Gilbert Beilshmidt hated his life with a passion. Why would he not? His mother was dead, his father prefered his younger brother over him, and to top it all off, his one true love was dead. Dead! Gilbert did have one ray of sunshine in his life though, and his name was Gilbird.

Gilbert had found the poor thing huddling in a bush, wet and shivering. Gilbert didn't ask his father if he could keep the little chick, because he knew his dad would say no. Gilbert had raised the chick by hand, and he was very proud of his awesome little bird. The strange thing about Gilbird, was that even after three years of being alive, he was still a fluffy little chick. However, Gilbert didn't mind. The longer Gilbird stayed a chick, the longer he could keep the bird. Just thinking of abandoning Gilbird made the teenager tear up a little.
But awesome teens don't cry.

"Matthew..." He whispered to himself, trying to choke back tears.

It didn't work.

"Why not me?" He half-whispered. "Why not me!?" Gilbert yelled.

"Why..." He trailed off in soft but slightly insane voice "Why..."

Gilbert looked out the open window with longing. Maybe I should just jump out. Nobody would care, not his stupid so-called father or his idiotically happy "therapist" that did absolutely nothing for him.

Face it Gilbert. He is never coming back. Ever.

"No..."

You will never ever see Matthew again. You will never see that beautiful silky blonde hair, those unique violet eyes full of life, or should i say... death?

"No,No, No, NO!" He screamed into his pillow, cutting off that horrible voice in his head.

He layed on his bed, exhausted. What time was...

He never finished that thought, because he had already drifted to sleep.