Aren't You Glad You Didn't Turn On The Lights?
Gilbert was too happy. It was friday, and it was time to relax, and chill out with his friends.
Heading to his dorm to change out of his uniform Gilbert rolled his crimson irises at his brother and roommate Ludwig, who sat at his desk, his nose buried in a chemistry book.
"Where are you going know brother?" The german asked, looking up from his text book.
"Out partying with Francis and Tonio, why wanna join my awesome friends and I? Kesesese!"
Ludwing rolled his eyes and went back to studying.
"I don't know why you hang out with them, there bad friends. There not gonna help you pass exams. But if your going out partying have fun and don't drink so much. The last thing I need is you coming back drunk, and I fail my exams because of lack of sleep."
Gilbert rolled his eyes. "Yeah whatever, while I'm out get rid of that stick thats up your ass will ya!" Gilbert kesesed out the door.
An hour passed before Gilbert realized he forgot his phone and wallet. Heading back to his dorm, Gilbert thought about what his brother said and tried his best to be quiet. Without turing on the lights Gilbert tip-toed to his descarded uniform pants, grabbed his phone and wallet and tip-toed out the door.
Around 3 am Gilbert started to make his was home. Thinking about the wonderful time he had with his friends. As Gilbert walked closer to his dorm he noticed police men, yellow caution tape and students crowded around the door.
Sprinting down the hall Gilbert pushed past the students, and police telling them that, that was his dorm.
Letting Gilbert inside he stopped dead in his tracks and dropped to his knees.
His brother, his sweet, young brother was on the floor, dead.
His neck was twisted in an odd angle, Gilbert noted that both of his legs were broken, his face was missing pieces of skin here and there and his arms and back were littered with multiple slashes, cuts and burns.
A police officer tapped Gilbert on the shoulder lightly. "Are you Gilbert Beilschmidt?"
Knodding his head Gilbert got up off the ground and wiped the tears he didn't know where falling.
"Please follow me." Gilbert followed the officer in to the bathroom, only to fall to his knees again and vomit all over the floor before passing out.
What was on the wall you ask?
A message to Gilbert, written largely in Ludwigs blood:
"Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the lights?"
A/N: I don't know what I just wrote but I like it. Sorry people for not updating. Isn't highschool a bitch? Well oh well enjoy :)