He looked around the hallway, finding the walls smeared with red with swirls of blue dancing between. He began to notice a faint, odd odor he couldn't place. The pale boy's eyes swept over the scene, drinking in the colours through the dim moonlight with worry. His feet carried him down the hall with caution, and the closer he grew to his room the larger and more violent the streaks and swirls became. Worry and fear growing in the pit of his stomach, he began to tremble. As he came to his mother's room, he could hear soft whimpers and small, choked cries. He froze at the door, a shudder ripping down his spine. He tentatively placed his hand on the doorway before poking his head into the darkness. A pair of red eyes glared back at him from within the darkness a moment, and a low hiss ensued shortly after. Heart stopping in fright of the creature, Arthur stumbled back against the opposite wall, inadvertently dropping the photo. The glass chimed like a hundred bells as it shattered across the floor. Arthur scrambed his way the yard or so down the hall to the bathroom, stopping short once more as the odor became more prominent. The sink was on, weeping the same crimson as the walls. Its basin had begun to overflow, creating a small pool on the floor at Arthur's feet that was quickly spreading across the floor. The tub was filling with more of the rusty colour, its faucet crying the bloody tears. The bloody... The...

Blood.

Arthur gasped, something in the back of his mind clicking. The emeralds that peeked from behind his eyelids grew to the size of dinner plates, and his body shook in fear. He turned from the room, eyes beginning to sting with tears, and attempted to flee. He came into contact with the solid door of his room merely two steps later. It was shut, and more of the crimson blood washed over Arthur's feet. His wide eyes welling with the tears from moments ago, he grasped the knob and pushed the door violently. It only budged slightly, as if something was holding him back. Thrusting his body against the hot, sticky wood once more he managed to shove it open a smidgen enough to see a flickering blue. He jammed his shoulder into the wood once more, using all his force and strength to hold it open long enough to wedge his wand into the space he created. He had just enough room to poke his head in. The room was similar to the others in the respect it was torn apart, but different in the fact it was frigid and was illuminated in a flickering blue. In the furthest corner of the room, on the furthest corner of his bed, sat a shuddering figure. Arthur bit his lip to hold back the small sound of fear that dared attempt passing his lips. He stared hard at the figure, studying it, noting its small size and gentle rocking. Its back was deformed, hunched over. Slowly, rhythmically, it gasped and shuddered, shaking violently with each breath. Every sound it made pierced Arthur's chest. It sounded so helpless, so sickly, so forlorn.

Arthur studied the figure all the harder, unable to make out much about it. As it recognized another presence, the being turned slowly to face the doorway. Its green eyes pierced eerily, scarily through the dark. It gave a low growl, seeming to say something. When Arthur didn't react, it repeated the word louder. "Leave!"

He was staring right back at himself.

Arthur couldn't help the scream that ripped from his throat. He stumbled backwards, wand snapping out of its strained position in the door and spiraling into the darkness. Its small light flickered and went out. He continued to back his way down the hall, eyes darting around wildly. The tears came quickly, dripping down his face and off his jawline in a small symphony. He cried out as his feet came in contact with the glass shards, cutting in but not receiving any blood in return. He couldn't bleed. All his blood and more was already gone. He slipped, landing on his rear at the top of the stairs. He tried to, wanted to stand, but couldn't. The young, frail, ceramic angel was frozen in place. Was unable to move. Was unable to run, to leave.

And as he sat and watched, the blood from the bathroom crawled out into the hallway, soaking into the floor and continuing to meet with the blood from his bedroom. The bedroom door swung open, and the hunched creature emerged. Arthur's eyes widened all the further, and his mouth fell open in a silent scream as the figure turned to look at him.

~~!~~

And at that moment my eyes snapped open, mouth gaping in a silent scream. My heart pounded, making the monitor beside my bed screech with an alarm of some sort. I looked around frantically, wondering where the hell I was. The room was dark, a bright light on in the hallway and a small lamp beside my bed. My throat was extremely dry, and I desperately wanted something to drink. My half-numb fingers slowly flexed, and my head began to pound. A doctor quickly burst into the room, and the lights flicked on simultaneously. I winced as the pounding in my head grew worse.

About four days later I was released from the hospital. It turned out I'd been hit by a truck, and the doctors assumed it an accident. I couldn't remember anything of the sort, though.

I sat in the passenger seat of my mother's car, head against the window. She glanced at me from the corner of her eye every now and again, but never once spoke. I sighed, unable to come up with anything to say. We finally arrived home, and she opened the door for me. I stepped out of the car, she clinging to my arm to help support me if I needed it. I shrugged her off with a small "Thank you." I'd felt fine. We headed inside together, and I sat on the couch, leaning my head against its back. She pestered me a moment about wanting or needing anything, and I simply shook my head no. I honestly was fine. After a moment she sat beside me, wringing her hands in her lap. I had a feeling I knew what was coming.

"Uhm, Arthur... I..." She looked to her hands before looking back to me. "That wasn't a suicide attempt, was it?" I merely gaped at her in disbelief.

"Mum, what on earth would I have to do that for?"

"Well, the doctor said you were, um, depressed."

"The hell does he know?"

"He said there were... Scars."
My brow knit in confusion. "What... Where?"

And as soon as the words left my mouth, I could see her face jolt with sudden realisation.

"O-oh, just on your side and shoulder, from the accident! And they, um, said they could lead to depression if you thought too much about them. But they thought you were depressed before, and said it may have um- you want anything to eat? I think I'm going to bake a cake." She stood abruptly, taking her leave and darting into the kitchen. I merely shrugged to myself, wondering vaguely what was up with her. As I sat, trying to rest, my head slowly began to ache. I crossed my arms over my face, sighing to myself.

"Arthur! Arthur, what's wrong?" A small figure landed in my lap, nudging with his little paws. "Arthur, are you okay?"

Slowly removing my arms from my face, I looked down. In my lap sat a concerned Mint Bunny.

"Gosh, I am just fine. Please, don't worry of me at all. I just have a slight headache." I muttered to him, stroking his ears gently. After a moment, I looked back at him curiously. "Say Mint Bunny, why weren't you there the past couple days?"

"Because, Arthur!" he began, "I don't like doctors! They can never see me. Any of us, actually! So I hide from them. You're my only friend..." He sighed, nuzzling into my palm. "Hey, that feels niiice... Keep petting me, please...?" And so I sat awhile, gently stroking his fur and talking to him. My mother entered the room nearly an hour later, a slice of cake in either hand. As she approached, my hand felt empty. When I looked down, Mint Bunny was gone.

"...Arthur, who were you talking to?" My mother asked, concern clear on her face.

Hey, what's this fic about again? I don't remember, it's been so long.

Yeah, I know that's what everyone's thinking. I'm sorry I don't update as often any more, but I promise promise promise I am going to be putting out a lot more stuff! Not necessarily from this fanfiction, or from this fandom at all, but I will be writing. Stay tuned! :)