Mathew walked down the hallways of the school. His blonde shoulder long hair, swaying a little as he walked. He often got bumped into because no one noticed him. Mathew was nearly invisible to others. He where always quiet. And when he tried to talk, only whispers came out.
This was a curse to him. Since he was born, no one noticed him. When he was five years old, no one played with him. The blonde had always been an outcast. And that was all because of his `curse`. He was always alone at lunchtime, and where always walking alone to classes. He always sat by himself, because no one saw him.
Mathew wished he could achieve friendship. he wished he could have someone to trust. But there was not going to be anyone there that wanted to be friends with him, because nobody knew that he existed.
Mathew wished to be accepted, really be noticed. Soon he couldn't take this anymore.
He walked into the classroom with his head down. He had gotten very depressed lately. He was always studying to get good grades, but he wasn't very motivated. He really needed a friend.
Then he sat down in the back of the room, when he suddenly felt someone touch his shoulder. "Hey Birdie" the person said. Mathew looked up. He saw a guy behind him. He had white grayish hair and red eyes. Mathew was more than a little shocked over someone talking to him. "M-me?" Mathew asked him with a whisper. "Of course! Who else?" The albino said, gesturing out to the empty classroom.
"Oh… What do you want?" Mathew asked the red eyed guy. "Kesesesese! I just wondered if I could sit next to you!" the albino said with a loud strange laughter. "O-oh sure!" the blond said trying to regain after the shock of someone actually talking to him.
After class everything got back to normal. The albino boy he found out was named Gilbert, was back with his friends. Mathew was officially alone and unnoticed again. He sighed. "It was too good to be true, I guess…" Mathew thought to himself.
As school went by, Mathew felt lonely as ever. He had never before felt something like this. "Maybe it was all an illusion." he thought. But no. He knew it was real.
That thought only made it worse for Mathew.
When Mathew got home he started to think. "Nobody notices me. I'm all alone in the world… it hurts. It really hurts… I-I can't take this anymore."
When Mathews mother Jean came home from work, she noticed something was not right. There was a tense energy in the house. It was almost depressing. She went to Mathew's room, when she noticed it was locked. She knocked at the door.
No one answered.
She knocked one more time and called "Mattie, open the door please!"
Still no answer.
Now she was starting to get worried. She banged at the door over and over, calling her sons name. while struggling to open the door, she remembered she had a spare key.
She unlocked the door to Mathew's room, and opened it. She screamed at what she saw.
Mathew was laying in a puddle of his own blood. In his chest he had a bloody red butcher knife. The blood kept pouring out slowly out of his chest.
Beside him was a note that said.
It hurt so much.