So when studying gothic lit in your college classes, you come up with some weird dark ideas and just guess what kind of depressing story I had to come up with while we were going over the different elements of this genre. Yeaaah, did I mention I can't write a happy story for Yugi yet…
Also, just so you know it's supposed to feel a bit jumpy between the different thoughts, it makes sense to the character, you'll find out.
Well anyways, tell me if you liked it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
They used to be a bright baby blue, at least I'm pretty sure they were. These walls have been here for so long now, that the color has faded and the paint is chipping off. The ceiling above me used to be such a pretty white too, but even that turned into a icky, yellowing cream.
I don't like it here, it's really sad.
I can see the cracks on these walls that have surrounded me for some time. Some are big, some are small. Sometimes I count them, last time I did it I think I counted 52 on the east wall, or was it the west? I don't really remember anymore. Maybe I'll count the north wall today. No, wait I can't I just counted a wall yesterday, I have to count something else today, or did I count the wall last week? I don't like to do the same thing too often or it's not fun, not that counting is all that fun in the first place...Maybe I'll just count the dots on the ceiling today just in case.
They always take all day to do since I usually mess up at the higher numbers and have to start over, or sometimes I just don't remember what the next number is, or maybe I just didn't learn it.
I can hear the grandfather clock down the hall. Tick tick tick…
Sometimes I like to count how many times it makes that noise before the next bell chime. I know the bell chimes mean something, but I can't really remember what. I think Mommy once said it was for time.
I miss Mommy, I haven't seen her in a really long time. One day she told me she had to leave, but she said she would come back for me! She will! She just still has stuff to do first. She didn't tell me why she had to leave, but she looked a little scared, I don't know why though. She gave me a kiss on my head and that was the last time I saw her.
Later that night there was a lot of yelling and screaming downstairs. Mommy told me that I shouldn't leave the room when I hear that because it means that Daddy was angry and didn't know what he was doing. Usually Daddy would start yelling at Mommy and then Mommy would scream for some reason. Later on in the night she would come back to my room and hold me for a really long time. I guess Mommy liked me as a teddy bear. That last night I saw Mommy though, the yelling and screaming was a lot different. The yelling was so much louder than usual, I could hear the words a little more clearly too. Daddy kept yelling "What?! Who do you think you are!" or "Like Hell! You're staying here!" and then there would be a smash of something. Mommy sounded like she was crying, I couldn't hear much of what she was saying, but I think I heard "Please." a lot. It went on like that for a long time until one really loud crash was heard and everything went quiet. Even Daddy stopped yelling and I couldn't hear Mommy anymore.
It stayed silent for a really long time, the only thing I could hear after that was some sort of dragging noise, but that's about it. Mommy never came back upstairs, but Daddy did.
He looked really angry. His eyebrows were scrunched and his face was really red. I was a little scared, but I stayed quiet like Mommy always told me to. Daddy had something in his hand, I think it was called a chain, he brought it over to me and grabbed my wrist. Lifting me up into the air he snapped the chain around it and threw me back onto the ground. He told me that I wasn't to move or Mommy wouldn't be coming back. I didn't want Mommy to not come back for me, so I obeyed liked a good boy.
I think Mommy told me I was seven years old. I wonder how old I am now. Maybe I'm eight! Mommy said she had something special for me for my birthday, so if I'm already eight, then when she comes to get me she will have it right?
I hope Mommy comes back soon, it's been a really long time since I've seen anyone. No one ever comes in here, it's really lonely. I don't even hear people downstairs anymore, so it's always really quiet. The only thing I can hear anymore is the ticking of the grandfather clock. Sometimes I hear creaks, but that's about it.
I forget what food tastes like. Mommy always said it was a good thing for me. Sometimes she would bring up some of her special dishes for dinner. From what I remember it was warm and made me feel good, I wonder what it was.
I think I remember my tummy really hurting a long time ago. After Mommy left Daddy never brought me dinner, so I was always really hungry, but then one day it just stopped. I wasn't thirsty anymore either! I was really happy because now there wasn't any temptation to be a bad boy and move, I could stay here and wait for Mommy like I was supposed to.
I'm still really lonely though. Sometimes if I'm lucky a mouse will run by and I can watch it play with its mouse friends, but they don't come around very much.
I have been a good boy right? I did as I was told, so Mommy will come back for me right? Until then I'm gonna sit here in silence counting the things on the walls, or the floor, or the ceiling.
Wait what's that noise? Are those footsteps? Is Mommy finally coming back for me?!
I sat up straighter and watched the hallway intently. To my utter disappointment it wasn't Mommy who came in front of my door. It was just some strange man in a black hood. I couldn't tell what he was carrying in his hand because it was the one that was away from the door. He seemed to be really focused on the grandfather clock down the hall.
I didn't dare call out to him, I didn't know who he was, or what he was doing here, and if it happened to be one of Daddy's friends I didn't want him near me. I don't like the friends Daddy brings home, they were loud and mean to Mommy. So I shrunk down and tried to hide myself as best as I could with an open door and nothing but a wall behind me.
He stood there for a long time doing nothing but stare at the grandfather clock. He was kinda creepy, I just wanted him to do something at this point.
Or at least I thought I did.
Suddenly he turned towards me and walked into my room. His robe dragged along the floor behind him, and because of the hood I couldn't see his face. As he got closer to me I let out a whimper and curled further into a ball, but I didn't dare run, because I knew I couldn't, I had to stay right here or Mommy wouldn't come.
Once in front of me he stopped moving. I could clearly see what was in his hand now, I don't know what it is called but it had a long black handle and a curved metal part on the end. Using his free hand he pulled down his hood. I was met with ruby red eyes that looked far more gentle than his outfit suggested. He even had hair that was just like mine.
Giving me a smile he outstretched his hand in an invitation to take it. "Come Young One, your time bound here is over. It is time to leave."
"I can't."
"Why can you not?" He asked
"Mommy won't come back for me if I move, that's what Daddy said. I have to be a good boy and not move or I won't see Mommy again." I tearing up
He crouched down looking into my eyes. Without saying anything more he reached out his hand and ruffled my hair just like Mommy used to. I think he wanted to make me feel better, but it made me cry, I missed her so much.
"Young One, what if I told you that your mother sent me because she can't come to you herself?"
"Huh?" My crying stopping a little. "R-really?" I asked hopefully.
"Yes. Now will you come with me?"
"Are you going to bring me to my Mommy?"
"Yes, of course." He chuckled and extended his hand out to me once more.
I was about to take his hand when it occurred to me that I was still chained. "Oh wait, my other hand is-"
"Just trust me and take my hand Young One." He said cutting me off but in a gentle way.
Grasping his hand he pulled me up onto my feet. Surprisingly the chain didn't stop me at all, in fact I no longer felt it on me at all and when I looked down to my wrist it wasn't there. I spun back around to see what was going on, but before I could see anything he had put his hand over my eyes.
"Don't look back to see unnecessary things. You don't have to see the sad things that sit upon that wall, just come with me and you can see your mother." He whispered into my ear.
I didn't understand why I couldn't see what was back there, but I did want to see Mommy as soon as possible so I nodded my head and he began leading me once more from the room.
Finally after all this time I will see the outside of this room. I'm not trapped in here anymore. I can finally see Mommy again.
I am finally no longer alone.
And that's it! What happened is up to you, even who the character is can be up for interpretation, for the most part. But for those who want the definite answer there will be a chapter 2. The next chapter will be posted within the week, I will be writing from the "mysterious" (like you haven't guessed who it is) man's point of view. Trust me it won't just be the same story! Still please tell me how you liked it! R&R plz :)