Trigger warning: blood

His first reaction was to take scissors and cut it off. But every time he tried to cut a stitch, pain flared through his forearm so intensely, it felt like sawing his arm off with a rusty chainsaw. But he wanted it off.

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he kept cutting through stitches. After a while, he stopped. He cut the stitches around his wrist already. Where the felt attached to skin, blood was coming out in a heavy flow.

"Vinny!" He screamed, starting to cry. "Vinny, I need you!" He had his other hand clamped around his wrist, even though the blood soaked into the velvet material. That would be hard to clean later on.

Thunk, bang, draaag. The oldest was there in a minute.

"What is it, Matt?" Vincent stopped, horror etched on his disfigured face when he saw blood pouring from his little brother's wrist. "Oh my god."

He was gone again. Thunk, bang, draaag. Vincent came back with rolls of gauze and some sewing supplies.

"How the fuck did this happen?" Vincent demanded, threading the needle.

Matthew sniffled. "I don't know."

"Okay, I ain't gonna tell Dad, but if this happens again, I will. Got it?" Vincent started to sew the wound together.

Matthew watched him, whimpering in pain when the needle went into his skin. And oddly enough, when the needle went into the felt. Finally, his older brother was finished, and wrapped gauze around the area.

"Don't fuck around with that thing, you got it?" Vincent pointed at his wrist. "Or I swear on our mama's yeezys, I will send your stupid ass to the hospital."

"Fine, fine, jeez." Matthew wondered if Vincent had an alter in the other world. Was he nice? Could he walk normally?

That can wait. For now, he had to tell Ahaki about this new world he discovered. And maybe wash his hands.

"I'll be back for lunch." Matthew was already leaving.

"And where the fuck are you going?" Vincent grabbed the back of the hoodie Matthew wore overnight.

"Out. Vinny, I'll be okay."

Vincent gave him a look. "You better not come crying to me if you get hurt."

"Fine." Matthew left the house.

Matthew had begun to walk down the dirt path when he felt something grabbing his shoulder and dragging him into the bushes. He squeaked before someone clamped a hand over his mouth.