Canada X (bullied! Suicidal!) reader

Meeting Matthew!

Your pov
"Hey runt! Where do you think you are going?" Aruna, the most popular girl at school yells at me, with the rest of her 'squad' snickering behind her. "Uh... Well.. I-I'm t-t-trying to uh... You know, uh g-get home." I stutter. "Did I say you could leave?!" Aruna screeches at me. "No..." I mutter. "Grab her. Obviously 'y/n' doesn't know her place." She growls at the other girls. They grab my arms and drag me with them. Kids in the hallway laugh. I notice a boy at the end of the hallway who isn't laughing, but looks worried. Help! I mouth to him. I feel myself being dragged outside. My shoes scrape against the concrete. "Get up, runt." Aruna sneers. I don't do anything. "I said, get up!" Aruna yells. I don't do anything. She growls at me, and tugs my hair. Forcing me to stand. She lets go, and before I know it, I'm being pushed into the ground. Blood trickles down my face. I try to get up. Aruna kicks me. I fall to the ground. She laughs. "Did you guys bring it?" She asks the other girls. They nod, and pull out water balloons. "Don't get up, or I'll make it worse." Aruns says, obviously enjoying herself. I try to get up, and I get hit with a water ballon. That does not have water. Is this... Shaving cream? "I SAID DONT GET UP!!" I keep trying to get up. I'm hit with a shower of balloons with shaving cream, paint and food coloring. I eventually stop. The boy from earlier walks in front of me. "H-hey stop... S-she doesn't deserve that.... W-what did s-she ever do t-to you?" He says quietly. "Who is he? Is that a new student?" The girls question. Aruna walks up to him. "If you know what good for you, you'll stop defending her and come be my boyfriend, cutie." His face turns red. Aaaaand she has him. "N-no..." He says. "Y-you're m-mean..." He says a bit louder. Did somebody just stand up to Aruna? "Oh yeah? Well fine, I didn't want an insecure idiot like you, new kid!" Aruna yells, and pushes him to the ground. She walks away. A different boy with the same face as the other runs up to him. "Matthew! I didn't know you were at school today! What happened?" He asks. "Um.. Well I was defending this girl, she w-was being bullied." He turns to me. "Oh, hey dudette! I'm Alfred, and this is my brother Matthew! Are you ok?" He asks. "Uh... Yeah. Thanks for asking... Alfred. And thank you too, Matthew. Anyways I'm going home." I say to Matthew and Alfred. "WAIT! I... Uh... Was wondering if I could have your phone number? I mean... You are the only person who sees-" I interrupt him. "Sure, I say while writing my phone number on a slip of paper. And realizing my bag is covered in paint, shaving cream and food coloring. "Call me tonight!" I say. Before he can say anything, I run back home, and slam the door closed and lock it. I go in my parents room. Not there. They must be 'out' somewhere. They've been gone a few days though, they should be back in like a week. I wash off everything on my book bag, then take a shower and get in my pajamas. I grab a box underneath my bed. It has a gun and a knife in it. The gun has blood stains on it from previous attempts to use it. I never actually pull the trigger though. Coward, I think. I grab the knife, set it down and put the box under my bed. I take the knife and cut my wrists. It hurts, but I'm used to it. I start crying and keep cutting. It hurts so much, but it's nothing like the pain I put up with at school. I hear my phone ring. Unknown caller. I pick it up. "Hello?" I say while sniffling. "Y/n, what's wrong?" I hear Matthew say. "Oh nothing, I just *sniffle* fell down the stairs and landed on my arm, so it hurts." I lie. I look in the mirror. Blood is dripping down my arms and hitting the floor. "Hello? Y-y/n?" Matthew says sounding disappointed. "Sorry. What did you say?" I ask. "W-well, I, uh... Wanted to... Um.. K-know if maybe I could spend the night Saturday, since I have no friends and I-" I interrupt. "Sure, *sniffle* I'll text the address, come over at 8. See you then." I hang up.
Matthew's pov
"Wait-" I say before she hangs up. Hmmm. "Kumajiro, do you think y/n feels the same?" I ask my little bear. Kumajiro shrugs. I get a text message with y/n's address. It says:
My address is ___________. See you on Saturday! :)
~time skip to the next day brought to you by Kumajiro, the polar bear we all love~
Your pov
I walk through the halls, with kids snickering at me. My bag is stained with tons of colors, and it's spring and I'm wearing a sweater. I try to walk through big crowds of kids so Aruna can't find me. "Hey, runt!" She calls out. Uh oh. I've been spotted. I start walking away, to be grabbed by Aruna. "Hey loser. What's up with the sweater?" She tries to pull up my sleeve. I slap her. "Stop i-it." I say nervously. "Oh, you're gonna get it, you- YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF TRASH!!" She says. Her friends laugh. She grabs my arm, and her friends also grab me. They take me outside. "Hmmm, what should we do?" She asks. "Oh, I know! Let's tie her to a tree!" She exclaims happily. I groan. "You have the rope, right?" She asks her 'friends'. One of them nods and pulls it out of their purse. Some people outside are staring and laughing. They all grab me and pull me towards a giant tree. I struggle, but one of them slaps me. We get there and Aruna smiles. "Alright, don't struggle, or I'll make it worse for you." Oh how I wanted to die. She takes the rope and ties my hands together. I struggle and her friends kick me. I stop. She ties the other end of the rope to a branch. I'm now hanging in the air by my hands. She takes a smaller rope, and then ties my feet together. I try to kick her, but her friend hits me with a bat. "LOOK! A piñata!!" Aruna yells while laughing. She pulls out her phone and takes a picture. Her friends do the same. "This is SO going on Instagram." She says, then giggles. I WANT TO DIE I WANT TO DIE I WANT TO DIE! I think. (A/N: you are only like two feet in the air btw) "Alright, let's go. But remember y/n,  you shouldn't be alive. Nobody likes you. Just die. Also, 'good job' covering the cuts on your wrists. I look at my wrists to find my sweater sleeves are rolled down. I sigh. Aruna and her friends walk away laughing.
~time skip to like idk 2 hours later brought to you by the tree~
I struggle. It's no use. Nobody cares I'm here. All that anybody passing by has done is laugh, and Aruna's gonna see me here tomorrow and probably hit me with a bat, or something cruel. My stomach growls. It's probably lunchtime. Atleast Aruna isn't torturing me like normal. I hear somebody whistle. It's no use but I yell for help to see if they'll help me. "Help! Somebody... Please! Help me!" The whistling stops. I sigh. I hear a gasp. "Y-y/n?!" I hear Matthew say. "Hi...." I grumble. "L-let me help you get down!" He says in his usual quiet voice. "I'll be right back!" He says. "Ok..." I say, doubting he'll come back alone. He's probably gonna tell the whole school I'm tied to a tree.
~a few minutes later~
Matthew runs back, huffing. He brought scissors. Look at that. I have a friend. He cuts the ropes holding my feet, and then climbs the tree to cut the other rope. I fall to the ground, and he gets out of the tree. "Are you ok?" He asks. "Y-yeah. Can you cut the rope off of my wrists?" He notices the cuts on my wrists. "Y/n, did you do this to yourself?" He asks after cutting the rope. I nod, and burst into tears. I cry into his shoulder. "Well, look who it is!" A familiar voice says. Aruna.
DUN DUN DUN!! Poor reader-chan!