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(F.Y.I., gonna somewhat flash forward in this chappie to Mattie's last day of school/summer time-ness~!)
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It is now nearing summer (a day away) and I have not heard from Gilbert since that day. I know he's fine, only because I had classes with him, but whenever we were told to work together, he ignored me and asked me what my name was every few seconds… He treated me like how so many others do/did. Like I was just a rug, no, like I was a rock; I am the one rock in a big bunch of gemstones. They all shine and don't want to be near me because I am a plain, bland, rock.
Although Gilbert was the gem that took the chance of going near me and talking to me; he invited more gems to be near me too… He then threw me down and broke me into smaller rocks, betraying me in a matter of two days. Meanwhile the other rocks stayed by my side, meeting me in secret, as I told them to do.
Yes, Gilbert's friends stayed by me. I had also told them to meet me in secret so they could remain friends with Gilbert. They didn't like it before, but now they accepted it. Arthur nearly gave the plan away but Francis saved it by making-out with the Brit in front of the school. I saw and left in a hurry. I suppose I was a tad jealous of Francis and that he had someone to love…
Gilbert had also started bullying me as well, with Antonio and Francis. (Although the two always told me, through their eyes, they never meant anything of it.) In the end I did resort in self-harm, I got the idea from what Gilbert said that day; I started mid-year, near mid-term exams. I was in stress and I heard art was good for a troubled soul. My body was the canvas and the blade was the brush, I created art, forever imprinted on my body.
None of my friends know about this, only Arthur got suspicious of the sudden change of long, baggy pants and long sleeve tee shirts (and at times, or most of the time, a sweat shirt).
Now I am on my way to school, or just plain walking at this point, and I am very upset today for reasons unknown. As if that never happens, eh?
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It's now lunch period and I had learnt from a short note, from Arthur, that they had to do something with Gilbert and couldn't hang-out with me at lunch. Arthur didn't even know what was going to happen so it must've been under wraps.
I sighed and strode out of the classroom, on my way to the roof (only because Gilbert didn't hang-out there anymore) and set up my lunch near the fenced off edge.
I had a yogurt cup, a pudding cup and a fruit cup. Well look at all of those cups? (Get the joke… No? Well it's okay, they never do…) I bought out the spoon from my backpack and started to eat the fruit cup I had, deciding I would give the other two to my older brother later on.
My lunch was peaceful, up until I heard footsteps coming up the stairwell. I stared at the entrance door and shrugged it off, just the wind, eh? I then heard voices and footsteps then I got up and aimed my lousy pudding cup at the door, at the spot where the head would be.
The door opened and I nearly dropped the pudding cup on my head. The person, or people, I saw was Gilbert, Antonio, Francis, and their respective boyfriends, as they all entered the roof. Gilbert looked like he was happy, until he saw me.
"And what are you doing here?" He suddenly asked me.
I cringed and stuttered some nonsense I don't even remember. "Well speak up!" He yelled at me.
"I-I always sit up h-here for l-lunch!" I squeaked out and buried my head into nothing-ness; 'Come on Matthew, turn invisible…' I thought.
Gilbert rolled his eyes, strode up to me, then kicked me in the side; "You think that the awesome me cares?! Get out!"
I growled and stood up, ignoring the pain in my side; "No." I said in a stern voice. "I will not leave, I was here first, and I have been sitting here this whole year. I. Will. Not. Leave."
Gilbert looked at me in a mixture of shock and anger, I meanwhile stood my ground, "Really, stupid asshole? That's all you got, maybe you should just sit down and paint something or do some stupid art crap somewhere else!"
My eyes widened as he grabbed my, mesh, bookbag and slung it over the side of the fence. Also, due to the large amount of rain yesterday, there were large puddles on the ground. I looked over the edge and found my bookbag in a large puddle. Oh, also my art-pad, full of insanely good drawings, was most likely soaked to the core.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I reached to nothing, I fell on my knees and broke down. After a while, I felt arms wrap around me. "It's okay Matthew, I am not afraid of going near you." A British voice told me, I whipped around and saw Arthur as the one hugging me.
My tears streamed down much faster and I hugged him back. Arthur was like the father-figure I never had, and now I have him. "Thank you Arthur." I managed to say as I cried onto his shoulder.
More of my friends came around and hugged me as well. Starting with Arthur, Francis soon followed then Lovino, then lastly Antonio. They all came and hugged me, letting me cry on them. Gilbert stood there speechless and growled; he stormed off as none of his former friends joined him for once.
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"Your father isn't taking care of you anymore Matthew." Ms. Williams told her son, Matthew, on the sofa of their apartment living room.
Matthew tilted his small head and said, barely above a whisper, "Where is papa going mama?"
Ms. Williams shook her head and got up, she strode over to the alcohol cabinet and got out a bottle of vodka and chugged it down. She then let out a pleased sigh and looked at her son, sitting on the sofa still.
"Mattie, honey, let's go to the bedroom for some punishment?" Ms. Williams said, picking up a plank of wood, weighing it to see if she could beat Matthew with that one.
Matthew nodded, seeing this as normal, even though at the age of 7, and slowly walked toward the bedroom. His mother closely behind, then shut the door when in there.
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Matthew was now 12 years old and entering the 8th grade, even though at such a young age. His first day of school was the following day, although he was sitting in the warm, heat of the shower. Matthew couldn't stand to be near his mother. She left so many scars on him and so many bruises. Although he hoped that she would just see, alcohol wasn't the answer.
'Although it make you forget the question.' Matthew remembered her saying that when he first told her that alcohol wasn't the answer. After he was hit in the face with a beer bottle, that was only a few moments ago and the wound still hurt little Matthew.
Matthew sighed and noticed the water turning cold, warning him that he had been in there for far too long. He clambered out of the shower and went onto the rug in the middle of the tiled floor.
He looked at himself in the mirror and saw a broken child. Even at a young age, he could tell that he had problems with himself, and he accepted that. He could talk to his brother? No, that wasn't the answer for this, after all Matthew didn't even know Alfred's phone number to begin with. Or, more or less, what he looked like.
Matthew sighed, dried himself off, put on some clothes, and went to bed. He couldn't stand the thought of being forgotten or invisible another year, although he had to put up with it to become something and not be invisible.
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I had managed to hang-out with my friends after school today to celebrate no more school for summer. Although near the end, Arthur pulled me to the side and out of earshot of the others.
"Look at me Matthew," He told me sternly and I followed command.
"Ya, Arthur?" I said in a nervous tone.
Arthur gave me a sad smile and sighed, "I know what you have been doing to yourself."
I gulped and looked down, "W-what are you t-talking about?"
Arthur sighed again and gently grabbed my wrist, pulling down the sleeve, "These cuts aren't from your mother, now are they?"
I had a mini-freak out in my head as I looked up at Arthur with wide-eyes. "H-how do y-you know about m-my mother?!" I asked, pulling my arm away from him.
He tilted his head sadly, "If you will let me, I will gladly explain."
I nodded my head and sat down, "I suppose this will be a long explanation?"
He nodded and sat with me, "Indeed."
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HAHAHA I AM EVIL~! I LEAVE YOU AT CLIFFHANGER~! OKAY, I got flashbacks and flash forward off the list now… Next chappie is in Arthur's POV for yall, I kinda wanna do that….
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