I was able to transfer files I know I said I would update the 24th, but I got the next chapter. Yess sorry for the delay. the seconde chapter. I've got most of the third chapter written up. I just need to type it.
Warnings: cutting child abuse ect...
I don't own.
I have internet back! Yay. I update!
Chapter 2: Whips
(Gilbert POV)
Walking across the lunchroom with my tray I spotted Lovino, Feliciano, Ludwig, and three other people. I took the empty chair next to Feli and he hugged me against my will.
"Hey! You need permission to hug the awesome me." I informed him while prying his arms off of me.
"Sorry!" Feliciano exclaims. "I don't wanna make you mad." He begs.
I sigh. "It's OK."
"Who is this. Da?" One of the three other guys asked him. The dude had a Russian accent.
"He's another potato bastard." The eldest Italian sneered.
"He's Luddy's older brother Ivan." Feliciano started before his brother could continue speaking. "Gilbert this is Kiku, Yao, and Ivan." Feli gestured one-by-one to the three. Ivan being the Russian, Kiku being the Japanese guy, and Yao being the long-haired Chinese dude.
"Sup. I'm the awesome guy in front of you." I greeted with a grin.
"Shut it potato bastard." Lovino snapped.
"Ooooohhh, Lovi~ Temper. Temper." I cooed to annoy him.
He growled.
"Fratello don't do what I know your going to do." Feli pleaded to his brother.
"Fine." he grumbled.
Remembering I'd forgotten something, I pulled Gilbird out of my pocket and held him up.
"Oh… I forgot. Meet Gilbird."
Four people at the table looked at me like I was crazy, Ludwig let out an annoyed sigh, and Feliciano looked at my bird in amazement.
"What the fuck?" Lovino asked confused.
"A Canary, retard." I answered.
"Not that, Gilbert-san but, why do you have it in your pocket?" Kiku asked.
"Because the teacher yelled at me for having him on my head, so I slid him into my pocket." My answer just received more deeply confused expressions.
"I've just met you and I already am wary of your current mental health, aru." Yao said.
"Everyone that meets him feels like that." Ludwig told Yao. "You just have to deal with it."
"Is that right Ludwig?" I ask innocently. Though I knew that all of my friends back in New York City had flaws too and we felt through it. If they can get over my quote "current mental health" than we could be friends. The awesome me needs friends that are caring. Lame I know but, the awesome me needs someone to back up on. Did I mention I'm awesome?
"Yessss." at that I gave him a creepy smile that made everyone at the table shrink except for Ivan. I wouldn't expect the tall Russian to be put down by something like this. He returned it with an equally creepy smile.
"I like you." He said.
"Now that you've met Gilbird do you like him?" I asked the group, continuing to smile.
"I think your sanity is at stake." Lovino commented.
"Deal vith it or love it." I cooed.
"Do I have another choice?" He asked, trying to keep calm and comply to his brother's request.
"Is anyone going to answer?" I asked.
"He's adorable!" Feliciano squealed and began to pet Gilbird.
Gilbird didn't like the action and fluttered up on top of my head and nestled into my hair.
"He's on your head now." Ludwig pointed out as if it wasn't obvious.
"No, no Gilbird. Your not allowed up there." I spoke to him while grabbing his body and pulling him off my head.
"Is talking to a bird normal for him, aru?" Yao asked Ludwig.
Ludwig nodded. "He is very strange."
"You do know I can hear you." I shot at Ludwig.
I put Gilbird away into my pocket, him giving a chirp and began eating my lunch as Feliciano decided it was a good time to start rambling on about pasta. I looked around the lunchroom to see a lone figure sitting in a corner against the far wall. He was sending scared glances at me and when he noticed I had seen him he curled into a ball. Matthew.
(Matthew POV)
He noticed me watching him. Oh no. He's going to hurt me. It's clear he is very dangerous and strange. I mean what's up with the bird? It was in his pocket. Also it is his first day here and he already has friends? What kind of person is that sociable? Gilbert sees the world as a disgrace but, is being all happy go lucky. That creepy smile doesn't help either. He definitely is a predator. I can tell. He is just waiting to get me alone to hurt me. That's what always happens. Sometimes when there are witnesses but, they don't do anything about it.
This is running through my mind as I'm curled in a ball.
Then I shot away from the lunchroom as fast as I could, lugging my grimy messenger bag behind me only to run into someone I didn't want to see.
The person noticed who I was. "Hey mute boy." He said. "I was bored. Now I have some entertainment."
My bully, Cruz. And I knew what kind of entertainment he was talking about. Cruz grabbed my collar and threw me up against the lockers. I blacked out for a second. The pain ripped through my back. And by ripped through I mean it actually ripped through re-opening wounds from just yesterday. Vertical slashes running down my back oozed and I cried out falling to the floor. Cruz raised a fist and brought it down into my stomach. He raised his arm once more. I closed my eyes to wait for impact. Then…
BRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IINNNNNGGGGG! The bell rang.
"You are sooo lucky I have class." Cruz sneered and spat at me. He was right I was lucky. Cruz calmly walked away down the hallway as people began to fill the hallways. They paid no notice to me, as if they every did. (sarcasm if you didn't pick that up) Hauling myself to my feet I scurried to the nearest bathroom and locked myself in the largest stall.
Dropping my bag and bear, I pull off my shirt and sweater. I could already feel the blood dripping down my back. Pulling out the emergency gauze I kept in my bag and began to tend to my injuries. Unwrapping the old bandages that were soaked in blood I rewrapped my torso. The many slashes down my back -old and new- only brought back bad memories.
Just yesterday I received new marks for accidentally coming home a bit late. It wasn't my fault Cruz decided to beat me up after school rather than during. The end result was me unconscious behind the building and coming home late to start my chores.
When I was successfully done I pulled my shirt and sweatshirt back on. Throwing the bloodied gauze out I looked to make sure my bandaged wrists were covered up by the hoody and left for my next class. The teacher would probably not remember me let alone realize I came in late.
I slid into class, not being noticed as I walked to my seat.
M-maple!
Sitting in my seat was Gilbert. I gripped my bear and hesitantly tapped his shoulder as not to anger him. He was looking out the window and had not noticed me yet. I tapped again a little harder than before. This got his attention.
"Ja?" Gilbert grunted and turned to me. His red eyes looked me up and down.
"Hallo Maddhew." I was shocked. He remembered who I was and my name? Not even the teachers remembered me until they looked at the role. Getting out of my faze I pointed to myself then to the desk he was sitting at.
"This is your desk?" He asked.
I nod.
"Ok you can sit here." Gilbert pointed to the seat in front of him.
I didn't want to sit there. I liked the window seat but, I didn't want to get on Gilbert's bad side.
"Gilbert." The teacher said. "Stop talking to yourself."
"Talking to myself?"
"Yes, now stop."
"I'm not talking to myself. I'm talking to Maddhew." He gestures to me.
"Who? There's no one there." The teacher counters. Looking at me or rather through me. I was used to it. Many people don't realize I'm here.
"Vhat! How can't you see him?" Gilber asks.
The teacher looks closer, making me feel uncomfortable. "All I see is open air….- oh. Hello …uh…" He finally noticed me.
He couldn't remember my name.
"Maddhew." Gilbert said to him.
"Yes that's it. Matthew you should sit down. I didn't see you there. Now back to the lesson you two."
I look to see Gilbert is really confused. I sit in the chair in front of him and try to listen to the lesson.
(Gilbert's POV)
I was confused for the rest of the day. How could the teacher not see him. He acted as if Matthew wasn't standing right in front of him. Matthew seemed to see as if it was normal but, I could see a small pang of sadness in his eyes when the teacher couldn't remember his name.
I'm being caught up with one person. How is that possible.
I couldn't help but question why Matthew seemed surprised that I knew who he was. Is he used to being forgotten or something? What's up with this? Matthew is strange and I need to find out more about him.
Wow I've never, I mean NEVER been interested or concerned about someone before.
TIME BREAK to the end of last class
BBBBBBRRRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNGGGG !
The bell shocked me out of my thoughts. For the rest of the day I couldn't get him out of my thoughts. What is so special about Matthew? Damn it!
Huffing I go to my locker and grab my things out while stuffing some things in and leave the school. I'm immediately met with some Cuban dude pinning Matthew against the wall.
"Now resuming to what I didn't finish during lunch." The Cuban punched Matthew in the stomach.
"Hey dude. " I call to Matthew. Trying to seem casual, I saunter up. "I need your history notes." I didn't want to fight, so might as well lie and get him out of it that way.
"What?" Asked the Cuban.
"Vell…" I started. "I vasn't paying attention during class und Maddhew promised me that I could borrow his notes."
"How can mute boy here promise that? He doesn't have any friends and doesn't speak."
"I'm his awesome friend! That means he has a friend. Also he doesn't need to speak because he can vrite it down." I stated firmly.
"So…." The Cuban couldn't come up with anything else. I took that as an opening.
"If you vouldn't mind. I need him"
With an unsatisfied grunt he dropped Matthew. Matthew then grabbed his messenger bag and bear and hid behind me. I didn't know he was that fast.
The Cuban dude shot me a glare and stormes away.
"Vhat vas that about?" I ask turning around. No one was there. Matthew must have run off. Wonder where he went?
"Gilly!" Someone shouted. Feliciano waved me over to him, his brother, and Ludwig.
"Ja?"
"Are you walking home with us?" Feli asked smiling from ear to ear.
"Sure. I'll come."
"Oh, no. We're not walking with the crazy potato bastard!" Lovino shouts in defiance.
"Buuuut, Frateloooo~" His brother wines.
"No. I can barely deal with the regular potato bastard. I'm not spending time with his brother." Lovino growls.
"We are only walking home. Pleeeaase~" Feliciano gives him the most convincing puppy eyes I've ever seen.
"Fine." He grumbles.
"Do you always do vhat your brother asks you to Lovi?" I ask him purposely adding his nickname.
"No. But if I make him sad or depressed I'll get an earful from nonno." Lovino mutters.
Feli took this as a cue to start rambling on about how wonderful their grandfather is.
It's going to be a long walk home.
(Matthew's POV)
I was saved. Someone actually remembers me. Too bad he'll probably forget me by tomorrow, heck, he has probably forgotten me by now. I bury my chin into my bear, Kumajirou's, fur.
I had dashed away and was running home. Cruz had held me up and I was going to be late. Dad is going to kill me. Being late has no exception.
I arrive at my doorstep. Trying to be as quiet as possible I slip inside. I take a careful step towards the stairs and out of nowhere glass smashes next to me against the door. Alcohol splashes to the ground and glass shards lodge into my shoulder and arm. Someone had thrown a bottle.
"Wher doya think yer goin'" Slurs a chilling voice. I look up to see greasy hair and eyes that could cause your blood to freeze.
I shake my head.
"I asked, Where. Do. You. Think. You. Are. Going? He intervals the words and they come out less slurred I press back against the wall."Oh. Right you don't speak." He grabs my shirt and yanks me forward. Kumajirou and my bag fall from my grasp as my dad pulls me out of the living room and through the back door. I can easily smell the scent of alcohol that emanates around him. He was already piss of his ass drunk and it was only three.
"Wouldn't want to messy the house with blood." He sneered and threw me outside. "Do. Not. Move."
I was too scared to move anyway.
My dad walked inside to get something. I knew what that something was. I hated him.
Soon he walked back out. Her following him. I hated both of them. They weren't even my real parents. Just foster ones that I had to deal with for around nine years now. I cringed in recognition that my dad, John, had the one thing that I hated most in this world.
He had gone inside and retrieved his whip.
Syndy (Foster mom) leaned against the door, beer in hand ready for a show. Unfortunately for my sake that show was John beating me.
He walked closer to me and sneered. "You know why I'm going to do this right. You came home late. That means you deserve this."
Before I could give any recognition he brought the whip down. Hard. That's when my vison got blotchy. The braided leather of the whip had sliced down my left shoulder leaving a gash that was fortunately not to deep. I gasped as the whip was brought down again. All sounds of pain I had, had been lost years ago.
Syndy was smirking. How this pleases her I don't know. Sick bastard.
John continues to slash my torso until what is left of my sweatshirt is flimsy shreds, my body was covered in blood, and all I could feel was pain.
"Remember to come home on time and this might not happen. Now get cleaned up and when your done make dinner. Also," He added. While I was forcing myself to stay conscious. "Whatever blood you track in you need to clean up later." He scowls at my form. "You're a disgrace."
I stiffly nod, refusing to look into those pools of hatred.
John and Syndy retreat back inside. I forcibly drag myself upstairs, clinging to the rail of the stairs like a life line. I felt sick from blood loss. Nausea flushed through me. Luckily the bathroom was next to the stairs and once inside I collapsed on the toilet, what little I had for breakfast coming up into the bowl. Also some blood.
My body fell against the cold tile floor. I couldn't feel it though. The only thing I felt was numb. Slowly I slide my fingers up to grasp the leaf that hung around my neck. Tears rolled down my cheeks as a ringing in my ears got louder and everything around my went black. What was left of my consciousness left me like everything else.
My last thought was, What did I ever do?
Please review. they help alot. Im thinking of starting a new story too at the same time as this one. to keep the juices flowing, so I don't run out of ideas.
Translations:
Fratello- brother (Italian)
Nonno- (Italian)