After the conversation with Matthew, Feliciano had left the middle day room to set off to the boy's day room. As he was walking on the left side near the bathrooms, he did not notice the door of the boy's restroom he was about to pass by was cracked open with someone looking out from the ajar doorway. While sauntering past the door, Feliciano was grabbed by the arm and yanked inside the small lavatory. He was then shoved onto the beige tile flooring as the anonymous boy slammed the door shut. The bathroom was small and dimly lit which made everything inside a slight shade of orange. Feliciano snatched the side of the nearby bathtub and pulled himself up so he was slouching against the pale wall. The unidentified boy turned around and looked down on Feliciano, it was Matthias. He sneered with a malevolent tone, "Well, well, Feli. Guess what day it is?"

Feliciano was flabbergasted, "M-Matt?!"

His pitch had gotten irate, "I said guess what day it is, boy."

Feliciano had gotten scared, "Um, I don't know."

"It's the day I finally leave this hellhole," he walked up to Feliciano, "You've been such a good roommate, it's a shame I'll never see you again." Matt then sat on his knees and stroked the left side of Feliciano's face gently, "So….innocent. So…adorable," Feliciano's lip twitched. Matt then noticed his curl, "Ooh, what's this?" he tugged it and Feliciano's complexion flushed and he moaned with agony, "Ooh, I'm getting hard. I'll be pulling on that a lot."

Feliciano regained his voice, "W-What?!" Matt then pulled down Feliciano's trousers and yellow boxers and when Feliciano tried to fight back he punched him harshly in the face. Feliciano's vision was a now sea of tangerine blurriness with a dark, double figure of Matthias in front of him. Matt threw the clothing into the corner behind him and he unzipped his pants which revealed his hard member. Feliciano snapped out of his daze and began to extend his hands to wrap around Matt's neck; Matt then clutched the two extended hands and twisted Feliciano's wrists which made him gripe in pain. He then slammed the hands to the wall just above Feliciano's head and straddled him so he could not use his legs. Matthias then ferociously shoved his penis into Feliciano. The screams that escaped Feliciano's gaping mouth was ungodly as Matthias shoved the sandpapery shaft into him harder and more rapidly. It had felt like a razor-sharp dagger was inserted into his anus. Feliciano began to bleed in his lower regions which elegantly dripped onto the tile below, "STOP, MATT! MAAAAAAAATT!"

"Oh….shut….up!" Matthias replied crossly as he continued to penetrate Feliciano, "The pain feels great!" The hard slapping sound of skin colliding had filled the once silent room, "Ooh yeah…..take that…you filthy…..Italian!" Slobber and sweat from Matt fell onto Feliciano's scrubs; his dark blue eyes pierced into Feliciano's tawny ones. He jerked Feliciano's curl so viciously that was pulled out of his cranium; the long curl had fallen on the floor. Feliciano was slightly bleeding from the spot it was removed.

"AGGGGGGGGGGGH! STOP!" Feliciano exclaimed in utter pain.

Matthias then clutched Feliciano's neck with his free hand and squeezed. Feliciano was gasping for air and beginning to turn red in the face, "SHUT UP!" The fish out of water that was Feliciano had his mouth open and close as if air was passing through. The only thing that exited his gaping mouth was the sound of a gagging larynx. The blood was now gushing out of Feliciano's behind like a babbling brook on a spring day. "Gosh you're a virgin, aren't you?" Boiling streams began to run down Feliciano's tender face; he blinked to release them from his amber eyes. A stifled cry had been let free of Feliciano's throat and his face had begun to turn purple from the lack of oxygen. He then had started to feel nausea engulf his stomach. This is it, Feliciano thought; this is where I finally die. He had become very feeble and his eyes could not stay open any longer; Feliciano could not even attempt to breathe anymore. As he shut his eyes with the little energy he had left he felt a hot liquid fill his insides. Suddenly, he had been liberated from the harsh grasp and his eyes shot open as he inhaled the icy serpent of oxygen. Matthias pulled out and zipped up his pants. "I get out first," Matt stood up, "Then you do." Feliciano used all of his remaining strength and stood up also; he then grabbed Matt's neck and slammed him into the door.

"You think I'm weak, huh?!" Feliciano said with gritted teeth. Matt only replied with gagging; he then kicked Feliciano hard in the lower abdomen. The impact Feliciano made with the floor had felt like someone took a baseball bat to his behind. Matt gasped for air and shoved the same foot into Feliciano's face. Feliciano's skull had hit the wall with a large bang and a dark burgundy cascade had begun to spew out of his nostrils. A fat lip and a black eye also started to form.

"Stupid prick," Matthias said ruthlessly as he headed for the door, "You should be lucky anyone has the time to rape you." He then left the room shutting the door behind him.

The bathroom had blood smeared all over the floor and even some of the walls. Drops of semen had turned some of the claret liquid a pinker shade. Feliciano's nose was profusely bleeding and he began to sob uncontrollably. "W-What did I do to d-deserve this?!" he exclaimed, "What did I-I do….." The grieving had made such and uproar a nurse overheard and knocked on the door.

"Honey," she began, "are you alright in there? It's almost time for school, you know."

"N-No," Feliciano replied sullenly through his tears.

"May I come in?"

"At y-your own r-risk."

The young nurse opened the door and was staggered by the scene. She saw the half naked boy with blood all over him sprawled out leaning on the wall and his mangled face. Her jaw dropped and she called for assistance; two other nurses came for help.

"W-What happened here?!" the male nurse asked.

Feliciano's face crumpled up and tears flowed from his eyes, "I was…."

"Yes? You were what?"

Feliciano stammered, "R-Raped." All the nurses' eyes widened at the response. Then the female nurse that discovered this horrific sight had walked up to him ignoring the blood and tears that adorned the room and Feliciano's face. She did not ask him who did this to him because she knew that he would not tell. She then signaled the other nurses to help pick up Feliciano. Once they had got him to his feet, he leaned on the other female nurse to stay standing. She wrapped an arm around his shoulder and told the other nurses to call an ambulance. "Am I gonna be alright?" he asked weakly.

"God, I hope so," the black lady replied somberly.

"Whe-Where are they taking me?"

"To another hospital, sweetie," she rubbed his shoulder, "then once you recover you'll be back here."

"I can't walk."

"They'll put you on a stretcher, don't worry."

The male nurse returned and said that the ambulance will be arriving shortly. The other patients were standing in the doorway of the middle day room and were curious of what was going on. Matthias grinned deviously at the scene but no one had noticed. The ambulance had then arrived and Feliciano was carted away on a gurney with his lower half covered by a fawn blanket.

Once inside the nearby hospital, Feliciano had fallen asleep due to exhaustion. Little did he know this was the same hospital Ludwig was currently located. In fact, Ludwig was on the floor just above his room. While Feliciano was in a deep slumber, the doctors examined him and discovered he had a severely broken nose and that he will be in the hospital for about two days. They then cleaned the blood off of him and immediately put him under the knife to fix his nostrils and sew his torn anus back together.

"Whoever did this was merciless," one surgeon commented as he was realigning Feliciano's nose.

"Yeah," another surgeon added, "he's probably going to end up with PTSD."

"Poor kid, he's so young."

The other surgeon began to sew his lower regions, "He's gonna stay at Queenswood for awhile."

"I agree."

The next day Feliciano had awoken to a bandaged nose and a throbbing rear end. He felt the papery gauze on his nostrils and let his fingers gingerly glide across it. He would have sat up but the pain was too great to even lie on his side. He let his hands move smoothly to his severely bruised neck. Feliciano grimaced as his fingertips touched the bruising. His neck was a mixture of purple and brown pigments that danced across his light caramel skin. He glanced to his left and saw a vase of pink cyclamen, his favorite flower, on the pale grey nightstand. "Lovino was here," he spoke quietly to himself. He stared at the pastel cherry flowers intently until he heard a sudden knocking on the door. "Come in," he replied faintly. His doctor from Queenswood entered and sat down in the nearby seat on the right.

She began to speak calmly, "Feliciano….I heard what happened. I'm so sorry."

"It's fine," Feliciano replied soberly.

Her gaze averted to the lower right as she massaged his right hand softly with her own, "I'm just here to give you a new medicine so you can sleep at night," she looked back up at him, "But if you need anything, I'm here for you, ok?"

Feliciano smiled indistinctly, "Okay. So what are you putting me on now?"

"Well since you couldn't take your Zoloft last night, you'll have the same dosage. Your sleeping medicine is Trazodone; it's meant to help you fall and stay asleep. I'm only giving you twenty-five milligrams to start."

"Okay."

"You'll be taking both at night so I'll let the nurses know when I leave here today, alright?"

"Alright."

"Okay," she stood up from her chair, "I'll be going now. Just remember that this isn't the end for Feliciano, but the beginning." She then left the room closing the door behind her.

"The beginning?" Feliciano asked himself, "Well what a horrible way to start."