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Pain raked through my wrist.

I glanced down at my arm. Red liquid dripped down onto my out stretched fingertips.

Blood.

I stare at it as though it was a strange new specimen in a lab. I cock my head to one side, letting my long white hair fall across my face. I slowly move the knife away. Thoughts still raced through my mind. You know in cartoons where they have an angel and a demon on their shoulders, it was like that. Pull the knife away. Don't pull the knife away because remember how worthless you are. Take the knife away because why do it? Why not? All day long, seven days a week. Worthless, worthless me. The floor rushed up to meet me as the putrid smell hit me like a wave of repulsion.

"Ryou, what are you doing? Ryou? Ryou!" a frantic cry broke into my unconscious.

"Hmmm. Wha?" I mumble.

"Ryou, what were you thinking, you freaking idiot?" I flinch as the bathroom door flings open and the room floods with light. Seto stands in the doorway with his hands on his hips. "Well…?"

"I don't know… what I always do…" I slur out, what is wrong with me?

"Pray tell, what would that would be?" Seto sounded angry, oops.

"That I am… ah… worthless." I start to cry, "Not even Bakura thought I was worth anything!"

"What happened with Bakura was out of your hands. You couldn't do anything." Seto still sounded angry but there was also a hint of fear in his voice.

"Yes there was! I could have been better! I could have been there when he needed me! IF I HAD BEEN A BETTER FRIEND!" I was screaming at him now. I stand up intending to storm out the door and lock myself in my room but as I sit up the room starts spinning and I nearly vomit all over Seto's shoes. I lie back down, resting my head back on the cool floor, still thinking that it may have been a good idea to vomit on Seto.

Seto sighs, "You can't keep going like this, Ryou. Trying to commit suicide won't help anyone." I nod, I agree but of course what does he know? He wasn't there.

He didn't see the hurt in Bakura's eyes as I left him, nor did Seto hear his anguished screams on the roof in the middle of the night.

Our last conversation still played in my head. We were in the park, me sitting crossed legged on the grass and him standing and looking down at me. He explained that he had to leave the country for a family thing and he wasn't likely to see me again. I had tears streaming down my face but I hid my emotions behind my long hair, I stared at him and we didn't say anything for a long while then I said "No you can't leave me! No! This isn't happening!" I started to hyperventilate. When I think about it now it seems selfish of me to do that, to torture him like that when he was going through worse and wasn't showing it at all. Anyway, he just said in a quiet voice and said "I have to go, I have the exotic accent." I found that funny for some weird reason then we were both rolling on the ground in hysterical laughter. Then the next day he was gone and I have never seen him since.