((I hope this is the right chapter, sorry It's really late and I'm tired as fuck omg...))
Gilbert pulled into the garage at about ten minutes before eight. He cut the engine and jumped out of the vehicle, removing his muddy shoes before stepping into the room. He put his shoes on the rack and continued down the hall.
Immediately, he went to the linen closet, quietly slipping behind the door. He reached up and opened the ceiling panel before pulling down the ladder, trying to be quiet. Gibert quickly climbed up the ladder, before pulling it up behind himself. He walked over to where all his stuff had been the day before. The boxes hadn't moved from their lonely spot in the corner. Gil picked up the necklace along with everything else and brought it over to an old, dusty desk that belonged to his Great Uncle Fritz. He set everything down, placing his papers from the library on the desk. The albino pulled out the desk chair and sat down. He reached behind the desk and plugged in the small desk lamp, and quickly he started looking over the documents. So it turned out the fire started without a known reason. The neighbors didn't notice that anything was wrong until they looked out of their windows and saw the fire reflecting off the lake. When the fire department got there, the second floor collapsed immediately. They started fighting the fire to prevent the possible forest fire.
Then Gilbert found something useful.
The house belonged to Mr. Nicholi Johnson, who lived with his wife (Anastasia Johnson) and daughter (Edith Johnson.).
Edith. Edith was the name that was crossed out on the candyland board. Why was Edith's name crossed out? There had to be a reason. Maybe it was because the person didn't want to be reminded of Edith, whether because they were good friends or they felt guilty.
"Yes! I am awesome!" Gilbert cheered quietly. "I figured it out! I'm so awesome!"
Gilbert then sat in silence for a bit. "Damn, I didn't really find anything out…. I'm still awesome though."
Gilbert pulled one of the boxes up onto an old nightstand before rummaging through the contents. He pulled out the maple leaf necklaces, and an old photo album.
He placed the album on the desk and opened it up to the front page. In big scrawled handwriting
'Property of' and then in childish handwriting it said 'James Williams', he turned to the next page there were several pictures. All baby photos, next to the photo it said 'James age 7 months'. The following pages contained pictures of James growing up with several people who seemed to be family members. He then turned to a page of Matthew's father and a girl, both wading in the lake with a picture of Gilbert's house in the background. She had large, deep, blue eyes with glasses and long, curly, blonde hair pulled into twintails by red bows. On the side of the picture it said, 'James Williams and Madeline Bonnefoy 1985'.
Gilbert looked at the girl in the photo. She was similar to Matthew, same eyes, same hair colour, even their facial structures were similar. That last name though, he knew that last name. Gilbert yanked his phone out of his pocket and made his way to contacts. He moved down the list until he found his friend, Francis.
Gilbert: Do you know anyone named Madeline?
Francis: I had an aunt named Madeline, no one knows where she went and we don't talk about her.
Gilbert: Did/does she have children?
Francis: Not that I know of, she was pretty young. Why?
Gilbert: Just wondering
Francis: Okay well that was quite the weird inquiry, mon ami.
Gilbert: I know
Francis: Well I have to go mon ami I have a date.
Gilbert: Is that all you ever do? Date people? Who is it? Is it Michelle? 'Cause I know you've been flirting with her.
Francis: Non, and I'll have you know Gilbert Beilschmidt I have been with him for two months now! and who says I can't flirt with a girl who will obviously will never like me.
Gilbert: Yeah, yeah, go have your fun Francy pants.
Gilbert tossed his phone back onto the desk. He leaned back into the chair just thinking,
"This is fucking confusing, my brain hurts."
Gilbert stood up, grabbing his phone before shutting off the desk lamp, he walked over to the door and felt for the latch. He pulled the door up and climbed down the ladder before pulling the door back into place.
He walked down the hall quietly.
"Gilbert?"
"Was?" Gilbert looked down the dim hall to the kitchen where his Grandpa stood.
"Do you want to eat?" He asked.
"Nein, I'm just going to go to bed."
"Guten Nacht, Gilbert."
Gilbert opened his door and stumbled in. He tossed himself on the bed, falling asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.
Matthew sat in his bed, things had been getting better since what had happened. He inspected the cuts on his body. Some of them were self-inflicted but the other were from her.
"Hello Edith..." He said, looking up at the corner of the room.
A small girl stood in the corner of the room. Her pale skin was almost white, her dark brown eyes slightly sunken, her blonde hair was knotted, and dripping wet. Her white night gown was ripped at the bottom and clung to her legs, water dripped off her small fingers. Instead of replying, Edith stared at Matthew, tilting her head a bit. Her lips parted a bit to show off a set of pointed teeth, but the smile turned back into a frown.
She walked toward Matthew.
"Please, d-don't get too close.."
She looked confused, but kept walking until she was close enough to touch the blonde. Her brown orbs stared into his blue-violet eyes. Edith smiled widely, she knew she was making the boy uncomfortable as she saw him twitch under her gaze. She enjoyed watching him suffer, but it was the time of the night she had to leave. She patted the Canadian's head, he shuddered a bit as the cold traveled through his body. Edith slowly walked to the window and opened it, climbing out into the cool summers night.
Matthew leaned against the wall, his heart beating out of his chest. He sighed and hugged Kumajiro close to his chest.
"Who are you?" Kumajiro said, looking at the Canadian confused.
"Not right now Kumikiko…"
"But who are you."
"Matthew, your owner.."
Kuma snuggled into Matthew's chest. "Why do you look so sad?" The bear asked. "You should try to cheer up a bit."
"I would if I could Kuma."
"Why don't you call that weird boy who smells like beer?"
"You mean Gilbert?" Matthew sighed. "I don't want to bother him."
Kuma pulled back and looked at Matthew "He said to call him if you need something."
"Yeah, but I don't want to bother him because-" The blonde slicked his hand through his hair. "I like him."
"The more the reason to talk to him silly." The bear replied, slightly giggling.
"Fine..." Matthew said, picking up his phone. He quickly found the contacts on his phone and dialed Gilbert. He gently lifted the phone up to his ear, and waited as the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"H-hi." Matthew said, blushing at the sound of Gilbert's voice. "C-can I talk t-to you."
"What's wrong birdie?... You're stuttering a lot." he paused. "Did she come back?"
Matthew didn't want to tell Gilbert about the encounters he had had with the ghost that didn't end up with him cut up, or scared to death.
"N-no, I just want to talk to you."
"Can it wait until morning, or do you want to see me right now?" "Please answer with, 'the morning will do'."
"Yes, Gil it can wait until morning."
"So why did you call me at like one in the morning anyways?"
"I just wanted to hear your voice thats all." The blonde blushed. "Well, bye Gilbert."
He hung up, barely giving Gilbert the time to say goodnight. The Canadian leaned against the wall, closing his eyes. Matthew tossed his phone so that it rested on the edge of the bed. He had to stay awake, he couldn't let the dreams get to him. He couldn't live through the dreams again. He had to stay awake.
Yet his eyes started to flutter from the days of sleep deprivation.
"Oh fuck it." He said, closing his eyes. Matthew laid down onto the bed, holding Kuma close to his chest. He got the feeling of spinning, he opened his eyes and watched as the murky darkness gathered around him. He sighed. 'here we go again.' …
Matthew woke up in a cold sweat. Same dream as always, it wasn't going away anytime soon. The blonde looked at his phone's screen for the time. It was about sevenish, his dad had already left for work and he was home alone. Matthew pulled off his t-shirt and pulled on a red flannel hanging on the foot of the bed, before yanking on his shoes. He wanted to see Gilbert. No. He needed to see Gilbert. He quickly jumped off the bed and ran down the hall, stopping at the stairs to text Gilbert that he was coming over and to meet him outside. Matthew didn't want to be rude and just show up, the Canadian quickly walked down the stairs.
He met Gilbert on the porch of Gilbert's lake house. "So what did you want to talk about birdie?"
Matthew looked down at his feet. "Um, I just wanted to tell you something." Gilbert smiled. "B-but you have to promise that you won't hate me for it."
"I promise Matthew, you can tell me anything." Gilbert said, Matthew took a deep breath. 'It's okay, he promised that he wouldn't get mad at you.'
"I um." Matthew said, blushing and looking at his shoes….
"Gilbert.. I… think I love you…"
A/N: MUAHAHAHAHA long time no see and I give you a cliff hanger! I'm so sorry XD
Thank you all so much for waiting so patiently. And to the people who got mad at me for putting that A/N umm I put up one so people knew I was taking a break and not dead or something. Is that so hard to understand? LOL anyways hope you enjoyed this sucky chapter!