(Oneshot) You were extremely depressed. You hated your life, and you had scars on your wrists and hospital records to show for it. You went to a school where everyone seemed to ignore you. You felt like no one needed you. You felt unwanted. You felt unloved. You did have some five friends that were guys, and you even had a crush on one of them, Lukas Bondevik. They were there for you, but it still didn't seem to help your situation. Things had escalated and gotten worse. You were starting to think about actually ending your life, not just cutting to the point of having to be rushed to the hospital. You wanted to end it all and not ever come back. (I don't own you, Hetalia, Norway, or the picture. I own the storyline.)