Title: Nothing

Author: Shelby

Summary: "I don't know your name. I don't know who you are. You're nothing." Chuck and Blair one-shot set in the future after 3.17 assumptions. Warning: Very Dark!

A/N: This a future story so even though it starts with the presumed 3.17 happening. There are years in between before B attempted suicide. So I don't want to hear whiney reviewers who tell me not to write this and that because I don't understand stuff. I've been in a bad mood and I wanted to write dark. So I did that. You don't like it then don't read it.

There is a reason it's only dialogue, which is not my typical writing style. It is to go along with the subject of the story. I think you can figure who is who though.

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"How are you today, Blair?"

"The same as every other day."

"You seem more upset."

"I'm always upset, just mostly underneath the skin. I like to hide it from people. It's a game I play with them, only they don't know the rules. I'm cheating them. All of them."

"Why do you like to cheat people, Blair?"

"Because they cheated me, especially men. I want them to pay. I want them to feel inferior, confused, and scared of being alone. Just like they made me."

"But you're not alone, Blair. Your friends and family come and see you every day."

"But he doesn't."

"Who's he, Blair? We're always talking about him, but you haven't told me his name. What's his name?"

"I don't like to say his name anymore."

"Do you want to write it down?"

"No. He doesn't need a name. He isn't different then any of the other men in my life, other than being worse. He used to be different, but then he hurt me."

"How did he hurt you, Blair?"

"He cheated me. He used me."

"Is that why you cheat men now? Because he used you? You like to make them feel used too?"

"Maybe."

"Why do you think he doesn't come and see you?"

"Because he's ashamed to look at me. He used me and now I'm trash. He made me worthless and now I'm nothing."

"Does that mean you think he still loves you?"

"He never loved me. You don't do that to people you love. You don't use them."

"Are you mad at him? Do you hate him?"

"No and yes."

"What does that mean?"

"I'm not mad anymore, but I hate him. It's not that hard of a concept to figure, doctor."

"I thought we agreed for you to call me by my name, Blair."

"I don't like names. They're too personal. I wish you'd stop using mine."

"You know I can't do that, Blair. We make progress each day by using your name, you letting me in more."

"I'm not really letting you in. When I go to sleep at night I tell myself you're figment of my imagination. Everyone I see is. I don't know anyone anymore. I don't feel anything anymore."

"So you're not sad about what he did to you?"

"It's what he didn't do."

"What didn't he do?"

"He didn't stop someone else from using me. He let them, for his own gain."

"How does that make you feel, Blair?"

"I told you I don't feel anything."

"Then why are you crying?"

"The tears don't mean anything."

"Tears are triggered by our emotions, Blair."

"For people, yes, but I'm not a person. The act of crying for someone like you is a complex secretomotor phenomenon characterized by the shedding of tears from the lacrimal apparatus, without any irritation of the ocular structures. But I'm not a human being anymore. No emotion is involved when I cry."

"Then what are you?"

"I'm a worthless animal, caged in my own ugly and worn-out body."

"You're not ugly and worn-out. We've been over this, Blair. You're very beautiful. That is what everyone tells you, remember?"

"Everyone lies."

"I don't think we're going to make anymore progress today. You're free to go back to your room."

"Okay."

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"Mr. Bass."

"She's never going to get better, is she?"

"It's been three years. If she did it would be a medical miracle. The suicide attempt has permanently damaged her brain. Even if she does know you're name, I don't think she'll admit it."

"Could I see her?"

"I doubt it would go well if you did."

"I didn't ask how you thought it would go. I asked if I could see her?"

"Visiting hours are over at six."

"That's all the time I need."

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"Blair."

"I don't want to see anyone today. Please go away, whoever you are is irrelevant to me."

"I can't go away. I want to see you."

"You couldn't want to see me. I don't know you."

"You do know me, Blair. I'm the one that you hate. You won't say my name, but I know you know who I am. Tell me who I am."

"You're nothing."

"Blair-"

"I want you to go away. I don't want you here. You're not real. You're nothing. It doesn't matter if I hurt you because you're nothing."

"Are you trying to tell me how I made you feel?"

"Do you know they shaved my head to remove the bullet?"

"Please, don't."

"I didn't have hair for the longest time. No curls. See I shot myself, but they wouldn't let me die. They took the bullet out and put the memories back in. I think if I ever get the chance I'll try and choke them out of me. And if that doesn't work then I think I'll bite off my own tongue and choke myself to death. I read about it in a book. It was very enjoyable."

"I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean for this to happen to you, Blair."

"You had nothing to do with it. You're nothing."

"I love you. I always will. I'm so sorry."

"Apology: a regretful acknowledgement of an offense or failure."

"I am regretful. What I did was-"

"You didn't do anything. That's what you did. You didn't stop it. You didn't do anything."

"Blair-"

"Please leave now."

"Say my name. Blame me with my name. Then I'll go."

"I don't know your name. I don't know who you are. You're nothing."

"You could destroy me. I want you to destroy me. Say my name and it will kill me. Do it, Blair."

"It's already killing you."

The door slammed in his face. He broke down and cried. But it didn't change anything. It was too late. She was too gone. And he was nothing.

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A/N: Like I said this is a future story so even though it starts with the presumed 3.17 happening. There are years in between before B attempted suicide. So I don't want to hear whiney reviewers who tell me not to write this and that because I don't understand stuff. I've been in a bad mood and I wanted to write dark. So I did that. You don't like it then don't read it.