Gilbert's heart was thumping wildly inside of his tight chest as his mind went through the scene he had just witnessed. Every single second of it was horrifying to hear, and certainly Matthew was feeling horrible physically and mentally. But, what could he do..? He was basically a stranger. He couldn't just burst in and try to save him. At the same time, however, how could he just leave someone who was being so horribly abused?

"Gott.."

Suddenly, his face turned a bit brighter as an idea struck him. Obviously his brother was trying to help, so maybe he could try to befriend him..? After all, he had kind of enjoyed being with Matthew, and wouldn't take "see you around" as their final goodbye. Scrambling to his feet and dashing in the direction Alfred headed, he tried his best to scope out the obnoxious American; making random turns and twists through the different roads in an attempt to find him. He knew it would be nearly impossible, but if it was for the sake of someone who was breaking like Matthew was.. He would try.

"Alfred!" He called loudly, noticing some lights turn on in people's houses, "Alfred?!" Surely he lived nearby..? He had to, right?

"This is gonna be harder than I thought, isn't it?"

His day was alright until she came into the picture. He actually felt alive, and happy for once. But now that was completely shattered as he sat in the confines of his cramped, burning hot bedroom. He just couldn't stand it anymore. He couldn't stand anything anymore. He knew his brother was trying, but it was only temporarily. Alfred would forget about him like everybody else.

"...What's the point anymore?" He asked himself multiple times, curling up into his bed and rocking back and forth like a child might. Just as he was about to lay his head down on his grimy old pillow, his bruised neck rubbed across the rough fabric; causing him to jolt in the shocking pain. As if things couldn't get any worse, Matthew felt the tears starting to build up. Even though he did have a few good events happen throughout the day, the bad absolutely outweighed everything.

Reaching for his bedside table, he opened up the small drawer, rummaging around for his journal that he kept hidden for years now. He flipped through the old, bent and ripping pages, searching for a blank one, and when he finally stumbled upon it he grabbed a pencil.

Today I met someone new. His name was Gilbert.

I say "was" because I know he'll forget me. He probably doesn't remember my name, or my face...

No one does. No one will.

I'm nobody.

I wish I could just disappear. In fact, I might.

I can't live like this anymore.

Everyone hates me, and I hate myself.

Please, let me die.

Please.

Wiping at his eyes, Matthew had to start stripping down to practically nothing due to the intense heat in his bedroom. It was as if his mother was trying to bake him alive, which was most likely her goal. He wanted to die just as badly as she wanted him too.

Alfred can go on without me, right?

He has friends.

Popularity.

I know he has a crush.

His father loves him...

And I don't have anything but a sad, pathetic excuse for a life.

He was starting to sweat now, his neck dripping, and he had to peel off the covers covering his bed. How was he even going to sleep tonight? Going over to the window, he opened it up completely, standing there for a few moments to let the cooler air in. This was the only peace he had felt in weeks. And he knew it was going to be short lived.

Out of nowhere, whilst writing in his journal, he started looking around the poor, beat up neighborhood. A few flickering street lamps were on, and all the houses were small and falling apart; just like his own. The whole place was lifeless, and he hated every second of it. For some reason, however, he just couldn't stop looking straight ahead. He saw some sort of shape, a figure... Is that a person..?

Gilbert was aimlessly wandering through Matthew's streets, turning down every corner, and searching in every direction. It was impossible to tell where he was now, and he was certain that he had walked in a circle multiple times.

"Damn... It's nearly eleven.." He hissed to himself, realizing he had to give up for the night. But, of course, there was always tomorrow. And he wouldn't stop trying if it meant he could make someone happy. Everyone thought of him as egocentric, but really, Gilbert is quite the opposite.

"I just.. Like myself is all," He whispered, thinking aloud, "But I like others more..." Taking a turn down the street he originally came from, he started to head back home; mind still going insane from the events that took place that day. He couldn't stop thinking about Matthew.

The way he screamed and cried when that horrible woman hurt him. And Gilbert didn't do anything to help. He was too shocked.

"Why didn't I do something..? I'm an idiot..." He paused, looking back in the direction of Matthew's home. "I have to find his brother tomorrow. I don't care if he hates me. We need to help Matthew."

I know what you're thinking: "Wow! You FINALLY decided to get off your lazy ass and write!" Yeah, sorry about that. Vacation and writer's block aren't a great mix.

Anyway, love you all~

-Feli