"Gil! Where did you park your car? It's pouring out here!"
"Uh, well, actually, my car was stolen..."
"What? How are we going to get home?"
"We'll run!"
"What? But-"
You grabbed my hand and took off running.
"That was a great dinner Roderich. Thank you so much!"
"Of course, Elizaveta."
They were driving back to Elizaveta's house. It was still raining outside and water droplets ran down the windows. The car splashed some poor passerby on the sidewalk, but Elizaveta and Roderich were too busy talking to take notice.
Gilbert was still outside. He didn't feel like going home yet, so he killed a couple of hours at the local bar with his fake ID. He nursed a drink, not drinking much and left with the bill put onto his father's overflowing tab. His clothes and hair were still wet and got even wetter since it was still pouring outside. Gilbird was nestled in his inside pocket, warm and cozy.
Suddenly, a black car whizzed by and splashed Gilbert with a wave of dirty water. Pedestrians either hurried along or stopped and laughed, but Gilbert didn't care, for he just saw Elizaveta's light brown hair fly past him, in the black car.
When Gilbert finally got home, his living room was practically destroyed. Lamps were smashed, the table broken in half, the sofas covered in beer and throw-up. His father must have been very drunk and lost a lot of money on gambling.
"Father?" Gilbert whispered tentatively and flicked on the light switch, bathing the room in a sickly white glow.
A giant hand flew for his throat and trapped him against the wall. A kitchen knife wobbled at his forehead, drawing a thin, red line.
"Turn... the light... off..." Gilbert's father hissed.
"O-okay Dad. D-Don't freak out." Gilbert stretched for the switch and turned it off.
"Good," he sneered and stumbled back into the darkness. Gilbert could hear him staggering around and crashing into more things. He walked to his room, careful not to tread on any broken glass or ceramic. When he got there, he closed the door softly and turned on his bedside lamp, which emitted a warm glow. It was his only source of light in there, besides the window. The ceiling light had been broken years ago.
"Hey Gilbird," Gilbert whispered softly, lifting Gilbird out of his pocket. Gilbird woke up and cheeped quietly. Gilbert lay Gilbird on his little pillow on his bedside table. Gilbird fell back asleep instantly. Gilbert sighed and took out a small red notebook from a pile of battered, old journals and started writing:
"You know, I don't think the awesome me is that awesome anymore. I remember when I was super cool and Eliza was super lame. But, then we ended up together and she wasn't super lame anymore. Actually, she became super awesome. Now, she's with the super stupid RODERICH. How did that even hap-"
Gilbert's door was burst open by his father. He had a horrible look on his face. In his hand, was a knife.
"Gilbert! What happened?"
"Oh! I... um... I tripped."
"Don't lie Gil! You're cut all over! Did you get into another fight?"
"No..."
"... Was it your dad?"
Hey!
Don't really have anything to say on this chappie. I tried to copy how Gil wrote in his diaries from the actual strip in volume 3, but it didn't really turn out right since, as he said, he isn't as AWESOMELY PRUSSIA anymore.
Yeah... so please read and review~!
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