Another day in Matthew's life passes, why was he still alive? He was never noticed never given love. Matthew sat at the park bench by himself. Alone. . As always, he sat by himself. "I should just die. . And live alone."
"Is this seat taken?" Matthew looked up from the autumn coloured leaves that scattered the ground. Looking up he was met with an albino man, whom was probably German coming from the accent.
". . Uh? Oh no. . Take it." He replied sighing and moving over a little and looking back down at his hands.
"I'm Gilbert Beilschmidt, I come from Germany. I'm new around here, is there anything I should see here?" The albino asked his smile large as he looked over at the Canadian.
"Matthew Williams, there are a numerous amount of things to see." He said with a fake excitement along with a fake smile. Soon enough this Gilbert wont remember he exists.
"Is that so. . ? Could you show me aro-"
"I'm so sorry. . But I have to go, I-I'll see you around I guess." Matthew said quickly getting up and lowering his head slightly and quickly walking away.
Once home he closed the door locking it and slid down it crying, "why. .why did he talk to me? I'm so useless, why would someone want me to help them, how did he notice me. . ?" He curled up against the door holding his head. His eyes wanting to pour out, but he was unable to do so, as he had ran out of tears long ago.
Especially when he was younger he cried so much, because his step-father had always forgotten about him, his brother eventually ignoing him, his teachers always forgetting to call his name on the role or give him his marks back despite him being a straight A student. The days he was noticed were when people needed someone to beat up, needed help with something. One time a young girl said she loved him, yet she went off with someone else and had sex with him, breaking his heart. His heart so broken, so crushed and so ruined. He always thought that he was meant to die, not meant to live and was meant nothing.
"Im going to bed. The only thing that loves me. . . Apart from pancakes and maple syrup, hockey and. . And. . Polar bears." He murmured getting up and crawling over to his bed and wrapping himself in the blankets, "I love you bed." With that his mind went blank taking him to a world of hopes and dreams, well. . That was what he hoped for.
His dreams being filled with sorrow, sad memories of his past and things he never ever wanted to remember but did. He was so restless having to constantly get up have some water, washing his face or just sitting there staring at the room walls before attempting to sleep. Finally his dreams had left putting him to some ease, being able to sleep nicely and peacefully, even if it was for a few hours.
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