Fool Me Once Shame on You, Fool Me Twice...

                                                 

PrussiaxReader

Author's Note: So I just wanted to do something a bit depressing for once and this came up. Before you read, please listen to depressing music. Okay, ONWARD WITH THE STORY!!!

You crashed into the lockers as Brianna and her crew of preps began beating you up. You just stood there taking it in, not caring about the pain.

"FREAK"

"SLUTLY EMO CHICK!"

"DUMBASS!"

Their words where just whispers in your mind. Their beatings were just small sensations on your skin. Nothing was registered on your mind. You just stood there, dazed. You could have fought back. Heck, you could have beaten them up very easily, if you wanted to, but no, your anger, aggression, and ferocity were all gone. Only a empty shell was left inside you. Everything was gone except that little fire inside of you that kept your body moving. You felt a little scratch on your check and blood started trickling down your chin. You saw Brianna holding a sharp nail file. You smiled sadly at the sight. How pathetic it is to be hurt by such piece of metal. Brianna slashed at you again and it went right above your eye. You began licking the blood, tasting the metallic liquid. The girls gave you a look of disgust.

"Masochistic bitch. No wonder, no one likes you." You smirked lightly.

"True, oh so true. I enjoy every little electrocution of the nerves as they are slashed, burnt and bruised. Try it, its' even better than that disgusting spa treatment you all have."

They all gaped at you, not knowing what to say. You bent down to pick up your bag and began hunching toward your next class in silence. Little did you know that a certain albino had been watching the whole scene with sad red eyes.

~Flashback~

What about Gilbert? Well, he wasn't the same either after that day. He was still the outgoing guy that everyone wants to see, but he changed inside. He began questioning his actions and the things that happen around him. He began asking himself who he really was. He always called himself awesome, yet was he really? The thought was in his mind constantly and it began to grow every time he saw you. He wasn't sure what to feel when it came to you. He wanted to laugh at you, point out your faults, and remind you of the dreadful day, but he couldn't do it. Every time he tried, something began tugging his heart. Lately, it began to grow worse. He hasn't been breathing well either. He asked his friends but they thought that he was joking and would laugh. Not wanting to lose face, he laughed to, but at the back of his mind told him otherwise. Gilbert began to see you in his dreams. Your (h/c) hair, (e/c) eyes, and smile would linger in his thoughts. He realized that he really loved you. He began remembering the time where you and him were a 'couple'. Every memory was like a stab at the heart for him. He wanted to make it up to you but he knew that you were to scarred, hurt to love him or anyone anymore. It broke his heart into pieces.

You were walking up the stairs toward the roof. Even if that was the very place that changed you, you actually enjoyed beginning up there alone to think about your life and the things that happen around you. Except, today, you were not alone. As you opened the door, your heard muffled sobs. You cocked your head in confusion. You began looking around to a see who was there and you noticed a blob of white hair. You immediately knew who it was. You opened your backpack and reach in for a certain object. Once you had it in your hand, You began walking toward Gilbert with the object behind your back. Gilbert heard your footsteps and looked up to see your stoic face.

"_-___?" You gave him a sad smile. He stood up.

'____! I'm so sorry for hurting you so badly. I never wanted this to happen. I was so stupid that I didn't realized what I had done. Please, I'm so sorry. I realized that I love you. It broke my heart to see you and I knew. Please for give the unawesome me."

You still had your smile at him. You showed the object you had on your back for the whole time. Gilbert stared at you in confusion.

"_-_____Why the hell do you have a knife?"

"Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice...." You ran up to him with your knife directly at his heart. Gilbert was able to grab your hand before you could impale him. 

"_____!!! STOP IT! DON'T DO THIS!!! ITS NOT WORTH IT!!!" Your stared at him and slapped his face with your empty hand. Tears were forming and falling down your face. Gilbert just stared at you in surprise.

"Not worth it? You don't know how it feels to be hurt like that. You betrayed me and yet you think its not worth it? How could you?! I CARED FOR YOU! I THOUGHT YOU CARED FOR ME!!!" You were sobbing when Gilbert hugged you. He was stroking your hair as you cried. 

"No, not anymore."

"NO _____!"

Gilbert felt something wet on his hands. He took a step back and looked at the horror in front of him. Your chest was impaled with the knife. Blood began oozing down your chest. You used Gilbert's hand and led it to stab your heart, not his. Blood began trickling down your lips. You looked at your chest, then at Gilbert. You gave him a bloody smile and fell.

"________!!!!"

Gilbert caught you.

"DON'T DIE _____, DON'T DIE!!!!!"

You gave him one last smile. With your finally breath, you said:

"Happy April Fools, Gilbert....."