Chapter 2 Staring into the inky substance dripping from my mouth, I cried, knowing it was all I would be able to do. All the pain was still there. A splitting headache threatened to knock me unconscious. Everything was painful. Everything. I wasn’t aware of anything else but Ukraine’s arm around my shoulders. Trembling. I think he spoke. Something not quite as comforting as I had hoped for. “You’ll be okay… You’re gonna be fine… Even if we can’t get any doctors, everything will be ok, Canada.” No doctors? That seemed like my last hope sealing me out to hell. If I could, I sobbed harder. The flow of midnight black liquids began to cease in my throat. I was a bit quieter. I heard Ukraine, panicking most likely. Asking what was happening. The thing I heard most clearly was America. “It was… a while ago. Canada had been taking all the classes he could get. He needed as much as he could get, because UK was on the edge of falling. And I had never seen my brother so stressed.

He stayed up for weeks in a row. He refused to eat until work was done. His only concerns were the people around. His anxiety built. For probably two years. Until one day, He got sick. Really sick. He was stuck in bed for months. Vomiting up everything he ate or drank. The pain in his body would even get so bad he would scream until we gave him painkiller shots. He got better gradually. We’ve called it ‘the accident’ since then.” I heard him for sure, and it only made me all the more miserable. Ukraine seemed too shocked to make a response. I have a feeling that we all worry about the same possibility. What if I don’t get better?

A new day had begun, it was no better than the last. I had been moved to my bed. I hadn’t slept at all. Still vomiting jet black hell. Still sobbing with every beat of my heart. I figured the heartbeats would stop soon enough. I hoped they would, in fact. Ukraine’s presence was my only comfort. But he hadn’t slept either. It was clear. I was being nothing but a burden.

Midnight. I counted the seconds. Nothing else to do. As the ink dripped from my mouth, I watched it swirl and combine with the tears caused by the pain that filled my being. I wanted nothing but death. Ukraine slept next to me. Nobody would notice if I died now. But I don’t have the will to die. Living is torture, and death gives me no chance. I want to disappear. That’s all.

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