Warning: Self-hurt and suicidal thoughts, also attempt to suicide
II. Destiny's game
The room was badly illuminated by the hanging lamp, but this didn't matter to the person inside, at least the room gave him some privacy as his brothers wouldn't come downstairs. He snorted at how fitting the whole scenery was, it was sort of calming and depressing at the same time, yes… very fitting indeed
Hvery fitting indeed
as, it was sort of calming and depresing e heard footsteps and voices of the other two; he pulled his blondish-white hairs back a little before rubbing his bluish-violet orbs, he left the room and went upstairs to meet the two other guys, a tall blond with light blue eyes and a shorter black-haired with red eyes, this were his brothers, well only the blonde was really his brother but the other was much more nicer at him, although both seemed to hate his guts. They looked at him in mirrored disgust and the black-haired was the one to talk seeing that the other just went straightly upstairs
What started with a rater calm chat between the two older brothers ended up in shouts and complains when the youngest of the three decided to join them, his name joined with various vulgar words, Gerhard this, also that, and why not that another thing too; he already knew them by memory, he said them himself, such a waste of space he was that he critiqued his own self
When they declared that they will be joining the fight and that he was to stay here as to not get in the way, not even the resistance, they said, would want him, and he knew they were right
He left the house, carrying a bag on his shoulders, not looking back and having made a decision, he had thought about this various times but only now did he manage the courage to do it, so he headed to that place, somewhere they wouldn't find him until it was too late, once he was finally in the place he made his way inside, he left his iron cross in a bookshelf that was empty and rather low too, he went back to the center of the place, it was a small cottage with no much to it, only some chairs and the bookshelf on the opposite wall to the main door, it had been his favorite place to hide when he needed to, and what a better place for this? He couldn't think of one…
Camila was wandering in the streets of Germany, completely lost; she rarely came to this place in the world so getting lost was natural. But this wasn't what was bothering her, what was on her mind was how she would speak her mind to her brother the next time she saw him, when her cousin told her that he'll be waiting for her in France, which didn't surprise her at all, she started the list of curses towards her brother for sending her to Berlin. She could get to France rather easily, but being here meant that it'll take a lot longer, and she was thankful that she had packed so lightly, now she could walk the way to there, but first, she had to find somewhere to stay the night, he passed by a door that cached her attention, it was the main door of what she assumed to be a very small cottage, there was something to it, she found herself reaching out for the knob, and was surprised to see that the door was open…
With a chair right in the center of the room under a thick strong iron-bar in the ceiling, Gerhard had half of the work done, he got on the chair and tied on end of the robe to the iron bar testing it's resistance, then he tied the other around his neck making sure that it was resistant too, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes reedy to jump, he moved upwards kicking the chair down, failing to hear the blade cutting through the air, he went down but instead of hanging he felt to his knees, he opened his eyes to see that he was in the ground he glanced around stopping when he saw a knife hanging on the wall, he moved his eyes to the opposite directions to withhold an incredible image, there was a girl, she looked one year younger than he, with wavy black hair that made his brother's look brown in comparison and sparking eyes. She went to the wall and took out the knife which she put in her pocket and then walked to him, he was too impressed to move away, his mind racing with millions of questions, as she cut the robe in his neck, but he only managed to word one of them
"Why?" asked Gerhard
She took out the robe and put the knife back to its place before giving him a gentle smile
"I couldn't let you just kill yourself" she said
"You don't understand" said Gerhard
"You're wrong" she said
He locked eyes with her, she had almond-green eyes, they reminded him of the forest, of better times, of times where he was the beloved big brother of a pair of rebellious kids that looked up at him, he had to kick himself mentally for snoozing off, but he couldn't really help it, however he saw a serious look on her eyes, it seemed really out of place for a reason that he did not understand. She stood up and offered him a hand, which he accepted, and helped him up
"The name is Camila, by the way" she said
"Gerhard… that's my name" said Gerhard
For some reason he was feeling rather talkative, she blinked several times before putting a finger at the side of her mouth and moving her eyes elsewhere in wonder, it was kind of cute he decided
"I'll have a hard time learning that one" said Camila
She smiled brightly at him making him blush a little, then she went back to the bookshelf and took his iron cross
"I think this belongs to you" said Camila
He took it and placed it around his neck, the weight was rather reassuring, then he looked again to her
"Why are you here anyway?" asked Gerhard
"Oh, I just got lost and somehow ended up in the front door" said Camila
"So you just walked in?" asked Gerhard
"Weird huh? I don't know what came over me, then I see you on the chair and before I know it my knife had flew away" said Camila
Gerhard was doubtful of her explanation but upon seeing her confused expression he shook that thought away. Obviously she didn't have any idea on the matter
"Hey, maybe you can help me out" said Camila
He looked at her confused and she looked at him hopeful, she was weird, really weird, how could she act like she did? And then a whistling sound cut through the room and she fiddled in her pocket taking out a cellphone
"Hola?" said Camila
The rest of the conversation was in Spanish, Gerhard noted, so he didn't understand a word, especially since Camila spoke so fast, she moved her free hand a lot too, which reminded him of his brother's Italian friend, at a point she glanced at him and smiled before saying a last few words and hanging up
"Tell me, would you like to join the resistance?" asked Camila
"You're serious?" asked Gerhard
"My cousin is friends with the leader so, why not?" said Camila
"Well, I think it could do" said Gerhard
"Great, then I'll have to lead you to the meeting point, but first, do you know any place where I can stay the night?" asked Camila
"I do" said Gerhard
"Then lead the way" said Camila with an enthusiastic smile
He nodded a bit taken aback by how trusty she seemed then he remembered the knife, lying safely in her pocket, if that thing could cut the robe and still get stuck on the wall a good distance away it had to be a combination of skill and having a really sharp knife, he was shaken by the thought of what it could do with skin, though… on second thought, she didn't look like a serial killer and he could only hope he wasn't wrong. But as they made their way to the small hotel he found her to be rather innocent and kind to and he wondered just why would someone like her want to help someone like him, it was a question he couldn't yet answer…