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Matthew sat on the edge of the roof of a rather tall building, the one he and his elder twin, Alfred, used to go to as kids with their-Or should I say, Alfred's friends. Yeah, they knew of Matthew, but really didn't pay any attention to him. Back then, Matthew was okay with it, but it just got worse ever since they got into Jr. High. Nowadays everyone mistakes him for Alfred; even his father's mistake him as Alfred. Sometimes, when people mistake him for Alfred, they will practically beat Matthew into oblivion and then run off. Of course, no one notices this so Matthew usually has to fix his wounds himself.

He sighed, his breath becoming visible, as he stared into the sunset. Matthew hugged his stuff bear close to him then looked at the pad of paper and the red pen next to him. He has been contemplating this since his freshman year but he could never do it. Oh sure, he has made attempts at his life, like last year, his junior year, he almost shot himself in the head with a gun he bought from sleazy guy but couldn't do it. So to relieve the build up, Matthew cut himself. He didn't do it every day, god no! He only did it when everything just sucked. For instance, last month his Papa Francis and Papa Arthur announced they were going to get a divorce. That same day Alfred spilled his crappy McDonald's food all over Kumajiro, leaving some faint stains in his white fur. Matthew has had Kumajiro since birth, so of course he was heartbroken when that happened, no matter how silly it seemed to others.

"But . . ." Matthew looked down at the streets below then back at the paper. "Will anyone miss me if I leave?"

He set Kumajiro aside then took the pen and pad. He clicked the pen and began to write down what he wanted to say for so long, but couldn't summon the words out of his mouth.

To Papa Francis, Papa Arthur, and Alfred,

I'm tired of everything, tired of being bullied, tired of being invisible, and I'm tired of trying to be happy for people who don't even see me! I'm constantly getting my ass kicked because people are too stupid to realize that I am NOT Alfred. Whenever I try to talk to someone at school, they NEVER see me, even when I'm standing right in front of them! I pretty much yell in their faces but they act like there's a fly in their face! Then if they see me, their first reaction is "Hey it's Alfred, let's beat the shit out of him!" And the worst part of that is that Alfred sees them beating me up, but all he does is ignore it, or he just laughs like most of the other students! Alfred is a liar, he's not a hero. A hero would never let that go by without punishment. He's just like any other thick-headed, jackass jock at school! No, not just at school, but everywhere!

I am sorry if I don't seem like myself, but then again, how would you know? None of you were there for me, maybe Papa Francis was when I was younger but now all he does is go out and have one night stands with women. Sorry Papa Francis, but we all know, we've known when you started coming home drunk with lipstick on your collar.
Well this is goodbye, but as I leave this letter I leave one question that I have been thinking of ever since my freshman year. Will anybody really miss me, better yet, will anyone know I am gone?

Au revoir,

Matthew Williams-Bonnefoy

Matthew sighed, thinking the letter was stupid. So the troubled young man carefully folded it into a paper plane and threw it over the edge. Then he set Kumajiro safely behind the edge and stood up, feeling the wind sting his already numb face due to the cold. He took in a deep breath and continued to watch the sunset, waiting until it had fully set to leave his life.

The chances of that plan landing in the hands of someone slim to none. The chances of it flying into the possession of someone who cares is an ever fewer chance. Well someone must have been watching over Matthew that day because the impossible was made possible.

The paper plane took a nosedive but did several loops on the way down until it accidentally flew into an open window. The room it landed in happened to be Alfred's, where he, Gilbert, Ivan, Kiku, Ludwig, and Feliciano were hanging out, playing on Alfred's Xbox 360 he had gotten for his birthday last year. Of course Alfred only had two remotes so they all had to take turns, which was soo lame in Alfred's opinion.
Now, back to the flying piece of paper, it crashed into Feliciano's head. The Italian carefully took the paper plane and unfolded it. He saw that there were words on it and began to read what was written.

"Vee~ this is Matthews handwriting," Italy said softly and continued reading.

Ludwig raised his eyebrow at Feliciano while Kiku stared with curiosity. "Feli, vhat is zhat that you have?"

Feliciano slowly lowered the paper to reveal his eyes wide open with tears in them; he began to shake a little. This caught the attention of everyone in the room. "M—Matthew—he—note—Alfred!" Feliciano tried to explain but it only came out jumbled together.

"Dude, what's up? You feeling okay?" Alfred asked.

"Matthew is'a gonna commit suicide!" Feliciano shouted, tears pouring down his face.

"What do you mean Matthew is going to commit suicide?" Kiku asked a little panicked.

The blubbering Italian handed the letter to Alfred. Everyone read over his shoulder, their eyes widening as they read the letter. Alfred crumpled the paper into a ball, his eyes stinging from the tears threatening to spill over but he wouldn't allow it. Instead, he threw his controller at the ground, breaking it beyond repair.

"Maybe he hasn't done, you know, yet!" Gilbert suggested.

"But where could he be?" Yao butt in.

It was silent as they all racked their brains. It came to Alfred like a ton of bricks. "The roof!"

Everyone ran out of the room and into the hall, heading for the stairway. That was the only way to could get to the roof, the elevator was too slow and it only went to the last floor. The building they were in had 27 floors and Alfred and his family lived on the tenth floor. So as the others were forced to climb the stairs by the 20th floor, Alfred kept running up them, no matter how bad his legs hurt. He needed to stop Matthew . . . and he needed to apologize to him. All this time Alfred was just messing with Matthew, that's what brothers do, right? They mess with each other, call each other names, but in the end they knew they cared about each other. But as Alfred ran up the stairs, he only just begun to realize that he went a little too far. But worst of all, he didn't even realize the other guys were bullying him. The American he is thought they were just being, well . . . Americans and Canadians?

Alfred scowled at himself, reaching the 25th floor. He knew he was being bullied but cared too much about his popularity to help his brother. And because of him, Matthew was sent over the edge. Well . . . let's hope not yet at least.

"MATTIE!" Alfred screamed, kicking the door to the roof open. So far there was no sign of his younger brother. "MATTIE! WHERE ARE YOU? PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DON'T DO THIS!"

Alfred ran all over the roof, occasionally tripping over his own feet. Finally, he saw something that definitely made him 100% positive that Matthew was there. Leaning against the edge was the stuffed white bear Alfred knew all too well.

Slowly, Alfred approached the bear and gently picked him up. He could still see the mustard, ketchup, and coke stains in his fur that he created last month. Matthew was devastated when he saw it, "Another thing I did to send him over the-" Alfred's thoughts were interrupted when he practically launched himself at the edge. He gripped the edge tightly, scanning the streets. There were police cars, no ambulances, no screams of terror, and no splattered body on the sidewalk.

Alfred backed away from the edge and sunk to his knees, hugging the bear as tight as he could. Eventually night had fallen and the others reached the roof.

"What happened to Matvey?" Ivan spoke first, spotting the familiar bear in Alfred's arms.

"I . . . don't know," Alfred said softly into the bear's fur and looked at his friends with tears in his blue eyes. They were both sad and happy tears. "He's not dead but he's gone . . . Maybe forever."