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“Achoo!” A light sneeze echoed around the room, its source from a little blond alchemist who was lying down in bed. Edward Elric had a cold. Since his brother Alphonse was out getting more medicine for Edward, you had to look after the young alchemist yourself. You received a call from the armored boy that certain long-haired blond was sick with a bad cold, and that he needed someone to take care of him while Al was out getting more medicine. That ‘someone’ that Al was talking about was you. Though, in actuality, you were just sitting on the bed opposite of Edward, reading an exciting book. “Bless you,&rdq

what is it like not to hurt I don't remember I am not alone any more but I feel worse then when I was my heart hurts why I feel sick what’s wrong with me I don't want to leave my house the thought scares me but I miss it when I don't writing is my only escape some times only my keyboard will listen its the only thing that really knows how I am feeling but what is it worth if nobody knows and nothing changes I am a mess covered with scars who would need a broken girl I suffer in silence because if they heard my thoughts it would kill them so busy trying to be strong for everyone els that I am killing myself I am dieing s