Matthew had decided to give up. Gilbert wasn't coming for him and didn't care any more. The boy was sick of just waiting for death. He lifted his weak body up off of the mattress and went to the bathroom, quickly finding his prescription in the medicine cabinet. After filling a cup with water, he downed the pills one by one, as they were too large for him to take more than that at a time. He didn't want to choke. That would be a far too boring way to die, especially after he had gone about the trouble of making it to the bathroom to take the pills. To die in a way other than what he planned now would just be a tragedy.

As the pills made their way into his system, Matthew couldn't help but feel alright. This was how things were meant to be. He felt like he was soaring, though whether that was because the pills were making him high or because he was dying, he didn't know. But honestly, it didn't matter. What mattered now was not who Matthew Williams was. That never matter. It didn't matter that this was yet another time that he was attempting to off himself. Nobody cared about that anyway. What did matter was that he was getting out of everyone's hair. His waste of space would be no more. He would be gone, cease to exist. His memory was already erased from peoples' minds, now it was to be erased from their sights, not that they ever saw him in the first place. But now it simply didn't matter. He wouldn't be there, feeling depressed at not being noticed. His feelings had never mattered in the first place. All that ever mattered was his superstar athlete brother, who was popular and nearly failing most of his class, only managing to pass through all the cheating he did. The brainiac brother, who got good grades and would probably do something more with his life than sports, didn't matter in the slightest. And now what he would have done with his life would forever be a mystery as his consciousness was being pulled into oblivion by the drugs, and his body would cease to function before too much longer.

Ah, it was on its way. Sweet oblivion. He could feel it coming on. If he had enough connection to his body, he would hold out his arms and embrace it. This was better than anything he could have ever hoped for and—

—what on Earth was that beeping noise? Wasn't he supposed to be dead? Was hell a mass of annoying noises that just repeated over and over to annoy the fuck out of you and torture you in that way? If it was, it was certainly working.

Gilbert had been trying for quite some time now to gain access to Matthew's home. The boy's parents didn't recognize Gilbert, so they wouldn't let him in, and they insisted that they only had one son: Alfred. So Gilbert had been unable to fulfill his promise to Matthew. He hated this! He couldn't even let the kid know why he wasn't there because he didn't have his fucking number!

Rejected day after day after day, Gilbert was sick of it. He would get in to see Matthew. Agilely, he scaled the garden trellis that went up the side of the house. Then, he snuck a knife in between the widow and where it was closed, then eased the window open and slipped inside. Why hadn't he tried this sooner?

Of course, now came the problem of finding Matt's room before he was spotted. He'd never been in this house before, so he didn't know his way around it. The best he could do was open doors and check behind them. As he was getting to the end of the hall, he opened one door onto what happened to be the bathroom. What he saw was Matthew's body stretched out across the ground with a stupid look on his face and an empty pill bottle on the ground next to him. A quick check for signs of life and he called for an ambulance, yet again. Of course, when it got there, Matthew's parents were extremely confused, and once they loaded up Matthew, Gilbert made them let him come along as well. He wasn't going to let this kid die on him, no matter how much the boy wanted to leave this Earth.

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Matthew slowly opened his eyes. He wasn't dead and in hell. He was in the hospital again. His attempt at death had again been unsuccessful. Looking to the right of his bed, he saw that the reason he was alive was again due to the same person as before.

"Really, Matthew?" Gilbert asked sternly once he'd ascertained that the boy was awake. "Again?"

"I-I thought y-you forgot about me," he said in a hoarse voice. Damn, did his throat hurt! It wasn't any better that he was all choked up, ready to start crying.

"I never forgot about you. You're fucking parents did, and since they didn't recognize me, they wouldn't let me in the fucking house and I didn't have your fucking number, so I couldn't fucking call you to let you know that I still care! You should have gotten better and then come to school before fucking attempting suicide again," Gilbert ranted, looking more and more upset as he did.

"I'm so sorry," Matthew said, voice even shakier than before.

"You should be. Do you know how much it sucks to find someone as sweet and innocent and cute as you, lying half dead on the floor twice?"

"N-no... I'm so sorry," he said, more tears coming to his eyes.

"You should be. And just so you know, you're never going back to that house. I am going to keep an eye on you twenty-four-seven," he said matter-of-factly. "You're coming home with me, whether you like it or not."

Matthew's eyes lit up a little at that. Living somewhere where he would always be remembered? That sounded like heaven! "Okay," he agreed immediately. "For now... can you stay with me?"

"Of course." This time, Gilbert's voice was much softer than it had been the entire time he was talking.

Matthew nodded and smiled. "I'm going to... stop talking now, though... My throat..." He put a hand to it, rubbing it and looking in pain.

"I understand," Gilbert said. "Considering what they had to do to get the pills out and all. Just relax and get better. I'll stay by your side as long as you want me to... or at least, as long as the hospital staff will let me. But stop trying to kill yourself. Got it?"

Matthew nodded, fingers curling in the sheets.

Gilbert made a satisfied noise at that and plopped into the seat next to Matthew, reaching out and grabbing his hand.

"Just a warning," Gilbert began, "I may be late coming to visit tomorrow... or I might not come at all, depending on how much trouble this is... Francis, Antonio and I are moving your stuff to my house. I imagine that your parents will give us quite a bit of trouble... But it's got to be done."

Matthew nodded again and whispered, "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too," Gilbert said. "Also, I hope you don't mind sharing. We don't have any extra rooms, so you'll be staying in mine. My bed should be plenty big enough for the two of us... if that's not too gay for you." Gilbert smirked a bit at the thought, as if he was enjoying his own private joke.

Matthew gave him the thumbs up so that Gilbert knew he was okay with it.

Gilbert smiled and then he provided enough conversation for the two of them, commenting on his own awesomeness, telling Matt that he's too awesome to off himself, and filling Matthew in on all the gossip floating around the school, along with what he thought was true of it, and what he thought was a load of bullshit. All around, it was a rather enjoyable stay, until Gilbert had to leave. Matthew made him give him a hug before he left, having been devoid of human contact for quite some time.