Draw a Circle that's the Earth, I am (name)~ (Hetalia x Reader one shot)

Depressed!Self-harm!Germany X Unknown!Reader- Who is She?

A request by @MidnightPax

Enjoy!

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WARNING: TRIGGERING. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE TO READ SELF-HARM/DEPRESSION STUFF, TURN BACK. NOW.

<Third Person POV>

It was a very sunny day. Not hot, it was still spring, the sun shone brightly, making the shadows of nearby trees stand out more. The leaves swayed, the clouds moved across the sky as if they were boats.

You were floating out and about, it has been a very long time since you were... Never mind. That's irrelevant for now. Anyways, you were at a bit old brick school building. You didn't have any memories from the past, but you knew this place. A bit has changed, but it was still the same, shabby brick structure.

A yellow bus has arrived. By the length of your placement at this school, you knew it was a school bus. You have heard a boy talk about it. People poured out from the automatic doors, without any emotion, without words.

'It used to be very boisterous...' You mumbled, as you swayed inside.

Kids, who seemed to be in junior years, bustled through the hall, opening and shutting lockers. They seemed to be in a hurry, though it was still 30 minutes before class started.

'Kids these days...' You sighed, as you noticed a rather muscular boy with blonde hair walking to the opposite direction than the others. His face was pale, eyes without shine. He grabbed his binders and walked into the janitor's closet. Being your curious self, you decided to follow him.

<Doitsu's POV>

I walked into the janitors closet, locking the door. It was a routine, never to be known. I acted mature in front of Feliciano and Kiku. But internally, I was immature and weak. I pulled out a razor from my pencil case, and revealed my scars from previous cuts. They didn't hurt much, but they sure looked ugly. I placed by razor on my wrists, and-

"Don't do it." I flipped my head to the door. I was pretty sure I locked it, and no one, no one new about this. But there was another entity in the closet. It was a rather pale... Female? And... Wtf she was floating. I don't believe in ghosts and spirits, but I was seeing her in my own eyes. She floated towards me, and the next thing I know, she snatches the razor from me. I tried to grasp my razor from her, but every time I try to grab her, my hand goes through, as if I was sticking my hand into the mist.

"You can't. Don't even think about it." She stated, and the razor vanished into thin air. How can a piece of matter just disappear? Though it caught my curiosity, I decided not to question her.

"Should I help you?" She asked in a monotonous but demanding voice. When I kept quiet, she asked once more.

"SHOULD I HELP YOU?" I had no choice but to say yes. That was when my rehab began.

<Third Person POV>

First, you had to force the boy back to the janitors closet while you threw the other razors and scissors out. Once the two of you got home, you had to restrain him from moving out of the chair so that he could eat. You had at least 24 cuts and bruises to bandage. But the hardest of them all was to protect him from his abusive parents. They smacked him with a beer bottle. The threw knives at him. They shoved him in the basement which was a nest full of spiders and rats and dust balls. You really couldn't do anything, but to tend to his wounds. But you stuck with him. You didn't leave him. And that was pretty much a part of your routine now.

~Time-skip, Lud's POV~

It's been a long time since I ever saw her. I successfully graduated high school, much to my surprise. My depression ended there, and that was it. I haven't seen her in 3 years. So here I am, at my old school campus. No students were there, it was still a Sunday. I decided to enter.

"Looking for anyone?" An old looking janitor spoke to me.

"Yes, do you know any recent deaths of a girl?" I asked, hoping for an answer.

"That... No deaths of a girl. Only a boy here."

...

Then who was she?

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Finished! Sorry if Lud was a little OOC. Remember, requests are open!