I don't know where I'm going but it's all over now. I don't care anymore. I've been living this life for way too long and I can't take it anymore. I'm leaving and no one will ever notice. I am nobody to them and it will stay like this forever.

Matthew was packing his bags with no intentions of coming back. He never thought that they would care so little for him that they would completely forget about him. It was as if he didn't even exist. He was invisible, he was nobody. His fathers forgot about him a long time ago. Even, his own brother didn't know him anymore. His best friend left him behind and he didn't even realise how much Matthew needed him. He was the only one who seemed to care but sometimes he wondered how true that was.

Something had happened during that day that had finally broken him. How could his own brother not see how much he was hurting? Did he even care? Did he even remember who he was? Had he ever once thought about someone other than himself? Had there ever been a moment in which he had loved his little brother? No, he didn't think so.

As he was packing his bag, the memories that hurt so much rushed through his head in a tsunami of emotions. Everything he had ever felt came back to haunt him. The birthdays that had been forgotten, all those times that he had been beaten up at school and the worst of them all, that terrible question, ''Who?''.

Without thinking he took a paper and a pen from his desk and started to write. He didn't know why he was writing. All he knew was that the soothing motion of the pen on the paper made him feel alive. It reminded him that he was a person that was living and that he was not, as everyone else seemed to believe, invisible. But he still questioned himself. Would his family ever find the letter? Would they even realise who ''Matthew'' was? If they ever did find the letter would they even care? Would they search for him? Or would they be happy that he was gone?

He didn't realise the tears rolling down his cheeks. When he had started crying he did not know. As a he uttered a sob he heard his brother in the room next to his crank his music even louder. Did he have no love in his heart for him? Did he not care?

''If Alfred actually cared he would have come to me.'' Matthew whispered to himself. ''I am nothing to him, aren't I?'' As he said those words he cried even more realising that as much as he wished that those words weren't true they were.

In the next room Alfred was laying on his bed with his music at the highest volume that it could go. He had heard his brother gasp from the other side of the wall and not wanting to hear him he had turned the volume up. He didn't know that his brother was crying in despair. He thought that his younger brother was watching a horror movie or playing a game of some sort that had scared him. Had he known what was really happening on the other side of the wall he would have run to his side. But he didn't know so he left the music on.

Today would be the last day that Matthew would ever see them. It was the last day that he would see Francis and Arthur. It was the last day that he would ever see Alfred. It was the last day that he would get beaten up by Ivan, Carlos and Lovino. The only person that he wished to see one last time before leaving was his best friend. He knew that he was currently in Germany for a student exchange project. He had left a week ago and Matthew was sure to never see him again. Matthew wondered about their friendship which has been shaky form the start. Sometimes he mistook him for his brother and called him Alfred. Some days they never even talked. He was invisible to him too just like he was to everyone else. Matthew had never thought about his relationship with his friend because he was sure that he would never leave him. Even now as he looked down at his letter he wondered what his friend was doing. Ever since he left for Germany he hadn't called. He hadn't even texted him. Matthew was beginning to wonder what their friendship really meant. He remembered how his friend had said before leaving that If he liked Germany he might not even come back. He had laughed afterwards but Matthew had not. He just looked at him with a blank face trying as hard as he could not to cry. He tried not to break down crying and beg him to stay. He was the only one left and he might not even come back.

A sudden ding broke Matthew away from his thoughts. He looked at the screen of his phone. He saw his name written on it. His best friend had finally texted him! But wait…

GERMANY IS AWESOME!, the text said, It's so great! I love it here. It's so much better than back home :)

Matthew threw his phone at the wall. No, this wasn't possible. This couldn't be happening. There was a second ding but Matthew did not want to look at the message. He did not want to see the written proof of his only friend leaving him. Now he truly was alone.

Matthew looked at his letter and wrote one last paragraph. He knew now that the only place for him was outside. He didn't want to stay there anymore. Why stay in a place that was filled with people that didn't care? Why stay here when he was better off alone? This would never be his home again. He would never walk through that doorstep again. He would never be welcome again.

Without a glance at the phone he picked up his last friend and took his bag. How sad was it that his last friend was a teddy bear called Kumajirou? He went into the kitchen and grabbed as many canned foods that he could carry. He went outside and into the shed. Inside he grabbed as many supplies as he could. He took a sleeping bag, a swiss army knife, a flashlight and a water bottle. He was about to leave when he remembered the money that he had back in his room. He went back inside and took his money. It wasn't much but he could last at least one week with it.

He knew that it was completely impractical but he took two pictures with him. One where he was happy. He was with his family and he was smiling. He was only a child and Francis was holding him in his arms. Arthur was holding Alfred who was eating and ice cream with most of it now on his face instead of in his mouth. The second one was of him and his best friend. They were smiling. Matthew recognised the gleam in his eyes as the one he always had when he won a hockey match. His friend had challenged him to a match that day. It was one of his happiest memories.

In his search for the right pictures he had left pictures scattered on the desk. He took one last look around his room and saw the tidy bedroom that has once been his. The finally he left the Kirkland-Bonnefoy household. He didn't even have to run. No one would see him anyway. So, he walked away from the house that had been his home and looked back only once to see If someone had noticed. Nobody had.

If Matthew had looked at the message that his friend had sent him then he would have never left. He would have stayed and waited patiently till he came back.

I'm going to want a rematch ;) I've gotten better at hockey and I knowthat I can kick your ass. Better get ready to lose birdie. See ya later!

Authors note: This story will be a multi chapter. Chapter 2 will be uploaded tomorrow or in the days that follow.