TW; death, mental disorder.
Footsteps echoed down the hallway of feet hitting against the wooden floors. A young blond, around eight years old, with sparkling green eyes. Just behind the boy, another young one, maybe five, who showed some resemblance to the older one.
The younger of the two chased the older in a game as they ran around the halls filled with their giggles. They sounded like, what their mother would call them "a heard of elephants."
As the two ran down the long hallway, Arthur realized how unnaturally long if was. Unlike the normal one, that's long but, it doesn't to take long to reach the end at his speed. However at this point he could still continue to run around the bounding hall.
He payed no attention to this passing it off as just something he hasn't noticed before. He wasn't oblivious but everyone has their days.
One moment, he was running being chased by his younger sparkling blue eyed brother. The next suddenly his eyes were painted over exposing a long white hallway. Not any ordinary long white hallway, but one of a hospital. Someone— most likely a doctor, gripped him as others surrounded him, now beginning to scatter around. This perplexed the blond significantly, wasn't he at home a moment ago? Wasn't he running around and playing with his younger brother Alfred a moment ago.
This is odd
Suddenly a wave of memories flooded over him.
They pushed him back to his room, he walked with solemn and grief. Everyone around him seemed to understand why, staring at him.
How long has he been here? Five months now? That means it's been seven since he... since he wasn't able to see him anymore.
The ten year old went into the room closing the door behind him. Walking past his bed, where a name plate that read "Arthur Kirkland" hung.
Arthur went to the window of his room opening the blinds, taking a seat at a bench. He looked out the window watching the people buzz around it. He sighed leaning his head against the cold glass.
Sighing, as his breath fogged the window when warm met cold.
Quiet snowflakes began falling from the sky. The Brit couldn't help but laugh a little to himself, knowing how much Alfred loved the snow. He remembers a day when the boy had woken him up at five am just to show him. How he missed that young lad so much...
He raised his head to look at the clouds. They reminded him so much of the torture he'd endured. All the pain he caused himself and others, and how much of a murder he is.
Arthur will admit he loves his family. Though they had their ups and downs, they were a better family then anyone could ask for. He was fortunate to have two loving parents who cared for him and each other and were very loving. It was him, his father, his mother, and his younger brother. Arthur took his fathers surname "Kirkland" while Alfred, who his mother insisted, on taking her maiden name "Jones." . When Alfred was first born Arthur remembers how much he adored the idea of being a big brother to someone. Most kids his age would hate having a little sibling but Arthur loved it. The blond was more then ecstatic when meeting the baby. Adored his coo's and everything to his (although disgustingly cute) burps. He loved that boy as they played games down the halls and all over the house. As soon as Alfred could walk they'd be going everywhere. Alfred looked up to Arthur so much, and Arthur always helped Alfred. The two are inseparable. And everyone knew this.
Till one day
The day was normal. The Jones-Kirkland boys as normal were playing together (or Arthur more so showing Alfred how to be a proper gentlemen). Their session being interrupted by their mother coming to the dining table where they sat playing.
