𝓕 𝓞 𝓡 𝓖 𝓞 𝓣 𝓣 𝓔 𝓝

The 50 attempts at death

Authors warning: hello stars this is a chapter that will have a lot of dark mentions. I do not encourage these actions or recommend trying any of these out as this is just for the purpose of entertainment and enjoyment. I hope you all are well and this chapter will not influence you to do things you should never do. Thank you for your time and enjoy the chapter

(Americas POV)

I was at my house watching as the minutes passed by and how every minute of time there was a new cut on my arm....

After about 20 minutes I went to go bandage my arm up and put on a baggy long sleeve shirt to cover up the scars mainly because I don't want to be sent back to a mental hospital again

I felt infuriated with myself for not being there for Poland when his last attempt happened and I felt even more frustrated when I heard that Russia is in the hospital because he shot himself in the fucking head! He always told me he was fine and wasn't struggling anymore! But I found out he's been lying to me for years and this isn't even his first time in the hospital!

He's in the hospital because of my previous attempts and he felt awful that he couldn't help me so he did this!

I feel so angry at myself and I just want to bang my head against the wall until I fucking die so that's what I will do

I bang and bang and bang my head against the wall until I start seeing black

I want to go dead I want to see my blood on the floor....i want to feel my final breath i want to die and i want to die so badly

Death is my path now....that I will follow

I fell so angry at myself for causing Russia pain

So at last I will go into a long sleep...a sleep that lasts....forever

(Nobody's POV)

America bangs his head until there's blood and then he collapses to the ground, he's not unconscious just yet. For his final act he grabs a knife and stabs himself repeatedly in the stomach

...

Russia wakes up from his deep coma, he sees he's in the hospital and his head hurts a lot. Germany is beside him happy Russia is awake.

"Russia are u ok?" Germany asks, "I guess... Honestly I'm sad that this attempt failed... "

"Well this news is going to make you feel worse... Because of your attempt America attempted... And now he's also in the hospital"

"WHAT!! IS HE GOING TO BE OK?!!"

"the doctors said he lost a lot of blood and he might not make it... There is a possibility he could make it out alive..."

Russias eyes widen in shock.......

"The injures he caused on himself....
Were bad..... I'm sorry Russia"

"He attempted because of.... Me...... "

"I'm sorry Russia....."

(Polands POV)

I was on my bed cutting my arm when I realized I cut too deep, I started to panic a bit seeing blood rushing out of my arm but then I just put a bandage and put on a baggy hoodie

I'll just continue cutting on my thighs then.

I cut until I just can't feel anymore and I bandage my wounds up.

Just at that moment I heard my doorbell ring. I got up from my room to go see who it was

And standing right there before me was....Germany ....

He spoke with a low and shallow like voice.

"Before you slam the door on me, I just want to tell you America is in the hospital due to an attempt..."

"WHAT?!!" I shout in shock....i started to feel so bad because I wasn't there to stop him....if I would of just gotten up from my bed to go see him instead of being a cutting depressed freak I would've saved him....but i didn't

Germany looked at me for a moment before leaving. Of course he would everyone did....

I went to the kitchen to grab a knife and stab myself, i didn't realize i left the front door open until Germany walked back in and he saw me on the kitchen floor about to stab myself.

I've never seen a person sprint so quickly just to talk to me. He snatched the knife out of my shaken hands and he gave me a hug...... I hadn't felt the feeling of a hug in such a long time I couldn't help but cry into his shoulders

I sobbed my heart away, it felt good to have Germany back by my side being my only comfort right now. I never realized how bad I needed this

It felt good to cry. But the reminder that America might not survive was killing me and I wanted to join him...

I hugged Germany for a few hours until i started falling asleep. He lifted me up and carried me to the couch and laid me down, he then took a blanket and put it on me while sitting near my head.

A few hours later I woke up. Germany was still there bedside me. Why didn't he leave?

Why am I special now?

(Authors notes: sorry it took so long for me to post a new chapter my motivation has been bad along with my mental health. It's affecting my energy levels and my passion to write so bare with me because sometimes it's going to take a little while for me to update Forgotten. Thanks for 100 reads)