He took in a deep breath. He clenched his teeth and fell against the wall. A sharp pain ran through his head and pulsed there for a moment. These pains kept happening again and again since that day. The day before- NO. He shook his head quickly ridding himself of the thought. If he thought about it the pains would come back. He hated himself for being controlled like this. Why?Why do you do this? Why am I so weak?The pains of his old scars throbbed in his mind. Stop. Please, stop. He took in sharp breaths. It's over. It's done. Get over it. He repeated the mantra again and again in his mind.
He nodded to himself and stumbled down to his room nudging his way slowly. He grabbed the golden painted door knob with a shaky hand, opening it slowly. He shuffled in, his head down fighting with his own mind.
You deserve to die. There's no point in your life.Shut up! Stop it! I can't help it!Oh you can help it. You're just a sorry kid who won't stop wallowing in his own pain!His brain screamed at him. Tear brimmed his eyes. It was right. It was always right. It was the rational one. It saw the truth.
You're right... He wiped away his tears quickly and plopped down in the white painted chair that sat in front of his black desk, holding pencils, colored or normal, paintbrushes, pictures and drawing, markers, and everything one could think an artist would have. He immediately dropped his backpack off his shoulders, sliding it onto the thin brown carpet. Unzipping the bag, he pulled out a notebook that held all his past projects and extra paper.
He ducked under his desk turning on his radio. The song: Perfect Two by Auburn pushed out another noise.
-You're the apple to my pie
You're the straw to my berry
You;re the smoke to my high
You're the one I wanna marry.
Cause you're the one for me
And I'm the one for you
You take the both of us
And we're the perfect two.-
Yugi held back tears once more and leaned down quickly, changing the station. He let out a deep breath to steady his soul as his core hurt again. He tore at his shirt and held in scream. It hurt so much. He skin was hot and his throat was stuck. He wanted to cry and scream, but he held it in pushing it down again. He panted and dug his dull chewed on nails into his desk, clinging for dear life.
Little Yugi, pah, so weak. Dying would be so much easier.
Shut up! I-I am not! Yugi cried. I-I...I won't...
Oh? So you're telling ME that you're SANE. You're FINE. Please, you needed him to keep you that way.His mind boomed the You're only a nuisance, a pity reminder of what would have never happened. You sicken me,it spat.
Yami...Yugi bit his cheek. He had left him for Tea a few months back. He couldn't hate her. She was a nice girl, she made him happy. They were good for each other. Yugi had cried the longest he ever had that night... The day before Valentines...He wiped his eyes furiously. Stop it! He sighed and began to draw. We're just...friends...
