Hello. I am here with a new story for you and I have several already lined up in waiting. This is going to be somewhat of a depressing story, but it will all be worth it! This is in Lovino's P.O.V.

I sit on my bed in my dark and cold room, seemingly forgotten. Soft piano music drifting into my ears from the music room. It could always be heard no matter where you were in the house. The music was usually very joyous. Though on occasion music full of what seems to be annoyance and anger can be heard.

Roderich, my care taker, was almost always the one on the piano. Though on some occasions Feliciano, my brother, can be heard playing as well. But never me. My hands must never touch the piano. I will only ruin the beautiful sounds of music with my harshness and bitter soul. That is what Roderich has told me at least.

I scoff as I get out of bed and put on my coat and shoes. I open my window only to be assaulted by the dry, winter air immediately. I lean out and reach out for the tree branches by my window. Slowly making my way down to the ground. Once I make it there I go to the forest at the edge of our yard. Entering without caution.

After about an hour of traveling I make it to a clearing. My fingers already feel slightly numb and my ears and nose are red from the cold. I don't let any of that bother me though. I look up at the sky as snow begins to fall. Snowflakes fly all around me as I close my eyes. A soft melody falling from my lips.

I let out all of the pain and sorrow that I feel. All of the bitterness inside of my soul escapes into the bitter cold. My faces chills as the tears run down my face. But I do not notice any of this. The only thing I notice is the feeling of peace that begins to fill my heart. The weight of the world, all of my troubles, finally off of my shoulders.

But I know that this feeling is only temporary. Soon, I will have to return home. I will have to return to my cold care taker and my perfect little brother. I will have to go back to school only to hear harsh words and mocking laughter. Why did I have to be made the way I am?

I should be more like my brother. That is what I am told day after day. I should be more like Feliciano. I should be happy, kind, talented, cute, graceful and friendly. But I am none of those things. I can't paint like him. I can't make friends like him. I only make messes when I try to clean. I stumble over my words and curse in embarrassment. Roderich won't even look my way these days.

I hear a snapping sound come from behind me and my heart begins to race as I silence myself. But when I turn around there is nothing to be seen. I let out a sigh of relief. "It was probably just an animal," I mumbled to myself. Reaching up I wipe my tears with my sleeve. "I guess I should get home before I anger Roderich any more than I already have."

The sky continues to grow darker as I walk home. By the time I get back it is time for dinner. I quickly climb back up the tree to get into my room, knowing that they would call me down soon.

As soon as I put my shoes and coat away I hear my bedroom door open. I look behind me to see Roderich standing there with his cold gaze locked on me. I stand up straight and bite on my lip softly. "I called you down to eat five minutes ago. What is taking you so long?" He asked. His voice screaming that he was suspicious.

I huff and cross my arms. Making sure to put on my best pissed off face. "I was looking for something to wear. You know I wear minimal clothing when I take a siesta," I lie.

Roderich sighs and rubs his temples. "No wonder you look like you are getting sick. Don't take a nap with your window wide open. It is freezing outside. I didn't think you were this stupid. But you have proved me wrong yet again."

My heart feels a stab of pain as he talks. Though I was glad he believed my lie I was hurt by what he thought of me. I shouldn't be surprised though. His words to me are never kind. Not since the day he took me and my brother in.

I follow him downstairs without a word. There is no point in trying to change his mind about me. He will always like Feliciano better. He will always think of me as a mistake. As someone he should get rid of. He probably would have by now if it weren't for Feli. My brother is the only one who likes me for who I am. It is a shame that I resent him so much. But I can't help it.

I sit down and clasp my hands together. We say our prayers and thank the lord for our meal that Feli had prepared. It was pasta of course. It was the one thing he made whenever he got a choice. I ate my meal quietly as my brother talked animatedly about his new painting that was being put into a museum. Roderich was impressed of course. Commenting that at least he had one "son" that did something with his life. "You would think that Lovino would have made himself useful by now seeing as he is older than you," he told Feli.

Those words were unfair to say the least. Feliciano was a prodigy. At only ten years old he is already painting at a professional level. How could Roderich compare him to a prodigy?

I stand up and push my plate away from me. "I think I have lost my appetite," I mumble as I walk away. I can hear my caretaker yelling at me and my brother questioning my behavior. But I ignore them. Perhaps I should have stayed gone instead of coming back. I will never be good enough here.