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He slammed the door behind him, leaning against it. Yes, he went back home after the 'eating garbage' incident. He leaned up against the door, closing his eyes. He could see his father sitting on the couch, but he knew he would remain unnoticed. As always. Unless he was being beaten or tormented. He sighed and started up the carpeted stairs toward his bedroom, stopping to look in the mirror.
"I hate you. Why do you have to be such an outcast? Why are you such a loser? Why can't you just get yourself noticed? You're nothing. Nobody cares about you, Matthew. Nobody ever will." He sighed, continuing to talk to himself, "its not like SHE cares about you. All she wants to do is go hang out with her real friends but nooo, she has to be nice. You fall for her trick every time, too. Why is that, Matthew? Why do you fall for her freaking trick every time? Because you're stupid. That's why." Turned, facing his fathers bedroom.
His father's bedroom, where his father kept a gun.
The thought repeatedly sprang through his head. A gun. A gun. Easy way to kill. I want to kill Gilbert. A gun… he started towards his father's room, the same words flowing through his head repeating. He finally reached the bedroom and quickly yet silently opened the door, heading straight for the bed. He leaned over, grabbing a small black box from underneath. A gun. A gun. Easy way to kill. I want to kill. I just want to kill. He opened the box, revealing the intricate gun, running his fingers along the barrel and the trigger. He closed his eyes, imagining the rush of sticking the gun in Gilbert's face. Showing him who truly was the boss here. Showing him that he didn't deserve the torment. Proving that he was worth it. Yeah, he would. He deserved it, right? Then it wouldn't matter. He could die himself. As long as the evil was eliminated, the balance would be undisturbed again. He could do it, he knew. It was building in his stomach. The thought of it was so appealing. To make a difference. One that in his mind was good. Gilbert couldn't hurt anyone if he was dead, right? Right.
He took the gun and stood, heading towards his room. The gun was loaded, no need to worry about bullets. All he needed was two. One for Beilschmidt and one for himself. He grabbed his hockey jersey; it was large enough to cover the gun. He slipped it on and silently climbed down the stairs, whispering a goodbye to the father that never loved him, but he loved back anyways.
"I'm sorry…"
~Pagebreak~
He walked up the steps to the school, making sure that he didn't make a sound. The birds didn't fly away in flocks as usual, but they stared at him as if they knew he had a plan. He took his time, throwing the doors of the school open wide as if he owned the place. After a small pause to look at the time, he figured that it was the third class of the day. Good. Beilschmidt always skips third to go smoke on the roof…he smirked, heading up the long staircase to the fourth floor, and into the janitors closet. There, a set of old style spiral stairs leads to a door on the ceiling, which lead to the roof. He looked at the stairs- he would've thought they were dangerous if he hadn't been up there before. He quickly flashed back to a time that he felt way better…
~~FLASHBACK~~
"Come on Birdie! It's awesome up here!" the albino was already halfway up the rotted-looking stairs. The Canadian seemed to sink into himself a bit.
"B-but… w-what if it falls… or w-we get caught, eh?"
"Please Birdie?" the albino put on the most innocent, adorable face he had. He knew Matthew was a softy for that type of thing, so he wasn't surprised when the boy kicked the ground and muttered a quiet agreement, then started up the stairs behind him. The albino threw the ceiling door open and stepped up onto the roof, the blonde following quietly. He took the boy's hand and led him to a small patch of hidden garden. They sat on a small bench, the albino taking out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. The blonde closed his eyes, taking in the familiar scent of tobacco. It got stronger suddenly, as a cigarette was pushed against his lips. He opened them, letting the joint settle in his mouth. He smiled around it, his companion actually being quiet for once. He opened an eye, looking over at the albino, meeting his eyes. He blushed and looked away, but he still felt the eyes on him.
"What, Gilbert?" the albino didn't say anything, just took the cigarette out of his mouth and leaned over, kissing him on the cheek. His lips were soft like the petals of a rose. The Canadian leaned away as the albino muttered something, something that Matthew didn't quiet catch…
"Ich liebe dich… that's why I have to hurt you…"
~~PRESENT TIME~~
He slowly crept up the stairs, silently opening the door. He hated Gilbert for all the things he had done, but breaking his heart was by far the worst. He had cried for weeks, stayed home from all the parties and events that were held annually. He didn't want to see Gilbert. Ever. But eventually, he was dragged out of the house by Felix and Elizaveta, forced back into his regular routine. Minus skipping third to smoke with Gilbert.
He headed towards the small garden, knowing his target would be there. He sat down on the bench, the lone albino didn't notice, he just stared up at the sky. The Canadian leaned over, taking the joint from his mouth and placing it in his own. He stared up as well.
"What are you looking at?" the albino jumped, then smirked.
"The sky." The Canadian rolled his eyes. Then pulled out the gun and smirked.
"You'll be even further away when you're in hell tonight."
HEY! Sorry about the long wait. Just, you know, end of the school year stuff and all. Heh :3 and a piano recital…
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