Secrets {A Rusame story}

Chapter 15

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America's POV
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   I rushed home, completely forgetting that I could just call my mother and tell her where I was. I swear I'm a goddamn idiot sometimes. Finally, I made it back, and not too sweaty I might add. I walked in, slightly hesitant. My mother was working, but my aunt was there. Not going to lie, she was very entitled. "And just where have you been mister?!" I gulped, she sounded just like my father. "I was with Russia-" She cut me off, very obviously pissed. "WHY WERE YOU WITH THAT COMMUNIST?!" I bit my lip, trying not to cry. "He is not a communist, and I was with him because he's my bo-best friend" I corrected myself, hoping she didn't notice. Unfortunately, she did. " 'Boyfriend'?! The United States Of America, I will not have any relative of mine in love with a communist!" She screamed. "It's no wonder your father doesn't love you!" I started trembling at the mention of him. I don't like it when people bring him up, we'll at least, not in that context. "Go to your room! You're grounded!" She yelled again. I walked to mine and Canada's room, tears running down my face. "AND I FORBID YOU TO EVER SEE HIM AGAIN!" I couldn't take it anymore, I grab a razor of mine, the only one I had left, and began to cut. I cut more than I ever had before. My the end of it There was blood, MY blood all over the floor. I was sad, scared, confused, frustrated, angry. I pulled out my phone and texted Russia, feeling he was the only one who could help.

                                  Hey...-Ame
RUSS: hey is something wrong?
             My aunt said some things about me being with you last night              - Ame

Russ: you didn't hurt yourself did you?
                                No... -Ame
Russ: America
                          It's fine Russia, it's not your problem anyway                                           -Ame

Russ: if it's your problem, then it's mine as well
       
    America doesn't want to talk to you anymore communist, he doesn't want to socialize with your kind
-Ame

She took my phone. The fucking bitch. "And you better clean all this blood up too, attention hoggers like you need to learn people don't care about you hurting yourself. She turned on her heel and left. I was shaking, bleeding, crying,  wanting nothing more than to die. I didn't want Canada to worry so I hurried and cleaned the blood. I remember mom put some bandages in my bag just in case, so I grabbed those. I looked down at my arms, they were practically destroyed. Red everywhere. I let more tears fall as I looked to the door and sat on the little chair thingy we have in our room that's next to the window. Just when I thought life was getting better and that I could be happy.

   My mother finally pulled in, maybe she can talk some sense into my aunt. I was about to rush to her but remembered the cuts. I pulled on my red, white, and blue hoodie, and went downstairs. I didn't have the energy to run, so I just kinda walked. Canada came home a while ago, but he hasn't talked to me. I'm not quite sure why. I get downstairs and I see my mother and my aunt talking. "America is this true" she didn't seem happy at all. I didn't think it was that big of a deal. "Umm...is what true?" I asked, not sure what she was referring to. "Oh, I don't know, maybe that you and Russia have been having sex and you hurt yourself completely for attention this time" she was mad, like really mad. "That's not true at all!" I yelled. My aunt smirked. "Then why don't you show her your arms?" She said slyly. I turned around and went straight to my room, even though I'm gay. I slammed the door and grabbed the only thing nobody else knew I had, pills, lots of them. Canada was in there but he wasn't paying attention to me, no doubt she told him the same thing she told my mom. I went into the bathroom and locked it, good thing there was a cup in there. I filled it with water, took out eight pills, making sure I won't come back. I don't want to come back. I just can win, can I? I put them all in my mouth, grab the water, drink it, and swallow. It kind of hurt having them all go down at once, but the pain will be gone soon, very soon. Everything starts to blur, I become very dizzy. I hear something, though I'm not quite sure what it is. There's ringing but that's not what I'm trying to hear. I fall over as everything goes black.