I Just Need Some Time Alone (Rewrite) (completed)

chapter 9

   Although Alfred had been trying to get better, he realized he couldn't. He tried so hard for so long to get better but here he was, depressed and feeling worse then ever. He couldn't continue like this, no one could. nothing would get better for him. Not here at least, maybe in the after life hw could be happy. He could be with Hero, Davie, anyone else he was close but lost one way or another over the years. He could be reunited with them.  He would no longer be the united states of america, land of the free, home of the brave. He would just be Alfred. f .Jones, a 5'9 blond American, that at one point was happy and extroverted, who use to go to bed with his face aching because he was smiling to much. He had finally made a plan to off himself once and for all.

   Alfred wrote out the final letter he would ever write in this life. His smile was present distracting him from what was to come. He shoved the note into his pocket, he didn't want to lose it. he started his walk to the bridge. He wore his bomber jacket. he treasured this item and wanted it to be the  last thing he ever wore. Walking toward the railing, he looked down. He smiled knowing things were finally going to be over. He stepped on to the railing . The few people around him taking notice and rushing over to him , others calling for help. He took the gun out of his jacket putting it to his head he gave one last smile. 

   The bullet lodged itself deep into his head. His body went limp falling into the water below him. He was free. Free from the stress, free from the other nations, free from his disgusting physical body, free from everything. He wouldn't wake up this time. He was relived by that knowledge. He knew the other nations would find out and he really didn't care he didn't want them to even acknowledge his death in anyway. he wanted them to ignore him. He was finally going to be happy, they should be happy for him.

   Alfred's eyes opened, his body felt as though it was floating. For the first time in yeas he felt energized and full. His eyes then went wide as he looked around. This room looked familiar yet unrecognizable at the same time. He got up walking to the the only door. He opened it walking into the unusually warm hallway. While walking he looked into the mirror. He noticed his body didn't look like the fat disgusting blob it did before, instead his bod had gained back its muscle. His eyes had life to them again. His face and hair looked clean for the first time in months. He continued walking . He got to the stairs and made his way down. There in the living room he saw Hero. He also saw the ancients, Rome, Germania, etc. ( I don't remember the rest of their names.) So he really did die. When they all noticed him, they went up to him, asking questions. When they found out what happened they felt bad no one that young should have to go through something like that. 

   Hero went up to him greeting him, and pawing at his face slightly in disappointment. Alfred was just a child in their eyes. He shouldn't have felt the way he did, he didn't deserve to feel the way he did, but seeing that he was happily playing with hero they decided that as long he was happy here that was what matters. 

( This chapter is going to be the last. I just want this to be over with and although I was planning on having more chapters I'm not going to write anymore. This is finished and thank you to everyone who actually read this trash.)