What's On The Inside Matters

Chapter 16

I have braces and on the 13th I had to go to the dentist and afterwards, when I was so close to freedom they said... "Ya got to wear these bands now!" Like bruh, they HURT I can't even eat cake without it hurting... WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY????? I refuse to wear them so I pretend to... even today it's sore... I hate these things... And I keep on getting these reminders from my family. "Grab ur rubber bands!" "Do you have your rubber bands?" "Did you grab your rubber bands?" "Don't forget to grab a pack of rubber bands!!" My sister is next and I feel bad for her... (Not really cuz I'm mean and she stuck magnets to my teeth when I was sleeping... Ow.)

Now I'm gonna type the story instead of ranting about metal, but there will be some ranting about other metal in the story... heh... heh... heh...........................

I own nothing. (Besides my phone I call THE APPLE OF DOOM used to provide music. That's literally what I named it. And my Siri doesn't work so I can't hear the British voice I set up... *Sad face number 8*)

America POV:

"M-Mattie! Something's wrong! Come on!" I yelled as I ran down yet again, another corridor. Sure, I knew that I would have to eat, but right now was the problem with the light blue razor covered in dried blood... in my pocket. I would just have to explain it wasn't mine and look at the others for any suspicious behavior.

"You have got to be kidding me! How many halls are there?!" I yelled again, and down another long tan corridor I go... Until I rammed into something. Either a wall or Russia. I cautiously opened my eyes and rubbed by head while stepping back from the end of the hallway. There was a small dent, but once I turned around, I saw Canada running the other way.

"Mattie! Back here!" I flinched slightly at my voice, that wall sure was hard...

"Eh? America? Where are you?" He called out, looking to his left and right. I took this as a chance to scare him, so I pounced on his back from behind, he jumped and almost punched me in the jaw; I smiled inwardly. It wasn't every day someone scares Canada, the stealth expert.

"I'm right here!" I replied to his question from a few minutes before.

"Why-"

"There's something I need to show you. It's really important."

"Eh? What is it?"

I pulled out the razor and Canada gasped, in worry and a little bit of anger.

"W-Where did this come from?" He asked suspiciously toward his older twin.

"I found it in a bathroom down a bunch of halls."

"How do I know if you really found it? What if it's actually yours and you are just pretending?"

"W-What. Why would I have a razor here?"

"Says the person with 21 suicide attempts. You could be lying! What if you aren't even trying to get better?"

"I-I do and this isn't mine! It belongs to someone else! And why would I show it to you if I was using it?!"

"So you admit it."

"No! I was being hypothetical!"

"Sure. How will you prove it's not yours?"

"I-I don't know! Don't you think you are over reacting? I told you it wasn't mine and since when do I lie?!"

"You lied about your happiness. You never even talk to me anymore! Remember with mom how we would always comfort each other? Always tell each other what was on our minds what happened to that, huh?"