Other Side of The Screen (A Matthias Fanfic) DISCONTINUED

Chapter 3: Family Issues

TRIGGER WARNING: This is a dark chapter at the start! If you're not comfortable, please skip this chapter!

Lily's POV:

Finally, after what seemed like forever, the bus stopped near my house. Hastily shoving my phone in my pocket, I stumbled out of my seat and made my way towards the front of the bus to leave. 

Just when I was almost at the front, I felt something scrape against my leg, causing me to yell out and fall to the steel floor of the bus. Pain radiated through my body as laughter sounded from behind me. My face grew bright red as I scrambled to grab my items and dashed off of the bus,  my classmates laughter ringing in my ears. 

Before I knew it, tears started streaming down my eyes. My breathing started to come in short, quick burst. All I wanted to do was ignore the world. 

Instantly, I began running. And running. And running. I wanted to run and never look back. I wanted to ability to circle the world without a care. I wanted it to be over.

In what seemed like forever, a familiar location came into view. Home. But it was only home for a few more hours, until my siblings, mother, and step-father came home. 

The minute I stepped in the house, I dropped my stuff onto my bed and sat down, letting my mind wander of the incident that had just occurred. The laughter of the kids on the bus played over and over again, mocking me. 

Shakily, I knelt down to look under my bed and saw a shiny blade, begging for me. Giving in, I took it and rested it onto my arm and began running it up and down my wrist. Blood began spilling from the open wounds, causing me to moan from blood loss. It felt wrong to do so, but also right. 

Breathing heavily, I closed my eyes, wanting to ignore the world. Millions of thoughts swarmed my mind. Yes, I was fighting, but I'm losing this war. I'm drowning. I'm in an eternal prison. I'm sick and tired of saying, "I'm fine." I'm done. 

Glancing at my backpack, I looked at the small pieces of paper I had written months ago. They were suicide notes. As I reached out to make sure they were all addressed properly, my hand skimmed across something vibrating.

Instead of reaching for the notes, I went for the vibrating device. It was my phone, vibrating because of Twitter. The screen grew bright, showing a tweet from the only person who could make me truly smile: Matthias.

"GUYS! I'm gonna be at Grand Island High School tomorrow for a little presentation! Come and say hi if you're in the area!" the screen read, showing Matthias' words. Sighing, I looked down at my bloodied arm and blade. My entire arm felt numb, as though it had already given up.

But I haven't. I won't quit. I won't say goodbye. I won't cry. I'm strong. I'm not weak.  I will win this war, no matter the scars I have to create. 

Standing up, I grabbed the bloodied knife and sprinted towards the bathroom. Running it under the sink, I let the water wash off my doings. Once the weapon was shiny and clean, I set it back underneath by bed and grabbed a jacket to pull over my t-shirt, even though it was boiling outside. 

Just as I was making my way back to my room, I heard a loud yelling of high voices and the sound of a door banging. Stiffening up, I hid the knife behind my back as I peered behind a wall, just to see my little brother and sister dashing into the house, arguing about something. 

Quickly putting my blade away, I then walked up to the two of them, angered. The second they saw me, they paused in fear.

"What is it this time?" I asked, folding my arms tightly across my chest.

"Oscar tripped me on the way home!" my little sister Hannah exclaimed, pointing a finger at my little brother, Oscar. They were definitely annoying, which didn't help the fact that they were twins. They did everything together, which didn't help in my case.

"Did not!" Oscar yelled. "You're leg got in the way of my foot!"

"You're lying!" Hannah shot back. 

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Okay, both of you shut up!" I shouted. "Both of you apologize to each other!" They looked up at me first confused, then angry.

"Why should I?" Hannah asked. "It was Oscar's fault!"

"No it wasn't! I was minding my own business!" Oscar cried.

"SHUT UP!" I exclaimed. "Both of you just DROP IT! I'm not dealing with you!" Leaving them befuddled, I stalked off back into my room, slammed the door shut, and locked it. 

Stressed, I sat on the floor and rested my head in between my knees. Multiple knocks sounded on the door, but I ignored them. Glancing in between my fingers, I saw my headphones and laptop, sitting in my YouTube sub box.

Smiling softly, I pulled the portable computer and headset towards me and instantly clicked to Matthias' channel. Every video had the little grey tinted thumbnail that said "WATCHED" in the corner. 

Scrolling to the playlists, I glossed over to the "American Tries Foreign Foods!" with the awkward British candies being first on the list. My finger slid over the track pad and clicked the play button, quickly slipping on the headset. 

"How's it going guys? I am Matthias and TODAY! We, or, well, I, am trying British candies and sweets and snacks and all sorts of good stuff." the video Matthias explained, waving his hands awkwardly in the air. A grin spread across my face. This was nice.

Just a pair of headphones and I can block out the entire world completely. The suspicion of my always drunk step-father coming home lingered in my mind, but he didn't care about me, and I didn't care about him. 

The only thing that I cared about was my happiness from the internet. The world had their backs against me, but the virtual world didn't. And that's all I needed. 

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Sorry for the dark and short chapter. Also, I want to clarify that this is not romance or Matthias X reader. 1. Amanda, Matthias' wife, is in the story and 2. Lily is 16 or so. Just wanted to clear that up, since I've been getting a lot of comment about that. Anyway, thank you all for reading and I will see you laterade!

-Sara