I've never really read anything like this, much less written it, so I don't know how good it's going to be. Please please review! I need to know if I can write things like this. Sorry it's kinda short, I might add to it someday.
Matthew stared down at the empty white piece of writing paper. His counselor had suggested that he write a reflection of the past year, as he had been seeing the counselor for that amount of time now. It had been a year since he had tried to jump off that bridge. Funny, he couldn't even remember the name of it anymore. Such an important event in his life, and yet the thing that followed was far more important. It had also been a year since he had met Gilbert. Gilbert, with his ruby red eyes,pale hair, and even paler skin. Gilbert, with his habit of calling him Birdie and asking for pancakes at two o'clock in the morning. Gilbert, who had listened when Matthew had cried about how no one remembered him, not even his brother. He had listened Matthew had been bullied for being gay. He had listened when Matthew burst into tears because his parents were fighting, again. Gilbert, who always remembered him. Gilbert, who had become a constant in Matthew's life. Gilbert, who stood up for Matthew when Francis made fun of him, even though Francis was his friend. Gilbert, who got beaten up because he shoved Ivan away from Matthew. Gilbert, who had put Matthew's faith back into the human race.
A lot had happened in the past year since that day on the bridge. Matthew no longer cared what people thought of him. He no longer was bothered when people called him a gay faggot, or called him a girl. He stopped having nightmares that his parents were going to divorce, or that everyone would leave him and he'd be all alone in the world. Matthew never stared at the kitchen knives, or stole his parents beer just he could forget his life for even a little bit any more. Matthew no longer sat in the back of the classroom, praying that nobody would make fun of him. Matthew wasn't afraid to talk to his brother anymore. Matthew didn't wander into his parents bathroom and look at the medicine cabinet, wondering how many pills it would take to kill him anymore. Now, Matthew hung with people who actually liked him for who he was. Now,Matthew enjoyed school. Now, Matthew had plans on the weekend that he could look forward to. Now, Matthew looked forward to each new day instead of dreading them. Now, Matthew had a reason to live. And that reason had pulled him back onto safe ground that day on the bridge. That reason's name was Gilbert. Because sometimes in order to have a reason to live, you need someone to need you.