The Hero Complex

Cancer Sucks

I waited for a while, kind of just sitting, and staring at my phone. It was mocking me, and the clock turned four, and the chimes filled my house.

I heard the door open and all my brothers trampled up the stairs. No one really bothers to check up on me, only Peter, from time to time.

"Arthur~!" Peter opened my door,"What's up?"

"Nothing, same thing everyday."

"Oh well, I thought you should know mum picked up more medication for you, and she said you need to take it."

"What's the point, I'm just going to die." I sighed.

"S-stop saying things like that! We love you Arthur! Me, mum, our brothers! We may not act like it constantly, but we do Arthur."

"We are almost broke because of me."

"Well, if I was sick would you try to help me?" Peter asked me, starting to cry.

"O-of course Peter!"

"Well, that's what we are trying to do, but all you do is push us away." Peter sighed, then tried to wipe away the tears.

"Look, I'm sorry Peter, but I'm a lost cause!" I shouted, before walking out, then down stairs. I took a moment to breathe since I ran down so quickly, and I really can't climb stairs to begin with. I walked into the kitchen to see my mum.

"Hello Arthur! Here you go!" She held out her palm to reveal a rainbow assortment of different pills.

"Thanks... I guess." I cupped them and took them all in one shot, with the assistance of a splash of water.

"I love you, and I want you to get better. I've told you this millions of times." She told me, as she stroked my hair.

"I love you too, Mum." I hugged her, then walked out of the kitchen. I walked up back into my room, to see Peter giggling. "What did you do git?"

"This Alfred guy really likes you, do... do you like him back?" Peter asked.

"Well," I blushed,"I do like him... I really like him a lot."

"Good." Peter smiled, then ran to his room.

"GOOD? WHAT DOES 'GOOD' MEAN! BRAT!" I yelled back. I gave up on trying to figure why my brother was so... ugh! I ended up going back to check the message.

I replayed the message," Hello gorgeous, I was wondering if you could help me and Mat-" Alfred said, until someone started crying,"Sorry, Matthew is kinda having a meltdown..."

I turned off the recording, and traveled back down the stairs. I took a fiver, then hollered,"Mum! I'm taking the car!"

"Okay!" She yelled back cheerily.

After grabbing the keys, then walked out of our standard blue house. I speed walked to our greenish grey mini-van, and hopped in (quite literally) then dragged the cannula in too.

I remembered the route I took not too long ago. I followed the twists and turns of the roads. After a good fifteen minutes, I arrived in Al's driveway. I knocked on the door, to see a sleep-deprived Mr. Bonnefoy.

"Bonjour, Arthur... The boys," He let out an exasperated sigh,"The boys are down stairs..." A cry echoed through the house,"Oh cher..."

"Alright, thanks!" I walked in, and looked around. All these little knickknacks around, from all around the mmmworld. Spain, Germany, Italy... many of them, except England.

I walked down the basement stairs, along with my cannula. I took a moment to catch my breath on the last stair. I finally walked out, to see Matthew crying his eyes- er eye out.