WARNING: This is a Yaoi fanficion. If you don't like it, don't read. Thank you!

"Well if it isn't the flaming Limey." Arthur froze. Damn it! Not this again! Staring straight ahead, he tried to figure some way out of the situation, but to no avail.

"Hey!" someone behind him grabbed him; he spun. Three massive football players loomed over him, sneers on their faces.

Alright, just stay calm. Don't show them you're scared and you'll be fine.

"Oh sorry, I wasn't listening." Arthur smirked. "You see, I try not to associate myself with your kind."

The tallest towered over him. "What did you say, fag?"

"You don't understand? Well, let's see here…I try to avoid idiots with such dull minds that it's a miracle they're able to function at all."

"You…" the third boy snatched Arthur up by the hair and threw a fist to Arthur's stomach, knocking the wind out of him. He cringed in pain as they threw him to the ground. They walked towards him, laughing at his misery. Arthur braced himself, hoping it wouldn't be as painful as last time.

"Hey guys! What's up?" An overly cheerful voice rang out. Arthur glanced up to see a tall boy standing behind his attackers.

"What do you want, Jones?"

"I was just wondering what you're doing. Apparently, it's a good thing I found you when I did." The tall boy glanced down at Arthur.

Arthur stared awestruck at the boy. What the hell was he doing?

"Do you want to join in the fun or what?" the second boy asked as the three turned away from Arthur.

The boy caught Arthur's eye, obviously trying to tell him something. Arthur couldn't tell. But what he could tell was the bullies were distracted. He wasn't going to let this chance pass him by. Picking himself up, he fled the alleyway. He ran to the dorms as fast as his legs could carry him. After fumbling with his key for a moment, he hurried into his room, slamming the door behind him.

Arthur walked idly through his small sanctuary, grabbing his stuffed unicorn, Uni. He held Uni tight as he flopped on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Why did that guy do that? Why did he help him? No, he couldn't have meant to help him. It was just a coincidence that he showed up, right?

His thoughts were interrupted as a sharp pain that shot through his body. He thought he'd be used to it by now. In the month he had been at this new school, he already had people out to get him. Ever since word spread of his love for faeries, reading, and whatnot, the school's boys never ceased attempting to humiliate him. By now, the whole school assumed he was a fag with no friends. He hugged his knees to his chest, burying his head in his arms. Well, it's no wonder they think I'm gay. I love unicorns for Christ's sakes! If I was anyone else, I would think the same.

Hey, fairy! What the hell is up with your bushy-ass eyebrows?

Shut up.

You're so queer! No wonder you don't have any friends.

Stop it!

Go back to England, you useless Limey.

Oh god!

His mind was filled with words of unbearable ridicule, overwhelming him.

He knows what will make it stop.

Arthur rushed into the bathroom, leaving Uni sitting on his bed. Reaching under the sink, he sighed in relief as he pulled out what he needed desperately; a fresh blade. The voices in his head were all but screaming now. He rolled up his sleeve.

The blade wiped out all ridicule. All his anguish disappeared. Arthur watched as his arm dripped with blood. He smiled as he felt his misery drip from his arm onto the cold bathroom floor. Sighing, he closed his eyes, laying his head against the wall. He felt nothing but the bite of the razor. He was numb.

And he let himself drift off into peaceful oblivion.

Hey guys! Thank you so much for reading! This is my first fanfiction ever so I'm still working on chapter length and everything, but I'm really excited about the whole thing! By the way, I know it's a really depressing way to start out a story, but I promise it'll get better. It was just essential to add this part to further the story. 3