WARNING! Mention of depression and attempt suicide. If you want to skip look for the skip sign down below.
Five days. Five days and four nights had past since she had been put on lock down. Elizaveta was not aloud to leave her room, and very few were allowed in; those being her maids who fed her and bathed her in her own room. Katyusha had been forbidden from seeing her as well. The master seemed to be looking for people to blame and found her. Sir Héderváry had still not visited is daughter after the incident and planned to act like nothing happened, only except seeing her face reminded him of what happened. So he locked her away from his sight.
Elizaveta began to sing to herself to pass time. Although she didn't know many songs, she made some up for comfort.
One. Two. Three. Four. Who's that knocking at the door?
A. B. C. D. Who's that watching from the trees?
Five. Six. Seven. Eight. I can't get my thoughts straight.
E. F. G. H. I think you might be a little late.
Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Can you hear the final bell?
Elizaveta felt a deathly loneliness that she had never felt before. The curtains had been nailed shut so sunlight never came in anymore, all in claim that he was protecting her from getting burned. No one, not even the servants, was aloud to speak to her. They just walked in, spoon fed her, cleaned her with a sponge, then left. Now she truly was a doll. Only meant to be looked upon from a distance, never meant for interaction.
She was empty. She had lashed out because she hadn't thinking clearly. Her entire seventeen years of life had been questioned and she had lost sight of what happened to it. Surely if her mother was still alive then she wouldn't have turned out like this.
It was he father who had made her like this.
No.
It was Gilbert.
Nay.
It was her who did it to herself.
When had she started to care about what happened to her. Long ago she had accepted that she was a ticking time bomb. Elizaveta was not meant for this world. She never was. Only when she started thinking about what little life she had could provide for her, had she tried so desperately to hold on to that life.
But wouldn't it be better to just let go?
That evening, a maid walked in to her cutting herself.
Elizaveta pulled at the tufts of her hair. She hasn't talked to anyone for a week! She tries with the maids but she never gets a reply.
Every sharp or potentially dangerous item in her bedroom had been removed. Her table, where he claimed she might use the corners to bash her head. Her books, where he claimed she could get enough paper cuts to bleed to death. Her wardrobe, where he claimed she could suffocate or use her clothes to hang. Everything was taken away in the name of protecting her. Now she was left with just her bed and one white cotton night dress which she wore 24/7.
This was now her dark, cold cell. Where she was left to suffer quietly for the sake of protecting her already futile, fleeting life.
Why had she wanted to live in the first place if this was how it was meant to be?
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Gilbert had been on the edge of his seat lately. He hadn't been able to visit Lizzy for a week! No one would let me near her bedroom. Even his pal Antonio was turning a blind eye. He desperately needed to see her and fix his mistake. She could be suffering and he wouldn't be able to do anything about it.
Katyusha had been anxious as well. Gilbert had wondered why she hadn't gone to see Lizzy either. Elizaveta treasured Kat and Kat cared for her dearly. So what was keeping her away?
Wanting answers, Gilbert went to find her and ask her himself.
"Hey Kat!" He called out to her back.
Katyusha turned around and stared at him with such a fierce glare that it left his paralyzed for a split second. Kat turned away from him and stormed off before he could stop her.
"Hey, wait!" Gilbert shouted. She didn't answer.
She hated him didn't she? He really couldn't blame her. He wouldn't forgive him either, but he needed to fix what he'd done, whatever it is that he'd done. Now that Kat wouldn't answer him he'd have to turn to the only one left who'd know what the heck is going on.
"Antonio." He said. The Spanish bodyguard was currently eating a sandwich on his post in front of the hallway leading to Elizaveta's room. The man turned took at him and gave a small smile, cheeks full of food. It was different from his usual overly cheery smile, this one was fake.
"Qué queres mi amigo?" He said in a strained voice.
Gilbert walked up to the table and sat in the chair next to the Spaniard.
"How's Lizzy? Why won't anyone tell me what happened? And why does Kat suddenly hate me?" The albino questioned.
Antonio took a nervous swallow and looked away, refusing to meet his gaze.
"I don't think you want to know, Gil." He whispered.
"Of course I do. The awesome me deserves to know what happened!" He exclaimed, but then settled down and said in a more calm voice, "I need to know what I did to her."
Antonio looked over and gazed him in the eyes. It was so unlike Toni to look so...sad. Solemnly he nodded his head and looked away again.
"It's bad...mi amigo. The master's lost it and locked the lady in her room." He told the Prussian.
"What?! Why would he do that?" Said Prussian demanded.
"Apparently the Lady and him had an argument and she wanted to leave the manor. So in order to keep her here he's locked her in her bedroom"
"But what of her? How is she taking it?"
"I had caught that one of maids saw her trying to commit suicide a few days ago, rumors are going around that she's going crazy..."
He didn't continue. He didn't need to continue. Gilbert already felt like a total ass. He had brought this suffering upon her. All Gilbert wanted was to help Elizaveta, but he just made it worse. In trying to help her live her life, he ended up making her want to take it. This was so completely, and utterly, unawesome.
"Wait, what about Katyusha? Why isn't she trying to help?" The albino inquired.
"Sir Héderváry blames Katyusha for deluding his daughter's mind. So he's forbidden her from seeing Lady Elizaveta." Antonio answered.
'So that's why...' He thought to himself. Because of him, Kat can no longer see Lizzy. Great, now he felt even more like an ass.
"Toni I have to fix this. Let me see her." Said Gilbert.
"I can't, I'm forbidden to let anyone but the maids into her room." Said Antonio.
"Please, I'm begging you! Be the awesome friend I know you are and let me fix my mistake."
Antonio didn't answer. The spaniard only sat in silence and stared into his clasped hands. The suspension of waiting darn nearly killed him. After what felt like an eternity of being nailed down in his spot, the brunette finally turned to him once again.
"Okay... I'll let you in. But if I lose my job I will kick your ass."
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