'Til Kingdom Come (A PruCan Fanfiction)

Chapter 7 - It Was a Dark and Stormy Night - March 23 - Canada

  It's been a week since I've heard the news about Prussia's death, and life hasn't been the same. Ludwig is still here, and will be for a few months. I've lost my appetite for anything, and I haven't slept in a few days, despite Luddy's requests. 

  "Hey, come with me to the grocery store, Matthew." Ludwig says calmly. 

  "That's not a suggestion, is it?" I grumbled.

  "Nope," he stated, practically dragging me out of the house. He sat in the driver's seat, and me right beside, watching the raindrops stream down the window, connecting and separating against the dull, grey background. Bright store lights shone through the colorless display, catching my eye. We passed the Wholesale Club, and I turned to Germany questioningly. 

  "We just passed it, Matthew. I'm taking you somewhere else."

  "Where?!" I demanded. I hate going places without knowing where they are... 

  "You'll see soon enough, Canada. It's for your own good." He seemed very concerned. I slumped in my seat and turned back to the gloomy day.  I'll just have to trust Luddy... 

  In about an hour we arrived to a large skyscraper, the dark, monumental building scraping against the lifeless clouds. Ludwig opened my door, and gingerly took my hand to led me inside. Kuma-jabba followed us. The automatic doors stepped out of our way, and Luddy and I were sent to the 15th floor. 

  The chrome elevator doors revealed where we were. Across the pristine glass doors, a name. 

     Dr. Szentmiklosi, PH.D - Hours - 7 am to 5pm Daily

  "NO. There is no way I'm going to see a psychologist. I don't need one!" I shouted at the blond German, trying to break my hand free of his tight grip. 

  "Look, Canada. Matthew. I'm worried. In the past week, you've shown many signs of depression. So, you need help." The German was genuinely concerned. After about ten minutes of arguing, I found myself slumped in a scratchy chair in the dull waiting room. Two children were playing with some toys on the floor, the parents looking worried. Why are they here? I wondered. Or is it the parents who are waiting for an appointment? I watched the young boy and girl fight with the plastic dinosaurs.

  "Matthew? The doctor is ready for you," a lady in a uniform, carrying a clipboard chimed. Her voice was like a bell, light but pleasant. I followed her into an office, a few motivational posters littered the beige walls. I took a seat on the couch meant for the patients. Soon after, the doctor walked in. 

  "Hello, sir, I'm Dr. Szentmiklosi. And, as Ludwig has informed me, you must be Matthew Williams?" The woman wore a deep red blouse with black jeans. Her brown hair was tied back in a scrunchie, and her glasses were rectangular in shape. She seems like a nice lady... 

  "Yeah, I'm Matthew." I flopped into the cushions of the couch, laying down. My red hoodie sagged over my limp body. 

  "Well, how have you been feeling?" she inquired gently.

  "The only person who understood me and loved me for who I am just died. How do you think?" 

  "I'm sorry for your loss, Mr. Williams. Would you like to talk about it?" 

  Minutes turned to hours, and I vented all of my rage, fears, anxiety, and depressed into the stranger. She listened intently, and gave advice wherever she could get a word in. I walked out of the room feeling refreshed, yet exhausted. I am going to sleep like a bear when I get home...

-time skip- 

 I crashed into the billowing blankets and sheets, burying myself in a mountain of fluffy warmness. It took not even five minutes for me to drift into sleep. 

 I was standing in a dark, empty room. I could see nothing, but felt a cold wind, and heard a raspy voice. 

  "Look at that freak Matthew. All he ever does is sit alone and draw. What kind of loser has no friends?"

  "Why don't you go kill yourself, cabrón. Make our day."

  Suddenly, the room lightens. No, hallway, lined with lockers and tacky school advertisements. Middle school - the worst years of my life. Suddenly, a guy I've never seen before walks up. He looks... different. Blazing red eyes. Hair white as snow. The albino proceeded to punch the kids who were talking square in the mouth simultaneously. "Francis! Antonio! Leave the poor girl alone! It's not like she chose to be like this." He gestured towards me. "Hey, I'm sorry about them. They are terrible people and aren't as awesome as me. What's your name?"

 "M-Matthew..." I stuttered, afraid of the new person. 

  "Wait, that's a boy's name."

  "I'm a boy..." 

  "Oh, silly me! The awesome Gilbert thought you were a girl! Mein bad!" We talked for a while, and I finally had my first friend. After talking me into going to his place, we stepped out of the school doors. The boy I saw transformed into a man, covered in scars. Instead of a courtyard, we were standing in the middle of a field in a forest, dead bodies piled all around us. "I'm sorry, Birdie.." The Prussian removed his hand from his side, revealing three holes ripped through his chest, gushing blood. He collapsed into the soft blanket of snow. No matter how hard I tried to reach him, I was frozen in place, and could only watch him bleed to death... I screamed in horror, his blood painting the snow a deep red. 

  And I could only watch.