Chapter 2: F*** you~!
Matthew rolled up the sleeves of his favorite red sweatshirt with a maple leaf decorating the center, he usually left the long sleeves down to cover his scarred wrists but today he really didn't give a fuck anymore who saw the criss crossings on his arms. He sighed heavily before picking up his coffee mug and pressing it to his lips. As he took a long sip of his maple coffee, he examined his kitchen for a bit. It was rather small with granite counter tops and two stainless steel sinks full of unwashed dishes. On the wooden cupboards, that were only hanging a foot above the counter tops, were countless pictures of Gilbert. Matthew just about choked on his coffee, his morning had actually been quite delightful before he remembered Gilbert. But that's how it happened every morning. Matthew would sleep in late, slam a fist into the stupid alarm clock, and go out to get some coffee. His mind was too hazy in the morning to remember any of the past months occurrences until he saw the pictures, then horrible memories would come flooding back and would stay put throughout the day, no matter what Matthew did. The sad part was that Matthew couldn't bare to take them down after his morning cup of coffee, so he'd let them hang there while he went on with his despicable life. Around mid-day Matthew would retreat to the bathroom to throw up his meals and to slice dreadful marks into his arms. He would then stare aimlessly at the TV for the rest of the day before heading off to bed. Sleep was a rare thing for Matthew, he would only get an hour or two if he was lucky every night. But that hour was usually filled with a horrible nightmare that will make Matthew scream and cry and wish he still had someone to comfort him.
Matthew scowled at the pictures, "Damn things…" he murmured to himself before taking another sip out of his Santa mug that was outdated and as his father put it "tacky". Matthew practically jumped when he heard a knock on the door. Making his way to the large oak door, Matthew grumbled out "Coming.". He opened the door and rolled his eyes at what he saw. There was practically a parade of people on his front lawn. They were all dancing to a hit song called, "Want you back" or something along those lines, they were also stomping on all of Matthew's flowers that he had worked on for the past five years of living in his house. Matthew glowered at the people, "Get off my lawn!" he snapped. The music came to an abrupt stop. "Stop stomping on my grass and flowers and go away!"
"Geez Birdie when did you become such an old man?" a very familiar voice cackled from the center of the crowd.
A rumble of whispers erupted around him as Matthew walked furiously down the four steps and onto his lawn. "Ok where is he?" Matthew mumbled. He searched the crowd before finding a semi terrified Gilbert, Gilbert wore a very fancy suit with a maple leaf tie that Matthew bought him for Christmas. Matthew dragged the taller man back to his porch, glaring at everyone who even dared look at him. Once on the porch Matthew hissed, "What the fuck do you think you are doing?" Gilbert smirked and looked down at his ex-lover. "I'm getting you back." He announced proudly, puffing out his chest. "I don't want you back, leave." Matthew replied with a scowl.
Gilbert frowned, "Birdie I-"
"Don't birdie me. I am not your birdie." Matthew growled at his ex. "Oh really? Then why is there a tattoo just above your ass that says so?" Gilbert smirked. "That means nothing anymore ass hole." Matthew glared. "Oh come on baby! You're even wearing the sweatshirt I bought you!" Gilbert laughed, "You are nothing but a dick and a cheater," Matthew frowned, point at Gilbert as he spoke with an accusing finger. Matthew had forgotten that he rolled his sleeves up and when he remembered it was far too late. "B-Birdie," Gilbert choked and grabbed on to Matthew's arm, "What the hell are these? Did you do this to yourself?" Matthew pulled his stained wrist away from Gilbert's tight grasp. The pale man somehow went one shade paler as Matthew nodded with a sad smiled playing on his lips. "I deserved it right?" Matthew chuckled, "If you loved me so much why did you cheat? I figured it had to be me. I was the reason. So I have to be punished for ruining my own life right?"
Gilbert frowned and chewed on his lip. "I won't let my birdie get hurt." He mumbled, Matthew laughed in response. "You already did." He growled before running back into his safe house and slamming the door behind himself. He froze for a moment before sliding down the decorated oak door and to the wooden floor. "That w-was my last chance…" he squeaked out, covering his face with his dry hands. He began to cry softly as Gilbert slammed his fist against the door over and over again, eventually Matthew heard police sirens. The door he was leaning against sprung open causing Matthew to be sprawled across the floor like a lifeless doll. Strong, warm, and familiarly pale arms wrapped around Matthew as he was carried out of the house and to a bright red ambulance truck, where he was strapped in and drove to the hospital. "Birdie?" Matthew looked away from the bright red pleading eyes. "Birdie please look at me."
"Why? Why would I look at you ever again? You are truly pathetic." Matthew growled with tears in his eyes, betraying every word he spoke. "I hate you."