Take Over

Ruby red orbs stared into the mirror. The eyes peered back, sad.

She was alone. She had the house to herself, Ludwig was out with Feliciano, grandfather was at work, neither Antonio or Francis had called lately, and Eilzaveta was annoyed with her, as was Roderich.

The albino reached forward, opening the medicine cabinet. Ever so slowly, she grabbed the sleeping pills from the top shelf, fumbling to open the bottle with shaking hands.

It was about half full.

How many should she take?

How many would it take?

Eight was a lot. Enough, she hoped.

She laid them out on the counter, filling the cup to the rim with water, then sat that down as well. She moved back to her room, grabbing the neatly folded not, placing it on the edge of the bathtub. She turned the faucet on, making the water incredibly hot, adding in some of those scented bubbles. She took the eight pills and the cup of water, setting them atop the note.

She slipped of her clothes, climbing shakily into the bathtub. Once filled, she turned off the tap, letting herself soak for a moment before setting to work.

One pill.

Then two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

There, eight.

It would be about an hour to kick in, most likely. The she'd be asleep, until whatever was in those pills took over completely and it would all be over.

If you had known her, she'd be the one you'd least likely expect to do this.

But she did anyways.

Four hours passed, and in comes Ludwig with his hyper Italian boyfriend.

"I'm going to the bathroom!" Feliciano called, opening the door and stopping in his tracks. "Oh, Jul! I'm— Jul?"

Why wasn't she responding?

She'd probably just fallen asleep.

"Luddy! Jul fell asleep in the bathtub!"

"Was?" the albino's brother blinked. H moved into the bathroom, leaning down and shaking her shoulder. This usually isn't like her…

Shouldn't she have woken up from the shaking, gasping and yelling, telling them to get out?

"Jul? Julchen?"

Absolutely nothing.

"Oh, hey! What's that?" Feliciano pointed to small folded paper, balancing on the edge of the bathtub. Ludwig caught it as it began to fall, opening it and scanning over it for a moment before reading aloud.

I'm sorry, okay?

That I wasn't good enough. I'm sorry.

To whoever's reading this, I'm sorry. Please don't blame yourself.

Luddy, take care of Grandpa and Feli, okay?

Antonio, Francis, I swear if you two fight I will haunt you until the day I die. Also, don't feel too hurt over this; I'm not much of a loss, after all.

Uh, Elizaveta, Roddy, keep on doing whatever it is you do, or… yeah.

Sorry, I guess, if you care (which you don't).

-Julchen Beilschmidt

So, I need to stop writing fan fictions like this-

But yeah, here's this. So. I guess just a little something to hold everyone over until I update a multi-chapter.

I should be updating BRS soon! I have the next chapter almost finished.