oneshot book

life and death will always lead to love and regret

(written by my friend)

Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Violence

Fyodor Dostoevsky/Nikolai Gogol

University AU

They still have skills

Angst

Suicide

Suicide Notes
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The russian stared at his notebook, completely drained, practically a human shell. He had been working on the biggest project the school had ever assigned. "Write your own novel." He hated procrastination so of course, he started right away. That didn't stop his mind from wandering though.

The first stop was kindergarten. He'd been an outcast his whole life because of

what happened that year. He didn't know how skilled he was, and that led to some problems. What's worse is, he had already been outcast. He'd been identified as "Gifted", and everything was just so slow. He completed everything the teachers gave him, with no effort. He eavesdropped on a great many of conversations about him, weather it was adults or children, they all seemed to reach the same conclusion.

"He's a monster!"

"I know! Did you see what he did to that cat he's so scary.."

"No matter how gifted that child may be, there is something wrong with him."

"He's so distant for a child, how pitiful."

"Don't pity him. He doesn't deserve it."

So many comments like that, but he was only 6. He hated self pity, so moving on, the next incident would be 3rd grade, when he killed a girl.

"Mr.Dostoevsky, thank you so much for coming.."

The tall man cared not for anything this school had to tell him. Fyodor, was in the corner staring at the ground minding his own business, trying not to eavesdrop. It was a bad habit, according to his mother.

"You see.. umm.." The principal spoke, seemingly hesitant. Suddenly a woman burst through the door in tears and anger, and screamed, "YOUR SON KILLED MY DAUGHTER!!" She cried.

"So?" His father finally spoke.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'So?' YOUR SON-" She choked on a sob.

"And that's my problem, how?"

"YOU-!"

"That's quite enough." The principal finally intervened. "Can't you look at Fyodor? He's a broken child. He may be smart, and seemingly more mature then some adults at times, but he's only six. I believe he needs mental help and.. he might be gifted." The room fell silent. Fyodor could feel the pressure of everyones eyes on him. He hated it. He hated being stared at. He raised his head, eyes empty of any emotion. "Sorry." He muttered, not truly sorry, but anything to get eyes off of him. The memory quickly faded, due to the fact he passed out of hunger, according to the principal. After that school was torture. Kids picked on him, threw trash in his locker, trashed his stuff, poured pop on him, but they never touched them with their own hands. Perhaps the teachers warned them about something he didn't know about.

6th grade, something changed. There was a new student, Nikolai Gogol. He came from Ukraine, so his Russian wasn't very good.

(A/N: its all gonna be in english but this is like anime, you're reading in dub ok)

"Helloooo! I am Nikolai! Nice to meet you all!" He cheered, and his long white braid swung as he skipped to the teacher. "Sooo, where do I sit?" god he was too cheerful. The whole classroom was full, except for a seat beside Fyodor. "Beside Fyodor." He stated, with a tad bit of fear in his voice. "Ahaha, who?" Nikolai asked, not one bit embarrassed, surprisingly. The teacher pointed to Fyodor, and all the kids gasped, realizing where Nikolai would sit, and whispers started.