So, I was gone for two weeks at "summer camp" though it was pretty much fat camp... and the ENTIRE time I was thinking about the next few chapters :) so baisaclly you need the background of the story, the next 2,3, maybe 4, chapters will be flashbacks, this ones in third person and its mostly about gilbert.
He laid in his old bed, his home away from home, with a woman, the love of his life, elezibeta. his head laid on her cheast, there breathing had slowed down. the brease from the fan cooled the sweat on there bodys.
"gilbert?" she asked
"yes, lizzie?"
"rodriche asked for my hand in marrige, I said yes"
"but, you said, you said, that you wanted, ME"
"gilbert, when it comes down to it your just like an emotionless dildo, but he, rodricks like, sweet and strong and mysterious"
"yeah i see, so this was like break-up sex? for so long ive loved you but now i see you for the cunt you are"
he climbed out of the bed and slipped into his boxers, right as rodrich walked in.
apon seeing his naked fiancee in bed and gilbert getting dressed he inquired
"whats happening here?"
"Im moving out"
"you did last month"
"well this time its for real, i see im not welcome here"
"did you just have SEX with my fiancee?"
"yeah, and its probbly the best shell have for years to come" than he turned to elizabeta "i really loved you"
"gilbert! I!"
"go gilbert, your not welcome here, get out of my sight."
so gilbert left his house, no, gilbert left rodricks house, where he lived with his makeshift family for so many years, his family was broken, his heart was broken.
on his way to his basment in his bruders home he met a man he had gotten into a bar fight with.
"hey your that dick that tried to fight me last week?"
"yeah what are you gonna do to me? kill me? it would be a favor"
"what the fuck are you rambling about?"
than he punched gilbert, gilbert didnot fight, his body went limp, and he cryed, he let himself cry like a baby as the man beat him, and left him. gilbert collected himself and went home to the basment room of his brothers house, he locked his door and opened a beer. he drank it and broke it. his hands shook as he cut deep into his wrists with the broken beer bottle. he pressed his arms into his chest and fell asleep.
he stayed in his room, drinking, cutting, smoking, blarring angry german rap, than listening to the fast, angry words of ani difranco.
I opened the fire door to four lips
none of which were mine kissing
tightened my belt around my hips
where your hands were missing
and stepped out into the cold
collar high
under the slate grey sky
the air was smoking and the streets were dry
and I wasn't joking when I said Good Bye
Ludwig and feliciano where worried, at breakfast they left a plate infront of gilberts door, then at lunch they collected the cold breakfast and placed a plate of lunch at his door, the same happened at dinner than the next day at breakfast.
after a week ludwig called francis
"gilbert has locked him self in his room and hasnt come out in a week, will you come get him?"
"uh, sure I'll be there in an hour"
when francis came over ludwig sent feliciano up stairs and picked the lock on gilberts door.
Click
when the door opened the air inside was cool and gilbert was curled up, asleep on the bed. little peices of paper where chalked and colored with black and red and taped up everywhere. it was truly a mess. francis strode over to gilbert and picked him up. he had lost alot of weight.
Gilberts eyes opened as he clung to the body in his pitiful state, his eyes where blood shot and there where dark, deep bags under them, ludwig helped him into a new, cleen shirt and francis took gilbert to his home and laid him down in his own bed than curled up beside gilbert before wispering into his ear,
"poor little bebe, whoever did this to you should pay, little gilbert, sleep now"
Go to sleep, my baby
Keep those night thoughts away from your head
Let the clock give a tick, the dog give a lick
Your heart beats soundly on your dreamboat bed
Go to sleep, my baby
There is nothing the morning can't undo
I will watch and weep at your peacely sleep
And make sure the beddy-bugs don't get you
'Cause they'll try to harm you
That's what they do
How do you keep a bleeding heart wide open?
How do you stand directly where you're standing?
Keep your bleeding heart wide open
When you fall what happens when you're landing?
Go to sleep my baby
The world revolves around your tiny little skull
It will whirr and moan as you hum the drone
That a hurdy-gurdy plays to lift you out of the lull
Go to sleep my baby
Sleep deep now before the wooly wolly gong
For your sleep is guard 'gainst the cold and hard
A soft shroud of safety in a world gone wrong
'Cause they'll try to harm you
That's what they do
How do you keep a bleeding heart wide open?
How do you stand directly where you're standing?
Keep your bleeding heart wide open
When you fall what happens when you're landing?
i know its rushed and short but i you like it, there will be a second part to this chapter