Chapter 5: Pain and Trying to be the Same
Arthur got home from work and went to go slid the tenth letter through the boy's door. He wouldn't give up, he'd kidnap the boy if he had too. He wasn't expecting Mathew to come down and visit him all he needed was for the lad to open the door. Just for that damn door to open then he'd take the boy far away.
With a heavy sigh Arthur went to down to his apartment and opened the back door and stared in horror at all the gifts he had ever given Mathew broken in a pile on the ground. Arthur's stomach lurched something was very wrong. Something very bad happened. He got that feeling again that feeling he was going to lose Mathew.
He bolted up the stairs he knew Mathew's mother wasn't home he had gotten good at paying attention to his side window and waiting for the lady to leave. Sometimes he thought about confronting her but was afraid what she would do to Mathew if he couldn't reach him first.
Arthur kicked down Mathew's door and ran into the room. Into the kitchen, he didn't take time to notice the mess. To notice the blood stained floor, to notice the cupboards open and empty. Arthur ran through and ripped open the closet door, then what he assumed to be Mathew's mother's room, then the bathroom, and finally at the opposite end of the apartment he attempted to open what he prayed to be Mathew's door. It was locked desperately Arthur banged against it.
"You git you know it's me open the door!"
"Mathew if you don't open the door I'll….." Arthur's voice was high pitch and he almost died of relief when Mathew opened the door. Arthur looked at Mathew's face. Scratch marks were on both his cheeks and looking at Mathew's wrists they were bleeding. Badly!
Mathew looked at him sadly then fell forward. Arthur was on super drive, he immediately put pressure on them and dragged Mathew by his wrists yelling at the boy to keep his eyes open. But the beautiful violet eyes that Arthur had worked so hard to get to light up were dull and dimming fast. Arthur got Mathew to his apartment because he'd be damned if there were any medical supplies in the pigsty Mathew called home.
He wrapped Mathew's wrists tightly ignoring the sinking feeling as the blood immediately seeped through the bandages. Arthur was starting to panic now. He didn't panic he never panicked.
"Dammit Mathew!" Arthur yelled and somehow managed to rip off the bandages and restrain Mathew who was yelling and trying to pull away from Arthur screaming high pitched.
"LET ME DIE LET ME DIE!" It was chilling and horrifying but he had to focus.
Arthur sewed the dam wrists shut, he had learned to sew a bit and knew that doctors did it and he hoped it was the right thing to do. He didn't know if it was enough. Mathew had went quite some time ago and the boy had lost a lot of blood. Arthur stopped himself from wondering how long Mathew had been bleeding before Arthur got there and held the boy to his chest crying unsure if it was Mathew's heart beat or his own and too afraid to find out.