Matthew sat on the library floor, puzzled. He was still trying to decide if he was homosexual, bisexual, or hetrosexual. He had feelings for Gilbert, so he quickly could cross off straight. Matthew continued to add up points as he retook the test.

"What're you readin' Birdie?" Gilbert said sitting, next to the boy.

"Nothing, really." Matthew said, holding the book against his chest. "It just fell off the shelf."

"I see."

Matthew stood up and placed it on the shelf. He grabbed another book, and sat down next to Gilbert again. Then opened up the front cover of the book. The blonde blushed a bit as Gilbert rubbed against his arm, while turning the page of his book

"Gil."

"Yes, Birdie."

"This is a weird question." Matthew turned and looked at Gilbert. "Do you know your sexual orientation?"

"Uh." The albino looked at him a bit before answering. "Yes, I am gay. My parents hate me for it."

He smiled, laughing a bit.

"How about you Birdie?"

"I'm not sure, but I think I'm bi."

"I see." Gilbert looked out the window. "It's getting dark we got to go."

The two boys stood up, waving to the lady at the front desk before leaving. The wind was colder than it had been. The air was damp and wet. No one was shopping, or playing at the playground. It again felt like a ghost town. The two hopped on their bikes and were off, the three miles back.

Matthew followed Gilbert to his garage to put the bikes away, and after Matthew insisted he can't be left in the dark alone. Gil walked Matthew home with the blonde clinging to him the whole way home, jumping if he heard a stick break or water splashing against a rock.

"Thank you Gilbert."

"You're welcome Birdie."

Matthew turned to walk into his house, but Gilbert pulled him back. Turning him back towards him.

"What I don't get to say goodnight." Gilbert pecked the smaller boy on the cheek. "Gute nacht, Birdie."

He turned and left. Matthew was shocked, but he turned back around and went inside. His Dad was at the table eating dinner for once. The kind that you microwave.

"So how was your day." he asked. "Work was horrible, I got yelled at for complaining that it was my vacation time."

"It was fine, Gil and I went to the library."

"Oh okay. It's fine you went to the library, but I don't like this Gilbert kid."

Matthew rolled his eyes and walked up the stairs. He grabbed Kuma out of his jacket pocket as he walked up the stairs. Having a small conversation with his polar bear, even though he couldn't answer back.

Matthew jumped at the sound of lightning, he hated the sound of thunder. Walking into his room he shut his door, and sat on his bed not bothering to try and fall asleep. He was too scared of that dream, and the thunder to bother to fall asleep tonight. He laid back on his bed, bored, with nothing to do. He slowly looked around his room. The rain went 'pitter patter' on the window pane, but then Matthew could hear a tapping at the window. He crept up to the window, his breath was stuck in his throat. He didn't want to breath. He was scared that his heavy breathing would be would be heard by who or what was outside the window. He held out a shaking hand pulling back the curtain, he quickly yanked it aside. Nothing, nothing was there.

"Matthew." the voice came from behind him, he whipped around. Nothing once again, nothing was there.

"Matthew."

"Leave me alone. Leave me alone. Leave me alone!" Matthew sat on the floor, sobbing, holding his polar bear in his lap. He tried to plug his ears, but the voice was in his head.

"Matthew." He could feel warm damp breath, on the back of his neck. "I've found you Matthew."

The voice called out to him wickedly, he felt like water was going into his lungs. He tried to force it out of his nose. His throat stung, his lungs screamed for oxygen, but were given water instinctively. Matthew's small hands went to his neck. Suddenly, he started coughing water out of his mouth, he coughed until his stomach hurt. It was over, the voice was gone. He looked out the window, the sun slowly shown through the open window. Matthew rushed to the window, shutting it before heading to the bathroom. He reached into his pocket and took out a razor. He pulled up his sleeve, and started to make little cuts up his arms. When he finished, Matthew dabbed the cuts with a towel. He then turned on the sink. Instead of water, blood flowed steadily out of the faucet. The Canadian jumped back, terrified, quickly, he twisted it off. His stomach felt heavy, and he slowly walked to the toilet holding his hair back. Matthew got rid of what was left from the night before, which was virtually nothing. He couldn't stop, 'till his throat burned a bit and he had a horrible taste in his mouth.

Shaking, he walked back out of the bathroom. Quickly shutting the drapes, he wasn't leaving his room at all today. There was a small knock at the door.
"Matthew? Are you okay?"

"Yeah."

"Aren't you going to have breakfast before I leave?"

"No, I'm fine."

"Okay, see you at dinner." Matthew's father said. "Oh if you get hungry, there are leftovers from my dinner last night."

"Okay bye."

Matthew could hear his father's footsteps echo down the stairs. Then he could hear the door open and slam shut behind the man who walked through the door. The Canadian reached into his pocket, and pulled out his cellphone.

Gilbert: Hey Birdie want to hang out today?

Gilbert: Birdie are you still asleep?

Gilbert: Hello

Gilbert: Hallo, Bonjour, Hola? Anyone home?

Gilbert had left several messages. Another text came in, as he looked as the previous texts.

Gilbert: I'm coming over there, don't say I won't be able to get in because your old man doesn't lock the door...That sounded a bit stalkerish...

Sure enough the door opened, and he could hear footsteps coming up the stairs and down the hallway. Then came a knock at the door, and it opened slowly. Gilbert poked his head through the door.
"Oh my gosh, Birdie you look like shit."

"Really?"

Matthew's hair was messy from the incident, his eyes were teary and red from the whole thing. His clothes wrinkled, dabbs of blood still were on the Canadian's hand. Gilbert walked up to him, sitting next to him on the bed. He ran his fingers through the shorter boy's hair, detangling the knots in his soft, blonde hair. Also wiped away a few tears that fell from Matthew's eyes.

"What happened?" Gilbert asked, his eyebrows were knit in concern. "Your crying, your hair is a mess, and you're almost as pale as me."

"You won't believe me."

"Why not? Of course I would believe you."

"Promise?"

"Cross my heart."

"I was attacked." He cringed thinking, that Gilbert would judge him. "It happens in my dreams, in my dreams I always drown. Last night, between the thunder and being scared of that dream, I stayed awake. There was tapping at the window, then I started suffocating. The whole time I heard a girl. It always ends when I'm dead, or on the verge of passing out and I cough up water." Matthew started to sob as he went into detail.

Gilbert's crimson orbs were wide, he quickly leaned in and hugged his friend. He rubbed circles onto the boys back, as he cried into Gilberts shirt. The sobs shook his small body.

"Matthew, It's okay." he said patting his back. "Now why don't you change, I'll help you find clothes."

"Okay," Matthew said, sniffling.

The two stood up and began looking for clothes. Gilberts pulled out a black, short-sleeved shirt that had a thin jacket vest.

"N-no I c-can't wear that."

"Why not."

"Because."

"You got to get out of your sweatshirt look the sleeve is damp from you coughing up water."

Matthew looked at his sleeve the red fabric was a deep shade of red Matthew knew that wasn't the water he coughed up.

"Oh no." Matthew said. Running into his bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

"Matthew what is wrong?! Please open the door!" Gilbert said, knocking on the door.

Matthew lifted up his sleeve, a few of the cuts were a little deep and still bleeding. He couldn't let Gilbert know about it. He would tell Matthew's dad, and his father would ship off Matthew to the insane asylum.

"Birdie please, you're scaring me."

Matthew opened the door, and poked his head out. Gilbert nudged the door open further, and walked in. Matthew reluctantly handed Gilbert his wrists to him. Gilbert looked at the cuts, holding Matthew's hand gently. He grabbed a towel, and pressed against the cuts. Cleaning them up before taking a gauze out of the cabinet, and bandaging the wounds. The albino gave the Canadian a peck on the cheek, and made him promise he would never do it again. Matthew got dressed in the clothes his friend picked out for him and some jeans.

"Can we stay in the house."

"Sure."

"Can you go downstairs and shut the curtains?"

"Yeah, I can do that for you Birdie."

As soon as all the curtains were shut, Matthew went downstairs. One of the windows was open, behind the curtains the air smelled of wet earth and old leaves. Sparrows chirped outside the window, the whole house was dark. Matthew sat down on the couch with Gilbert, who had his eyes closed and was listening to music. Matthew tapped him on the shoulder, to get the albino's attention. Gilbert pulled out a earbud and looked at his friend.

"So you finally came down."

"Yeah, what are you listening to?"

"I really don't know."

Matthew could hear raindrops splash against the roof, and the window. A cold draft slipped through the window, and wrapped around the two boys. Matthew shivered.

"I'm going to close the window." Said Gilbert, standing up quickly, and shutting the window.

He opened the drape slightly to close the window. Matthew could see a flash of light from outside. Gilbert pulled the drapes, and sat back down on the couch with the Canadian. Then, there was a boom of thunder that made Matthew jump, then another, and another. Matthew started to whimper a bit. He felt an arm around him, and Gilbert put a headphone in his ear, music covered the sound up a bit. Gilbert wiped away the Canadian's tears, and turned the music up a notch. Yet, Matthew had a scary feeling that someone else was in the house. Unseen, watching, and waiting. Matthew looked into the shadowy corners of the room. No one was there, but he couldn't rid himself of the feeling or the goose bumps that ran up his arms. He snuggled deeper into Gilberts arms, wrapping his arms around the albino trying not to think about it.

Matthew looked around a bit, the walls seemed to drip a red colour. He thought to himself

'They are only hallucinations, don't freak out.'

"Birdie?" Gilbert asked, taking out his headphone and Matthew's. "Is something wrong?"

"No." He paused. "Yes, but I'm just scared."

"Scared of what?"

"It."

"Okay what is 'It'?"

"I don't know, but 'it' comes to me in my dreams or like last night. Every night since I was little." Matthew's words became hushed as he finished the sentence. "I'm scared it's going to kill me one day."

He started to tear up again, Gilbert removed the boys glasses. He started cleaning them off and wiping the tears away. Attempting to calm the shorter boy down.

"It won't kill you." He said. "'Cause the awesome me is here to protect you."

Matthew looked up at Gilbert. His blue eyes looking into Gilbert's crimson eyes.

"Thanks Gil." Matthew whispered.

After a while Gilbert had fallen asleep, and Matthew laid against his friend, thinking. He didn't want to fall asleep. If he falls asleep, he would have to live a terrible nightmare. Matthew looked over at Gilbert, his head rested on Matthew's shoulder. Gilbert's soft, white hair brushed against his pale skin, his pale lips slightly open. Matthew reached his hand to Gilbert's Ipod, and turned it off. The thunder in the background still scared him, but it would keep him awake.

"Matthew~"

Matthew quickly turned to Gilbert, giving him a nudge. Gilbert's eyes slowly fluttered open.

"What's up Birdie?" He said calmly. "You look like you have seen a ghost."

Thunder rolled as if on cue.

"No, I heard it." Matthew whispered. "It was trying to come and get me again!"

Gilbert comforted the Canadian.

"I'm right here nothing will happen."

A/N: Sorry guys writers block :( good news I got my computer fixed :) so stories can come out more frequently, thank you for all the comments I think I love this story more than all my others.

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