((TRIGGER WARNING))
Gilbert couldn't believe he was about to do this, Gilbert didn't want to believe he was about to do this… and here. He began to feel the urge deep in the pit of his empty stomach, the desire in the cold chambers of his heart, and he knew all too well what it meant yet… he didn't want to. Just, he needed this, he needed to feel, to come up for air and take a breath, he just needed relief. Even if it was just for a short while, even if it would only make things worse. He had thought he could keep it under control, and that it wouldn't matter, and that he could just stop anytime he wanted to. He was wrong and he had never been more wrong in his life, yet only now was he beginning to realize it. So here he was, shuffling quickly through the near empty boy's bathroom. His hands were buried deep in his jacket pockets, balled into fists to hide his sweaty palms.
Once he was in the bathroom he went to the last and largest stall and latched it up tight. He decided to sit down against the wall then pulled the dreadful things their hiding spot in his jacket. As the Prussian stared down with disgust he slowly rolled up the sleeve of his jacket, his eyes settling on his arms laced with both scars and fresh wounds. As if he was no longer able to control it he brought a blade up and slowly slid it across, feeling the blood begin to pool as he repeated the process a few times more. After a bit he slowly began to stop the bleeding, doing his best to not get anything anywhere. After some time he had almost completely stopped the flow of blood and he put his sleeves back down and put his blades away, as he undid the latch. He stopped briefly to look himself over in the mirror, causing him to sneer. He couldn't stand what he had become.
He hurried out of the bathroom and back into the hall, not looking where he was going by now and just focused on getting back to his class which was now in the lunch room. Not seeing anyone or anything in his way…. Yet.