fire chapter four so my mom got me a new Internet cord ^.^ cause my antenna
snapped off mine so i am finally uploading! enjoy!
when the morning came, Gilbert felt much better, like after a long time of much needed
sleep. He opened his eyes to the bright blue wall.
"are, are you awake?"
Gilbert turned over to see a boy, about 20, sitting in the chair in the corner.
"uh, yeah, um who are you?"
the blonde boy in the chair
chuckled and put down his book.
"I'm Canada, a country, like you. I'm the
country north of America. You can call me Matthew"
"..."
Matthew laughed softly and ran his and though his hair
"Francis asked me to watch
you, his boss called him into work, he wont be back until midnight, at the
earliest."
"oh..."
"are you hungry? I made some pancake batter, i can
fry some for you..."
"Hungary" Gilbert mumbled, than he looked into
Matthews eyes and cleared his throat. "um, yeah, pancakes sound perfect."
downstairs Matthew fried some pancakes and Gilbert sat at the island. When
Gilbert reached for his plate when his sleeve came up above his cuts, still
crusty with blood.
Matthew gasped and dropped the pan.
"i guess he
didn't tell you..."
then Gilbert got up and rushed to the bathroom. He
stripped and turned on the shower. He shivered as the cold water hit his skin
and it soon turned warm. The door of the bathroom opened.
"Gilbert"
"get out"
"please don't do anything...scary...please?"
"get out"
Gilbert washed the thick clots of dried blood from his arms. Then he just
snapped, his back hit the showers wall and he slid down it, ignoring the ripping
sensation that the plastic left on his skin. He sat in the bottom of the shower
and cried. The most pitiful, choked off cry you have ever heard. Until the water
ran cold and he shut it off. He sat in the same spot and shut down his body.
After a hour of silence Matthew decided to check on Gilbert, his eyes where
glossy and his body was limp. Matthew came closer
"Please" Gilbert voice was a whisper "please, help me" his voice cracked"
"I'll do what I can"
Matthew responded, without really thinking, he stayed quiet and thought of his
words "what do you need?"
"tiramisu"
"um what?" Matthew was confused
"its all i eat when I'm like this"
"well i guess we can go to the store"
Gilbert smiled for the first time in days.
That night when Francis came home he had bags under his eyes, he stepped into the bedroom and
found Gilbert and Matthew sleeping next to one another. Gilbert arm was slung
over Matthew and his face was buried in Matthews hair. Francis smiled and turned
off the light. Retreating to the guest bedroom for the night.