We just wanted to ask if we could sit with you," Alfred told her. Someone beside them gasped at the fact that they asked "the crazy, psycho, brother-obsessed girl" if they could sit with her, but the boys didn't pay them any heed. Rather, they paid more attention to the slight widening of the Belarusian's eyes and the slightly hopeful look that crossed her face before she let her face smooth down to a cool glare.
"Do whatever," she muttered. Alfred beamed and he and Lovino sat next to her.
And just like that, a friendship was made.
When she throws the pills out a hero is made…
"Hey, what are these, Nat?" Alfred asked Natalya, holding up a bottle of pills. It had been a few weeks since he and Lovino had befriended her and they were hanging out at her house that day. Natalya couldn't help the slightly panicked look on her face.
"Th-those are… umm… I don't…" She stammered. Lovino sighed and placed a hand on her shoulder, calming her down slightly.
"You don't have to be scared, Nat," he told her. "I was like you once, remember?" Natalya nodded. She clearly remembered the day the brown-haired boy had stood on the edge of the roof and was about to shoot himself. It had almost convinced her to die as well.
"They're anti-depressant pills prescribed by my doctor," she admitted reluctantly. "I haven't taken them in a while, because… I don't really need them now, do I? I was originally planning to use them for if I planned to die, but now…" Alfred held up a hand to stop her and smiled. He tossed the pills to her.
"If you don't need them now, then why not just throw them out?" He suggested. Natalya gave a small smile and nodded.
"You know what…" She said. "You're right." She tossed the pills to the trashcan and they went in. She turned to Lovino and Alfred, who were smiling at her.
"We're so proud of you."
Heroes are made when you make a choice