Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of its characters. I do, however, own my character Myra.
The night was cold and wet as Myra ran down the street that would lead her home. The rain pelted her relentlessly, almost as if it was punishing her for running late and missing her curfew.
Damn, she swore mentally, Mom is going to murder me for being late again.
She rounded a corner, almost slipping as she did so, and saw her house at the end of the street, its bright lights shining through small glass window panes, dimly illuminating the yard around it.
Yes! Almost there! She thought relieved as the house in the distance became closer and closer.
When she finally reached her destination she came skidding to a stop, nearly crashing into her front door as she did so. Instead of throwing open the door in her haste as she normally would, she instead stopped and took a deep breath in an attempt to calm her racing heart. She closed her eyes for a moment and let the rain pound against her back and continue to thoroughly soak her.
She wasn't sure why, but all evening she had had an ominous feeling, and was anxious to get home, but now that she was there, she was hesitant to open the door to see what awaited her on the other side.
After taking another deep breath and gathering her nerve, Myra opened her eyes and placed her small hand on the doorknob and turned it slowly.
"Hello," she called timidly, "I'm home." When she received no answer she slipped her wet shoes off at the door and closed it behind her. "Mom, I'm home!" she called again, this time louder. Again, she received no reply.
Where is she? She has to be home, her car is out front. And there's no way she went for a walk in this weather, she thought to herself.
She began to wander the house calling for her mother, and finally found her sitting in the kitchen at the dining table, her head resting in her hands, her expression blank.
"Mom," Myra began, "I was calling for you. Didn't you hear me?" Her mother said nothing; she simply nodded her head in acknowledgement. "Well why didn't you answer me?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips in irritation.
No answer.
"Mom, answer me!" she yelled, slamming her hands down on the table. Her mother didn't even flinch at her outburst, which was something that she normally would have been scolded for. Her mother slowly turned her face to look at her, and that is when Myra noticed the unshed tears in her mother's eyes. "Mom…what's wrong?" she asked, her annoyance suddenly gone.
Her mother stared at her for a moment as if she didn't understand the question, with that dazed look still in her eyes. Finally she answered, "Your father."
"What about Dad?" Myra questioned, pulling out a chair and sitting across from her mother. She waited patiently for her mother to answer.
"He's…he's leaving us," she answered, the tears now falling freely from her eyes.
Myra sat, dumbstruck, for a moment before saying, "I don't understand."
Her mother let out a long sigh before explaining. "He's leaving us. He wants a divorce."
Myra sat in silence for a while before simply saying, "Oh." She wasn't very close to her father, and he wasn't around much anyway because of his job. He was the main income for their family, and in order for them to live the lifestyle they did, he often worked overtime in an effort to make a little extra money.
Myra's family wasn't wealthy, they didn't live in luxury, and Myra hadn't grown up a spoiled child. But they did live comfortably; they weren't in debt and always had a little extra money to spend if they wanted to. "Where is he going to go?" she finally asked.
Her mother sighed again before answering, "Well, actually, Myra…he's not going anywhere…we are. He's keeping the house, so we have to move."
"What?" Myra screamed, jumping up from her seat at the table. "We can't move!"
"Well we have to," her mother said, her temper suddenly rearing its head. "Your father's family owns this house; we have no rights to it. We have to leave!"
Myra sat quietly after her mother's outburst. This must be the reason I had a bad feeling all day, she thought and bowed her head. "Where will we go?" she asked quietly.
"Well," her mother began, then after a short pause continued, "I won't be able to support both of us and be able to afford a house at the same time. So I found an apartment to rent in the city."
"The…city?" Myra asked. "Do you mean Domino city?" Her mother nodded. A moment of silence passed between the two women. Finally, Myra asked, "How long do we have before we leave?"
"Two weeks, then we move into the new apartment," her mother answered simply. "I would suggest beginning packing your things as soon as you get the chance."
"Yes, Mom," Myra said, then turned and left, heading for the stairs quietly. As soon as she reached her room she flung herself on her bed and cried silently into her pillow.
Two weeks, she thought to herself sadly, two weeks is all I have left here. This thought only caused her to cry harder, and eventually she cried herself to sleep, exhaustion finally taking over.
Author's Note: Alright this is simply the edited version of the first chapter. I broke a few paragraphs up and changed the wording in a few sentances and corrected a few grammar errors.