Unnoticed..? (statehumans)

~Aftermath~

No one seemed to notice the bloody bandages peeking out from under my sleeve.

Good.

-TIME SKIP 4 YEARS LATER-
-April 9, 1865-

-Wisconsin POV-

It's over. Its finally over! Four long years of war and it's over! We won! I thought it would never end! No more suffering! Slavery has been abolished!
The Confederates surrendered to us after so many things happened. They must've run low on supplies or got bored fighting, because they surrendered to us! It's been so long since I've felt accomplished. Now we just gotta hope that they dont rise up, or another war doesnt break out. I was accompanied by my friends, Min-Min, Mich, and Iowa at the park. We were getting some fresh air knowing we won. We found Yorkie and his friends at the park too. We all decided to go to some restaurant together in celebration of winning. I will say, Min-Min's been acting weird lately. Like he's less energetic and happy. He's been more down in the dumps it's kinda getting me worried. But he's been laughing with us, so I assume it's just from what he's seen in the war. The restaurant we went to was of course, McDonald's. Where else would we go? We're in America. It's just what we do. We all ordered Big Macs - who knew we all liked the same burger? - ate, and left. We all walked back home. Min-Min hung back a few feet behind us which is strange behavior for him, but whatever, I wont question it. Like I said before, he just needs time to recover from the war. He did get hit pretty hard, so it would only be natural he'd stay away from everyone.

Right?

-New York POV-

We got back home from McDonald's. All 30 - something states are back under one roof, so that's good! Everyone's gonna be 'off' for the next couple months since the war just ended. But I think Min-Min's been acting the weirdest out of all of us. I did notice his bandages, because we share a room, but I'm too afraid to ask why he has them, so I assumed they're from the war. We all got hurt from that. Even Texas. I walked up to a depressed looking Minnesota.

"Hey, you okay?" I asked him calmly.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he said in a monotone voice. He's obviously not okay. I just wish he'd open up and not be a whole a$$ tsundere about it. Other wise, I cant help him.

"Okay," I sighed. I got up from the couch and walked from the living room, through the dining room, up the steps, to our room. It was getting late, so I headed to bed thinking about what Min-Min's hiding under those bandages and if he knows that some of us have noticed his strange behavior.

-Minnesota POV-

I sighed. I got my lazy a$$ off the couch and walked to my bedroom, my arms crossed. I'm glad that the war is over, I just cant the overwhelming feeling that I started it out of my head. Everyone's been asking me if I'm okay recently, so I assume they've noticed my depressive state. Its starting to get annoying, but I'm glad they still care. I've actually noticed myself that I've been growing distant from my group ever since the beginning of that war. Cutting has become a normal thing for me now. I dont even try to stop the blood anymore when I cut. I will say I've been cutting down on cutting since nearing the end of the war, probably because I realized that the war would be over and no more states would be hurt more anymore because of me. The cuts dont even hurt anymore and I'm pretty sure I need stitches for some of them. I dont care. I'm not suicidal, I've just become a masochist, looking for pain. I roll up my sleeves, take off the bandages and look at my scars. Some of them are still red and fresh. Some are old, discolored, and fading away. I smirk upon seeing the many scars across my arms. Let's do more. THE MORE THE MARRIER, AM I RIGHT?

-one cut-

-two-

-three-

-four--

I hissed at the pain on the fourth one, then grinned as the blood ran down my forearm. I put the bandages back on careful to not wake the sleeping New York, and go to bed, the pain on my forearm growing more intense, to the point to where it feels really hot. I love the pain. Gosh I sound like I'm going crazy. I started crying. Not from pain, nor from nightmare. Just the fact that I'm losing everyone I care about ever so slowly, and its killing me inside. Hate to say it, but I'm afraid of being all alone. That's also a reason for cutting. Sorry Swiss, Mich, Iowa, Yorkie..everyone else, I'm sorry. God, sounds like a suicide note. It's not. I'm just sorry to anyone that figures out what I'm doing or what I've done. I cry myself to sleep. Again. Like every other night.

"U-Urs-s-äk-ta-a.."

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Hello readers! I'm so sorry for this failed attempt at angst! I'm also sorry for not posting yesterday, had a full schedule and didn't have time! Ursäkta (Pronounced ur-shack-tuh) means I'm sorry in Swedish. He knows lots of languages because of the immigrants he gets, they get Scandinavian immigrants so he knows swedish (also cuz I know swedish, T-T) Have a great day my sweet and sour, misunderstood shadowlings!

You: Er....what?

Did you get my fanders joke? Sorry lol. Adjo (bye)~!
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