Chapter 1: Hatred...
Oh, how he hated being in the hospital. Gilbert Beilschmidt; a young boy who's been at the hospital since he was 4. Now, he's 18 years old, and he still has a horrible illness. An illness that won't let him walk without crutches.
Gilbert sat up in his bed, and his right leg was sore as usual. His room was just like any other room in the hospital; but... he had a picture of the younger brother he never met. Gilbert hasn't been out of the hospital for a very long time, and he doesn't even know what the outside world is like. And if he tried to refuse to go back to his room, the doctors would sedate him and restrain him. He was alone his whole life... barely any friends.
The door opened, and Gilbert turned his head to see a doctor who was holding a tray with pills. "It's time for your medication, Gilbert" the doctor told him. "No" the young boy refused. The doctor started to get mad, but he was calm. He walked over to the boy, and put the pills down on a table. "Did you not hear me the first time, young man? You have to eat the pills or else." Gilbert turned his head, and ignored the older man. "Or else what? All you people do is treat me like trash... and I'm sick of it." Gilbert told at him. "Mr. Beilschmidt, eat the pills or I have no choice but to sedate you again." The older man told him again. "Ich hasse dich. (I hate you.)" The Doctor grabbed Gilbert's arm, and the boy fought back. He put the oxygen mask over his face, and the boy became unconscious; asleep. "I just want to get out of this damn place" Gilbert thought to himself. "I just want to go home..."
He woke up feeling tired, and he took the oxygen mask off. The screen was pulled around Gilbert's bed, and his leg was feeling a bit better. He got up, got his crutches, and went out the door. Gilbert went outside to the courtyard, and sat down on one of the wooden benches. He hated being the only one not able to run around, or able to go swimming. Gilbert remembered the day he first found out he couldn't walk without crutches.
14 years ago;
Gilbert cried... he was crying because he was scared. His mother wasn't there to comfort him, neither was his father. Gilbert was all alone in a hospital. He hugged his teddy bear close to his chest, and tears went down his face. He wasn't use to wearing pajamas all day and night, he was use to wearing whatever he wanted. Gilbert wanted to go back home and be with his family, he absolutely didn't want to be in a hospital. The doctor walked through his door, and sat down next to Gilbert's bed. "Young man, it seems that you have a very rare illness. You won't be able to use your right leg that often, you'll need crutches. Can you understand that, Gilbert?" The doctor asked him. Gilbert couldn't speak English that much, so he sighed and told him, "Ich will each Hause gehen. Nur bitte... Ich will nach Hause gehen. (I want to go home. Just please... I want to go home.)" Gilbert told him. "I'm sorry, Gilbert. You'll be here for while." The doctor told him. The young boy started to cry again, and the older man left him alone. Gilbert wanted to see his mother and father again, he wanted to go back home...
Gilbert snapped back to reality when he heard hospital workers trying to restrain a young man. "I wanna go home! Je vous hais (I hate you)!" He yelled. "Calm down, you're scaring the other patients who are out here!" One worker yelled at him. They finally sedated him, and took him back inside the building. Gilbert went back inside as well, and he went back to his room and went back into bed. His leg started to ache again, and he hated it. Gilbert's leg bothered him so much, he wanted to cut it off. He asked a doctor one time if they could cut his leg off, but they refused to his request. So, Gilbert was forced to live with a bothersome leg. Sometimes, he would try to walk on his own, but he would fall flat on his face and either pass out or break his nose. Gilbert sighed, and looked at the picture of his younger brother. Ludwig Beilschmidt: The only other brother that Gilbert ever had. To him, Gilbert first thought they weren't related a single bit. Gilbert had crimson colored eyes and white-hair, and Ludwig had blond hair and ocean colored eyes. Ludwig never visited him ever... not even his mother or father has visited him. Gilbert decided to go to sleep, and finally, he did. His leg hurting and aching even more.
Gilbert woke up again, his leg hurting even more than before. He tried making the pain go away by massaging his leg, but it didn't work a single bit. Gilbert started to cry again, and he yelled to the top of his lungs. The hospital workers came through the door and tried to restrain Gilbert, but he swung his arms and legs, trying to keep them from sedating him. One worker held down his bad leg, and Gilbert yelled in pain. One other person put a blanket around the young boy, and it was as cold as ice. Gilbert stopped moving; his body growing too cold. They left him, and didn't even bother to remove the blanket off of Gilbert. He was alone again...