Each morning is a challenge for Matthew. He wakes, brushes his blond hair, attempts to tame an unfair lock that always decides to stick out. He would brush his teeth, stroke the head of his stuffed bear and smile at it. He would make his bed neatly, before getting dressed in a flannel and a pair of jeans, before getting his bag and heading off for school.
He had an alright time getting out of the house, but once he left his artistic sanctuary, he was road kill.
Opening the door this morning he was greeted by a gust of wind. He felt his hair blow in front of his eyes, he frantically brushed it out of his eyes as he was immediately shoved to the side. He stumbled catching himself on the wall. "Sorry little bro! I am gonna be late today! I have to get coffee.." His brothers voice trailed off into an unintelligible mumble as he got into his car and drove off.
"Wait…" Mattie mumbled as the car began to drive off,"You're my ride…" He mumbled before huffing and tightening his backpack on his shoulders before heading himself over to the bus stop.
He looked at his converse and frowned intently.
Maybe one day it would be a good morning.
He walked a couple of blocks from the house to the bus stop. The leaves were just changing, it was going to be spring soon. The lush foliage on the sidewalks gave Matthew a little hope, but not much.
He hated riding the bus, he could not drive yet nor did he even have a car, so he was unable to get himself to school without it. He felt an unfair obligation to going to school. His mind felt like it was the right thing to do, he hated that aspect about himself. The aspect that forced him to be right and just. He frowned hearing the unnerving sound of feet on the ground in front of and behind him.
He kept his head down and bit his lip. He felt his stomach growl and gnaw at its edges. He sighed feeling his eyes look up at the cloudy sky. It always seemed cloudy when he was outside. Like he forced the clouds to come closer with his misery.
He blinked before feeling a certain shove forward. He felt the hand grab on his shoulder and yelped out looking back and feeling his quiet gaze fall to his feet.
"Hello there! I thought I saw my main man! Mattie!" He heard from a cruel and sharp tongue. Looking up he saw the crisp and outlined face of a german. Well possibly german, it was hard to tell with someone like this, his tongue spoke German, but his thin body and high posture made Matthew confused.
He shook his grip away from the terrorizing albino. He always did this every morning to the small Canadian, he forcibly said his hellow then went on to his soccer playing friends. Matthew could always not help to stare at the smaller man. Of course Matthew was as tall as his twin but not nearly as athletic. Gilbert was handsome as could be, explaining all of the girls he accepted into his life.
Matthew watched him walk off and run on to the bus.
He was unsure of why he felt his heart flutter, he always accepted this as fear. He sighed and looked down at his shoes, it was always fear. He slowly walked onto the steps of the bus. The man in the bus drivers seat was creepy looking, when Mattie looked up he almost jumped. He was pale, his eyes were almost a milky color, his teeth formed an angry half toothed smile. It was abusive looking, his eyes diverted immediately and he took off down the aisle of the bus.
He felt his heart thump as he rushed to the back of the bus. He breathed out gently attempting to calm himself down. His mind was going a little bit wild. He felt his fingers slowly fumble for his headphone cords and his cell phone. He slowly plugged them into his ears and closed his eyes and leant back into the uncomfortable dirty bus seat. Ignoring the smells of unmentionables and the loud laughing of the people around him, he managed to get the white noise out of his head.
He hated the sort of torture his mind would play on him in the strangest of times. He felt like sometimes he would be totally fine and then it would happen again. He breathed out softly looking out the window at the passing surroundings.
He sighed and looked down at his shoes. His old beat up converse rubbed against the ground as he looked at the people around him. He frowned quickly as he watched a couple of the boys that followed Gilbert around pick on some shorter kids.
He wished he could lift his voice and do something like his brother. But his lips remained shut, it was like they could not open and voice their opinion.
Mattie looked back out the window. He saw the sun just beginning to rise. He smiled softly to himself it might actually be a good day.
Squeeeee!
Matthews ears didn't have enough time to pick up the noise before realizing what was happening. He was suddenly pressed against the window by some strong force of air. His head bounced back against the window. He cried out against all of the other screams. Everyone was screaming and crying as their bus went through a tumble.
Matthew felt it go so slowly, as the bus seemed to turn and twist people hit their heads up against the windows even the ceiling.
Matthew was of course hardly conscious. He breathed out looking out at the sky briefly. He felt the bus make its final jerk before he was rocketed into the window that he was previously sitting against. He closed his eyes, not wanting to see the glass break over his forehead. He felt it for a short amount of time before everything was black and grey. His vision started to fade out as he laid there with what felt like glassy concrete pressed against his bruised and bleeding cheek.
He felt a terrible pain in his head, but could not cry out.
He could not seem to do anything…
There were soft words floating through his head.
Birdie! Birdie! Get up!
Well I know I have a bajillion stories running but for the awful one I had created a couple of years ago, I owe y'all a good PruCan story. I am pretty excited for this one and I hope you guys like it. It'll get better, I have a beautifully tragic story for this one.
Love you all,
-J
