The Forgotten and Lost

by Maven Fair

Mathew Williams, boy of age 16, was in a state of depression. His parents yet again forget his birthday, and Mathew finally decides to end it. Yet, when he finally does jump, a fated encounter brings the depressed teen and an albino with family issues together. Rated T for cutting, and attempted suicide.

4. Why?

So, this is my second to last already written chapter. I got writers block right after writing the next chapter in this story. I forgot to mention, whenever I abandon a story, I have decided that I will continue it if I get more then 50 favs or reviews. Sorry this one's a bit short.

I do not own Hetalia, I sold my soul to it.

Chapter 4: Why?

[Gilbert's POV]

I had gotten the call about how Mathew has woken up right as I pulled into my driveway. I had volunteered(forced) to go to the store. The news that Mathew had woken up really excited me. I couldn't wait to hear his voice. So I backed out of the driveway, again, and headed towards the hospital.

When I got there, I signed in, and headed towards the room Mathew was in. What I heard from inside was quiet, then it suddenly erupted in someone yelling. "I wouldn't have made it to your party?! I could've died! What about my birthday? Did it just skip your mind for 3 years straight? Every year, on my birthday, you would celebrate Alfred passing! I have never heard 'Good job!', or 'We're so proud of you!' once!" I flinched at the ferocity that the voice had. "I don't want to see you! I wish I would've died when I jumped in!" It was then that I realized that the voice belonged to Mathew.

I watched as three blonds left the room, looking quite sad. I wasn't sure if I should go in, but I decided that he would need the awesome me to cheer him up. "Hello?" I whispered, heading into the ward.

Mathew was sitting there, in his bed, glaring at his tray of food. " What do you wa-" he looked up at me, and was obviously taken aback at my appearance. "Sorry, but who are you?" He questioned.

"The awesome me's name is Gilbert Beilsmidt!" I said, trying to get him enthusiastic. "Why did you save me?" He asked.

I looked at him, and noticed how sad and broken he seemed. He looked so dead. So… depressed. Almost as if he didn't want to live anymore. Well, that makes sense. From what I had heard, he got ignored by his own parents. Then, I realized something. There had been tons of other people at the river. Why hadn't they seen him go in? "Hey, why can't anyone seem to see you?" I asked.

I hit an obvious sore spot. He glared up at me. "I don't feel well," he said "can you please leave?" And so I did, still contemplating who Mathew Williams was.