The Broken Blue-eyed Boy

Knowledge is pain

Nature was so beautifully cruel. All types of nature, not just the outdoors, but human nature as well. The urge to be social was so beautiful yet so unattainable for Alfred. Not a single soul wanted to be near him, not one single soul. The halls were filled to the brim, and the crowds were vast, yet all moved away from the chubby boy. Eat step seemed to send earthquakes towards other students which caused ripples of whispers and laughter to fill the crowd. Fingers pointed and eyes stared as the chubby boy waddled down the hall. His thighs were pressed together and his stomach bulged out and pooled into the lack hoodie he wore. The sleeves were pulled down as far as they could go and the hood was up. Teachers glanced but said nothing as he made his way to the cafeteria. His fingers dig into his palm in an attempt to quell his already raging emotions. Embarrassment filled him from just mere walking down the halls, yet it was only the beginning to a disgustingly dark day. Tears pricked his eyes behind the black, broken frames he wore. The lens were thicker than him, almost. Chatter seemed to die out as he finally made it into the war zone. Alfred shuffles his way into the line, getting the slop they called food for breakfast. He then tip-toed his way to some chairs in the corner until he was interrupted,

"Hey fat ass!" An eerily familiar British accent called. Arthur, Arthur james Kirkland, his former best friend. After a fallout and chorusing from his brother and father, the British boy began bullying him as well. Mathew hated Alfred, and so did their father. He called Alfred a disgrace and claimed he never should have been alive, but what would one expect when you're the son of a cheater, not that Alfred would know. "Getting some more food to stuff your gullet? God you're such a bloody pig! Honestly, your body is 90% lard and 10% idiotic." Arthur smirked devilishly when he saw alfred turn his head to hide his tears and watched as his nails dig into the plastic tray harshly. It hurt even more coming from a friend, well, a former friend. Alfred glanced back and dragged his eyes across the line of people there. Mathew, Francois, Arthur, Yao,  and Ivan. Oh god how he loved Ivan. Alfred and Ivan had been the closest of friends and often talked about random things all day, however, when Arthur switched along with the others, Ivan followed. His once best friend became his greatest enemy. Mathew has taken everything from him yet he couldn't hate his brother.

Alfreds hands were trembling as he held back tears, his face flushing as he listened to them insult him. He already knew these things! Couldn't they tell him things he didn't know? Why did they have to remind him daily that he's a useless fat ass that nobody loves. He knew that he'd never find love and that hed die alone. He knew that he was simply a waste of life, so why did they remind him?! Why couldn't they give him a break? Why must they torture him daily?! Why why WHY-

Alfred knew why.

He knew all along. It was because Alfred deserved it. He deserved all the pain and hatred that came his miserable way, so he stood and waited it out. A few seconds passed and somehow he ended up on the floor, his face in the slop and a foot pressing against the back of his head. Alfred was crying into the mess on the floor as laughter rang out all around. The whispers sounded like screams. His vision was blurred with tears and panic. What was going on? Why was he like this? Why couldn't Alfred breathe? Wait, he didn't know what was happened. Alfred was shaking more than usual, he seemed lost and confused. It was all so much. Too much. Alfred clawed at his hair when he realized it. Alfred was having a panic again. He didn't know how to stop it, and by the looks of it, neither did any of his previous friends. They all seemed shocked and confused, Arthur stepping back from Alfred to stare at him. Alfred wheezed snd tried to pull air into his empty lungs yet he couldn't.

Ivan glanced around the group like he wanted to say something yet voiced nothing. Arthur took a few moments to whisper to the rest of them before deciding they'd come back later when Alfred wasn't being a 'spaz'. The bell soon rang and it seemed loud enough to make the poor boy deaf as he laid on the floor in a mess. Everything always got worse, even when it seemed like they couldn't.

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A/N: sup guys! Chapter one is out! I'll be updating this one weekly and I'll put out the next book soon! Hopefully within the next few weeks if I'm able to!