How could this have happened to you?
You were almost a victim of-of ...
Even thinking of the word sends shivers up your spine.
The look in his eyes, the feel of his touch racing against your skin, the rough nib against your lip, the lust in his voice... The look of concern he had when he saw the scars...

The warm sensation of tears bursting from the pools in your eyes wasn't a new feeling, for the remainder of yesterday and all of last nigh was spent in a pool of your own tears, drenching your bedlinen. The quaking of your body wasn't curable, the only thing that was able to comfort you was having your quilt wrapped around you entire being; acting as a security blanket. The slow pumping of some depressing songs playing to you through your headphones kept out the sounds of the outside world, locking you in your 'dome of gloom'.
When Berwald brought you back to your dorm, you insisted on being left alone; he left you without a word, but the look of heartbreak glimmered on his face. You haven't been disturbed by anyone ever since, something makes you think that now everyone knows of what happened; there is no way you have the strength to go to class today. Gilbert was still an obvious lingering thought in your subconscious, but you were concerned about what was going to happen to him; maybe this was your fault and you unconsciously lead him on.
The doorknob of your dorm began to swivel around, however it seemed to skim past your detection as you sulked into the quilt. A weight was noticed on the end of the bed, but you brushed it off and assumed that Berwald had finally decided to come see if you were going to join class today; as soon as they spoke you jumped out of your skin and literally out of the position you were lying in. A set a beady scary red eyes glared at you in the dim room, talking to you, but fear muffled everything it was telling you; that's when you cracked.

You: snatching your pillow and beating Gilbert with it
I'M GONNA KILL YOU!

Gilbert fell off the bed and scampered around on the floor like a cockroach when the lights have been turned on; he didn't anticipate a reaction like this, catching him completely off guard. You chased after the boy with a fire in your eyes and confused vengeance in your heart; you were a bat out of hell.

Gilbert: crawling on his hands and knees, pleading
____! Please just let me talk! Just let me t--

You: slapping him over the head
EAT PILLOW!

That sparked something inside Gilbert and he tilted back his head at you, with a sly grin. He took his chance as you were lost in his sudden change of character and bought himself enough time to snatch another pillow off your bed and delivered a decent whack to your side. He smiled back at you while taking a quick bowl, carelessly tossing the pillow over his shoulder while doing so; so he wants a pillow fight, eh?

...

You slid down the wall panting and chucking your pillow over near your bed, watching as Gilbert sat on the ground, hunched over getting back his breath. You were both smiling, more exhausted than an athlete, but due to that pillow fight, you lift the past in the past.

Gilbert: gasping
Can.. I talk... Now?

You nodded your head in response, clearly too breathless to verbally answer.

Gilbert: settling his breaths
I came here to ask... About jour scars.

Your (e/c) eyes immediately darkened, killing the light inside; this was an older secret than the Little Miss Cyber Blog.

You: trying to give little information
I got bit by a dog when I was a toddler.

Gilbert: frowning
Tell me vhat really happened?

You: crossing your arms
And I lost a little weight, that's all. Scars are natural... (Looking at him seriously) What? Do you think I was abused or something?

Gilbert: deepening his frown
So you were?

You: grinding your teeth
NO! My family is super protective and they'd never do that to me!

Gilbert: sighing
Just tell me!

He really isn't going to give up, is he?

Gilbert: looking down at his legs
My grandpa doesn't know of vhat happened yet, but he vill soon. I vas stupid I know, but vhen jou began to cry, I vanted to stop, but then jou vould think that I'm veak; it hurt me so much. And then, vhen I saw jour scars, I vas curious, but it also made my blood boil vhen I saw jou vere 'injured', then I could only think about vhat jou vent through.

Was he trying to use you as his escape goat from getting into trouble? Or... Is he genuinely concerned and won't be able to sleep at night until he knows the truth? I mean, he just spilled his 'guts' and told you how he felt or was it just a lie? Well fare is fare I guess and you can't keep a secret like this hidden for ever.

You: mentally preparing yourself for the story
When I was 3 I was playing with my two older brothers and our two ex pig hunting dogs, they were good dogs and retired from pig hunting due to their ages; my dad raised them back when his family did pig hunting. Anyway, me being a silly 3 year old started making pig noises and ran around the yard squealing; this triggered the dogs hunting instincts and they mulled me in front of my two brothers which were 8 and 5 at the time and my mother who was pregnant with Adrian. It was a miracle that my father heard the screaming and used the release command just in time; it was even more of a miracle that they didn't go for my neck, or I wouldn't be here. When I was at the hospital getting stitches in my torso, my dad took the dogs to get euthanised; I blame myself for their meaningless deaths.

Tears pricked up in your eyes and you could see the same happening to Gilbert.

Gilbert: muttering
_-____...

You: hand lifting up stopped him in his tracks
Then, when I was 8 I started getting bullied for being a heavier weight then the other kids, so I decided to stupidly starve myself. By the time I was 13, I was told that I was anorexic; I didn't quite understand what was so wrong with being 'skinny', but the bulling began again and I was labeled as a walking skeleton. My doctor told me if I continue at this rate, I'd surly die before I reached adulthood. This was when 'something' big happened to me and it helped me grow and fix my habits. All of my scars are the reminders of me being mulled and my drastic changes in weight that happened in such a small timespan. This is such an important secret to me that only six people know of it, my mother, father, Locklan, Reece, my doctor that I have had my whole life and now you; not even Adrian knows about my scars, even though he witnessed my weight changes.

Gilbert: flabbergasted
I-I ... VOV! I'm honoured, but vhat vas the 'something' that happened that help jou save jourself?

There is no way your telling him that it was the Little Miss Cyber Blog you founded around then; you've already told him enough of your life for today.

You: making something up on the spot
I realised the value of being healthy.

Gilbert nodded his head in response, taking your answer genuinely.

You: sighing
Shouldn't you go to class?

Gilbert: smirking up at you
Shouldn't jou too? You seem better.

You: thinking
It's a free period, isn't it?

Gilbert: taping his nose in response
JA! There is 20 minutes left .... ve have computer technology thingy class next together.

You: getting up and smiling
Give me 5 minutes to get ready.

Gilbert: taking seat on your bed
Sure, okay...

You pulled your uniform out of the draw and turned around to see that Gilbert was still in your room; you sighed and walked into the bathroom to get changed instead of your room.

Gilbert: confused
V-vhere are jou going?

*Slam! Click!*

Gilbert: whining
Jou had to lock the door too!?!

Ha!
Some people never change!
I guess that's why you always give people multiple chances to redeem themselves.

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Thank you for reading!

~BlueTimeFly