Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh! so don't bug me.
WARNING: This is a dark fic. But maybe not so dark. Contains: depressing thoughts, a bit of blood, etc. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ch 1 Ryou's Musings in a Journal
Everyone thinks I'm so happy, because I'm always smiling.
I act like nothing is wrong.
I seem like a carefree happy go lucky person.
Well I'm quite the contrary.
It's all a mask, I tell you. Deep inside, I'm hurting.
I'm buried under my own burdensome.
Hiding it as I go on. It's not like I can say something.
So quiet, practically invisible. I'm always alone. Lovely, isn't it?
Pain and loneness, perfect combination, wouldn't you say?
Don't you have a family you ask?
Family?
My sister's dead, my mother's dead, my father's away.
Well, where's your friends?
Friends? I have no friends.
Yugi and the rest of them don't care.
In fact, they'd be much happier without me there intruding.
And my yami definitely doesn't.
I'm just alone, left in the dark, sulking in my morbid thoughts.
Gloominess and agony clouds my mind.
Tears, streams over my face. Why, you might ask?
Because I'm pathetic. I'm weak. I'm so. . . craven.
I have nothing, only problems, with no solution.
I am nothing, nothing to anyone.
My life is a Ra damn hell!
Shocker isn't it, I, so innocent, would swear?
Well, maybe not, or maybe. . . I'm not so innocent.
Wouldn't you say?
Wouldn't it be better if I just left this Ra forsaken world?
Wouldn't it be better if I no longer suffer this agony?
Wouldn't it be better if I just disappeared?
After all, no one even cares.
A knife is sharp and pointy.
Such a shiny, intriguing item.
Awaiting for something to pierce,
Like my flesh pale skin.
Shall I give it some color? Red, would look nice.
The cold metallic blade touches my skin.
The warm dark crimson flushes out onto my journal.
Covering my writing in a sickening red color.
Dizziness over comes me. My writing gets sloppier by the moment.
I shall leave this cruel painful world.
Sister, I've come to join you. Farewell, Bakura, farewell. . . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/n: Well how is it? Constructive criticism is useful. Any suggestions are fine. Review or flame.
WARNING: This is a dark fic. But maybe not so dark. Contains: depressing thoughts, a bit of blood, etc. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ch 1 Ryou's Musings in a Journal
Everyone thinks I'm so happy, because I'm always smiling.
I act like nothing is wrong.
I seem like a carefree happy go lucky person.
Well I'm quite the contrary.
It's all a mask, I tell you. Deep inside, I'm hurting.
I'm buried under my own burdensome.
Hiding it as I go on. It's not like I can say something.
So quiet, practically invisible. I'm always alone. Lovely, isn't it?
Pain and loneness, perfect combination, wouldn't you say?
Don't you have a family you ask?
Family?
My sister's dead, my mother's dead, my father's away.
Well, where's your friends?
Friends? I have no friends.
Yugi and the rest of them don't care.
In fact, they'd be much happier without me there intruding.
And my yami definitely doesn't.
I'm just alone, left in the dark, sulking in my morbid thoughts.
Gloominess and agony clouds my mind.
Tears, streams over my face. Why, you might ask?
Because I'm pathetic. I'm weak. I'm so. . . craven.
I have nothing, only problems, with no solution.
I am nothing, nothing to anyone.
My life is a Ra damn hell!
Shocker isn't it, I, so innocent, would swear?
Well, maybe not, or maybe. . . I'm not so innocent.
Wouldn't you say?
Wouldn't it be better if I just left this Ra forsaken world?
Wouldn't it be better if I no longer suffer this agony?
Wouldn't it be better if I just disappeared?
After all, no one even cares.
A knife is sharp and pointy.
Such a shiny, intriguing item.
Awaiting for something to pierce,
Like my flesh pale skin.
Shall I give it some color? Red, would look nice.
The cold metallic blade touches my skin.
The warm dark crimson flushes out onto my journal.
Covering my writing in a sickening red color.
Dizziness over comes me. My writing gets sloppier by the moment.
I shall leave this cruel painful world.
Sister, I've come to join you. Farewell, Bakura, farewell. . . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/n: Well how is it? Constructive criticism is useful. Any suggestions are fine. Review or flame.