Well hey fanfic lovers! This is just a little story that I wrote. I tried
to make it sad, but I'm not sure if it turned out good. It's basically
about Bakura who is sick of the world he is in. He wants to end it... end his
life. But then Ryou comes in. It helps a little, but Bakura is even sadder
than he was. Something goes wrong. Read and Review. Should I delete this
story or keep it? It's up to you the reviewers.
Why am I here?
Always in this place
Never to feel the soft touch of life.
I was once an innocent boy, nothing that I hated, all that I loved.
Then it all change when I saw what happened...
The lies, the tears,
Death was there that day.
From that moment on, I knew that I was to change to survive.
Later on, I had an aibou.
Little, fragile.
Loving, caring.
He reminded me of myself when I had been so innocent and cared for everyone.
As the days passed by, my depression became harder to control.
I needed someone to be with me, I mean to suffer what I had been suffering for my life.
True, I was a Tomb Robber and I did steal, but in the land of the Pharaoh, when you are as poor as I had been, you must do what you need to survive.
Life is hard.
And Ryou... Poor soul.
It happened a stormy night. As my knife made contact with his life force, his heart, I cried. I just wanted a friend, but not knowing the word, it was impossible.
Once it was done, his little motionless body was lying there. In the middle of his room.
The walls, the floor, the work desk, the door, everything was covered in blood.
Won't someone please help me out of this? Please, there is not much that I am to be asking. Just let it all end. I meant no harm to this world; it just never accepted me the way I would have loved to be accepted.
S~M~S
(Save my soul)
Why am I here?
Always in this place
Never to feel the soft touch of life.
I was once an innocent boy, nothing that I hated, all that I loved.
Then it all change when I saw what happened...
The lies, the tears,
Death was there that day.
From that moment on, I knew that I was to change to survive.
Later on, I had an aibou.
Little, fragile.
Loving, caring.
He reminded me of myself when I had been so innocent and cared for everyone.
As the days passed by, my depression became harder to control.
I needed someone to be with me, I mean to suffer what I had been suffering for my life.
True, I was a Tomb Robber and I did steal, but in the land of the Pharaoh, when you are as poor as I had been, you must do what you need to survive.
Life is hard.
And Ryou... Poor soul.
It happened a stormy night. As my knife made contact with his life force, his heart, I cried. I just wanted a friend, but not knowing the word, it was impossible.
Once it was done, his little motionless body was lying there. In the middle of his room.
The walls, the floor, the work desk, the door, everything was covered in blood.
Won't someone please help me out of this? Please, there is not much that I am to be asking. Just let it all end. I meant no harm to this world; it just never accepted me the way I would have loved to be accepted.
S~M~S
(Save my soul)