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British North America(Canada)'s POV:

1801 9th January Friday

...**-*9pm*-**...

North America couldn't sleep last night, it was hard.
His brother was starved, locked in a closet with horrible wounds and a horrible disorder that can cause him to kill himself.
They all had their own closets. Each in different places. That was the most neutral non biased punishment in the house. North America, just as often as New Holland gets starved, get beat then thrown in my closet for a while then beat again and repeat. Thirteen Colonies would often be chained very tightly to the point it hurt his limbs, and then thrown in his closet. New Zealand was often whipped, then thrown in his closet. Confederate would be starved and whipped interchangeably, and like the others thrown in the closet. Well even though everyone got all the same punishments as eachother UK just preferred specific ones more. Everyone got whipped, starved and chained but she chooses one punishment to use on each of the the most.

North America hoped dearly that New Holland won't have any infected cracks when he's allowed out. It happens often, but it's painful to deal with, for him physically, and North America mentally.

North America tucked his siblings into his bed, and slept on the edge of the bed incase their mother threw another glass bottle at them. He also had a broom next to his bed, cause believe it or not when New Holland fell onto the shards, it was anything but the first time that happened.
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Finally, he drifted of to sleep.

"Where are you?"

"Wh-what?" I tried looking around to see who was speaking, it sounded like New Holland.

"W-why can't you save me!"

I turned around and saw Holland huddled up in a ball crying covered in blood and those "love" bites.

I tried running to him.
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I couldn't run.
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I tried calling to him.
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No sound came out.
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Holland let out a loud cry.
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He was cracking.
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He was dying...
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I called out to him.
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He kept cracking. Piece by piece he was falling apart. Pieces of him  fell and disintegrated like snow.
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I kept calling out to him.
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He didn't reply.
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I called for my other siblings.
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The dark room we were in faded black.
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"You can't save me. You never could and never will be able to." New Holland whispered.
The whispers echoed, overlapping each other until you couldn't hear what they said.
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I called for my siblings.
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"Büṯ ŋœbøḏÿ çæmę."

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...**-*6am*-**...