Blood flowed from his wrist to the tile floor. He could feel the life draining out of his body and it caused him to smile. He looked around at all the red staining the floor of his bathroom. "How messy," he said weakly. Closing his eyes he heard the door bell ring, but he was far to weak to even answer back, the bell kept ringing and he smiled. He knew it was to late, whoever it was they came here to late.

"Arthur! I know you're in there! Let me in before I kick this door down!" When Arthur still didn't let him Alfred kicked the door in. Arthur heard the sound of wood cracking, he laughed meekly, his heartbeat was starting to get slower. "Arthur! Where are you?" Alfred was starting to sound worried, as he should. He walked around and happen to go right past the bathroom. That is when he saw the blood then Arthur. Alfred froze with his eyes wide in horror.

"It's so messy. Look, look I got it everywhere," Arthur held out his wrists with a faint smile he laughed and flicked the blood from his fingertips. Alfred ran to his side and held onto the wrists, trying to keep any more blood from gushing out. His pants became sticky wet with all the red on the floor. Arthur face was a ghostly white, death was breathing down his neck. "Your getting yourself dirty, dirty, dirty."

"Don't talk! Damn it Arthur, why?" Alfred said tears rolling down his cheeks. Arthur looked surprised and tried to wipe a tear away but he was too sleepy.

"Because…I'm sick of being alone and being hated by you," He said frowning. Alfred looked at him mortified, he shook his head and cried harder.

"Idiot I don't hate you! Please Arthur you can't die!" Alfred screamed at him, blood flowing from between his fingers, the blood refused to stop. Alfred held them tighter trying to force the blood back in. "I'll go call 911!" He said pulling out his cell phone. It was hard to hold with his hands all wet in a bitter smelling crimson. Arthur closed his eyes his breathing getting slower. Alfred explained everything to the woman on the other line and tried keep his voice clear when saying the address.

"Do you mean it…do you really mean it, what you said," Arthur asked with his eyes closed. Dying was slower then what he thought it would be, it hurt more too, it hurt to see the pain on Alfred's face. Alfred took a hold of the wrists again, keeping a firm pressure.

"Of course! I never hated you Arthur, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Don't die please! Don't die before I can even tell you!" He cried louder the tears burning his eyes.

"Tell me what?" Arthur asked peeking his eyes open. He was struggling to see clearly, everything was going out of focus.

"Idiot I love you! So you can't die, not like this. Please! I love you," Alfred told him and kissed him. Arthur stared to cry also. His heartbeat slowed even more before it stopped. "Arthur! No, no, please god," he held him to his chest and felt the body lose its warmth.

…..

Things I have come to learn while writing. One of them being is that I should never write when I'm in a overly cheerful mood. Yes you read right! I wrote this thing while I was happy. It was a good school day, I had a nice dinner, my favorite song was playing, so I wrote and I ended up with Arthur killing himself.

The worst part is…I was still cheerful afterwards.

Am I a bad person….

I sure am

*insert evil laughter here*