ReturnMatthew covers his mouth as he sobs silently.
Tears are streaming down his face, dripping onto his pajama pants, his knees curled against his chest. He wants to quit his tears, but is unable to. He cannot force himself to stop. He has held this inside of him much too long, and he wants this pain to end more than his tears.
Matthew swears silently, in his head, inaudible to human ears.
His cheeks begin to sting from all the water drizzling down, and he hopes and prays no one will come in to check on him at this hour. He hurriedly wipes his face, but knows it still has the mark of a crying one. He swallows heavily, and tries to calm himself.
He does not succeed. Instead, Matthew cries more.
Matthew cries for everything. He cries for being bullied when he was younger. He cries for his brother who's had to protect him for so long. He cries for Gilbert, the one who couldn't return his feelings for him. He cries for Victoria, the island girl who's stood up for him for as long as he could rem
It was the average Sunday for Alfred Jones. He had a friend over to play video games, as usual, while his younger brother (by ten minutes, as he would argue) Matthew was studying. Today, the friend was Gilbert Beilschmidt, and they were playing Call of Duty. Gil seemed pretty cool, but there was something ...off... about him. That was what Matt had told Alfred, but as usual, the older brother didn't listen.
They were about to complete a mission when Gilbert stood up and yawned.
"Hey, Alfred. Where's your bathroom?"
Down in the left, but hurry up, dude!"
"Yeah, ok." The german said while stretching and walking up the stairs.
Alfred sat for a few minutes, bored. He had heard a few muffled voices.
I guess Gil and Matt are talking?
He walked into the kitchen. He was pouring a glass of coke when he heard a blood curdling scream that made him drop the soda and the glass onto the floor.
The boy ran down the hallway, ignoring the g