I give fair warning this is very dark and rather graphic, well for me it seems it is anyway. Screw it you came this fair enjoy.

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Tears fell from blue-violet eyes as he felt the blade cut deep into his wrist. He drew it up his arm, almost to his elbow. He switches hands and does the same to the other arm. As the warm red flowed from the wounds freely he drops the razor. He wonders how long he'll be left on the floor of his bathroom before someone finds the body. Its not like anyone cared about him. His vision begins to swim and blacken at the edges. He feels so tired. The sound of the front door opening registers to his mind as his eyes drift closed. Oh right, the housekeeper he hired to help him clean was coming over today. She calls for him he thinks and he lets more tears roll from his eyes as he looses consciousness.

Jeanne Rivers worked for a maid company. One of those small run out of home type places. She liked her job especially since she had the pleasure of being the one that went over to Matthew William's home. The young bachelor was always a pleasure to work for since he tended to help out with the cleaning and always made her pancakes as a thank you. She knew that his family tended to forget him, even the people he worked with would forget him. He said he felt invisible to them but she couldn't figure out how anyone could overlook the cute Canadian. She made sure to tell him that when ever he started to get depressed about things.

Over time the two became close friends and would even get together from time to time for things other than cleaning Matthew's home. Jeanne did find it odd that Matthew never spoke much about his job or family aside from in passing. She knew he had a brother who he worked with and his father worked in the same office as well but beyond that she had no clue. She did know he hated how they all forgot him. She had come over once for his birthday, funny it was also Canada Day. She had brought him a cake in his favorite colors and had gotten him some hockey gear. When she got to his house he had opened the door and she had gave him a warm 'Happy birthday!' He had forced a smile but she could tell he had just been crying. When he invited her in she noticed he was alone. She asked him where his family was and he just smiled a sad smile and told her, "They must have forgotten me." It had nearly made her cry to hear the accepted defeat in his voice at his family forgetting him on his birthday.

That had been last week and now she was back at his home to do her job. The front door is unlocked, not unusual if the Canadian was home. She calls out as she opens the door waiting to her his response from wherever he is in the massive home. Really who needed such a large home for just yourself and a big weird dog. It had to have had at least four bathrooms and five bedrooms in addition to the master suite. The kitchen was huge and filled with the latest kitchen appliances, it was one a gourmet chef would be jealous of. She made her way into the great room and looked around calling out for Matthew once again. She then hears a scratching coming from down the hall that leads off from the great room to the bathroom and study. Curious she follows the sound and sees Kumajirou, Matthew's strange dog, scratching at the bathroom door and whining.

"Do you need something in there Kuma?" She reaches to the knob and opens the door. The sight in the bathroom nearly has her screaming and retching at the same time. Blood. Blood everywhere. And lying in the middle of the crimson pool is Matthew, his hair soaking up the liquid. She quickly backs out of the bathroom and races to grab the cordless phone just around the corner in the great room. She dials 911 and pulls the hand towel from its hanger by the sink.

"What is your emergency?"

"My friend just slit his wrist. I need an ambulance!" She wraps the towel around the arm she sees is bleeding. Only then does she see that he's slit both. "Oh god, he's slit both of them." She begins to cry as the dispatcher tries to tell her what to do. It isn't even five minutes before the ambulance is there and the paramedics are getting him onto a stretcher to go to the hospital. They ask her for his information and she provides it. They don't let her into the ambulance but she makes sure to grab his house keys and wallet from by the front door. Checking that Kumajirou has food in his bowl she hurries out and follows the ambulance to the hospital.

She gets there and they tell her will have to sit in the waiting room. She makes sure to give them any information she can and then settles into a seat.

It is another hour before a doctor comes out and calls for her. "Jeanne Rivers." She stands and walks over to him.

"That's me. Is Matthew, is he going to be alright?"

The doctor looks at her sadly, "We're not sure. We thought we had lost him at one point. Just as we were about to pronounce him dead he started coming back. We have him stabilized now. We were hoping to contact his family, they should be here."

Jeanne frowns. He was right, they should be. "I'm sorry doctor. I don't know how to get ahold of them. Aren't they listed on his emergency contacts or something." She bites her lip. She wasn't even sure she wanted them to know what Matthew had done. She blamed them.

The doctor shakes his head, "No. He doesn't even have a contact number for where he works."

The silence hangs between them for a moment before Jeanne speaks. "His family ignores him and forgets he exists constantly. I think they're why he did this. They didn't even show up for his birthday last week."

The doctor nods, "Then I suppose that makes you the closest to family he has. Follow me." The doctor turns and she follows him down a few halls and then into a room. There is the steady beep beep of the heart monitor and Jeanne sees that they have an iv in his arm. An arm that is wrapped in clean white bandages. The other arm matches. She takes a seat next to the bed and takes his hand. It feels cool to the touch and she notices that he looks paler than he usually does. They had cleaned his hair so it was now free of blood. He looked so young all of a sudden. He didn't look like he was in his mid-twenties anymore but rather in his late teens. She supposed that was because he was unconscious and had relaxed the tenseness that always seemed to envelope him.

The doctor clears his throat to draw her attention. "Ms. Rivers. I'm going to have to ask you to help us out a bit with Mr. Williams. It is hospital policy when a person comes in who has attempted suicide that they go to therapy. I'm sure you can understand why. What I am hoping you can help us with is making sure he goes to his appointments and to also keep an eye on him when he is discharged."

Jeanne nods, "I don't mind. Matthew has a pretty large house, I'm sure he wouldn't mind me staying with him for however long I need to."

It was another hour before Matthew woke up. Jeanne was relieved to see his blue-violet eyes after fearing she would never see them again. "Hey there. How are you feeling?"

The look of confusion that comes over him when she asks him that question worries her but she tries to dismiss it.

"I'm fine. I think. Uh, who are you?"

The question shocks her and she tries to stay calm, "I'm Jeanne Rivers. Your friend."

He still looks confused and glances around the room. "Where are we?"

"The hospital." He must have just been confused by everything. "I found you in your bathroom when I came over earlier today. You had cut yourself." She looks at his arms and he follows her gaze to them, still looking confused.

"Oh." His voice wavers a bit and he looks away from her. "So we're friends?"

"Yes."

"Do, do you remember my name then?"

She looks at him in shock. He didn't know his own name? "It's Matthew, Matthew Williams." When he doesn't respond she moves to stand, "I'm going to go get a nurse or the doctor." She moves to the door and looks back at him before she leaves to do as she said, "Matthew, do you not remember anything?"

He pauses a moment to think on it before shaking his head. "No. I can't remember anything"

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Ah so Matthew has amnesia and only his housekeeper knows anything about him. Let me know what you think and please review.