Hello..again. So I finished the chapter by now x3 again manyy feels and bad grammar by a childish Arthur!
I hope you enjoy~
A Cry for help..
Some time passed.
To be exact, two weeks.
Nothing had changed in Arthur's Situation..
he was still being bullied and slowly...
Slowly some injuries crawled over his body.
Open sores, scars were slowly scaring his flawless body..
But what should he do about it?
He couldn't stand up for himself, he didn't got the strength to do that..
But he didn't give up yet.
No.
Even though he had lost really much weight in this short time he didn't want to give up.
You can only win if you try.
That's ..what his mother always repeated to him, when he had lost all faith.
Like he probably would, in this situation.
But he didn't want to be that weak.
That's why he got out an old diary he had lead before going to High School and read a bit in it.
But the emotions that came up,while reading...was it really this he wanted to feel?
~Dear Diary,
Today was my fiarst day aafter holitday in shool again!
I was sooo hapy to see al my frinds again!
For lunchh we had something .. not tasty
But I ate it anywai becaus Mummy said so.
How do you fel diary?
Mummy always sais you feel good but I want to be shure
Sowryy I haven't written in you for a while..
But the holitdays were great!
Bya bye !~
Arthur sighed quietly..
He could even imagine himself, standing there.
Innocent.
Happy.
No worries.
He could even hear the squeaky voice with the speech defects..
Smiling.
Holding hands with his mother.
Having a real family.
With a deep sigh, he closed the notebook again and got even more frustrated by the small sketch of picture on the cover.
The family...again.
Holding hands...all connected and happy together..
forever.
Depressed and Silent he hid the book under the couch,on which he sat on.
After that, he went into the bathroom for the millionth time.
Looking into the mirror.
This was what he had become..
From happy to sad
From good to bad
from smiling to whining
from honest to lying.
Arthur slowly reached a hand out and..touched the cold surface of the mirror.
This was no dream or nightmare anymore..
Neither was this a hallucination..
This was Arthur now. How he had changed through the pain..
He could even feel it..
his old spirit circling around his body and touching it.
Trying to tell him to stay alive.
He wanted to break it by now though..
The mirror was lying!
Or was it the Brit himself?
Just about to punch his fist into the glass, he just slightly touched it, before falling into deep sobbing.
Why couldn't anyone just help him through this?
And? Did little Arthur visit your feels? :3 tell me in your reviw, if you will review~