Disclaimer: I do not own YGO or the MCR song "Sleep"

Warning: Suicide

Like last night, they are not like tremors, they are worse than tremors,

they are these terrors. And it's like, it feels like as if somebody

was gripping my throat and squeezing and…

" They're not like tremors, they're worse than tremors, they're these terrors."

" Hush." His hands were everywhere; on my skin, burning, bleeding blood that wasn't his, underneath my head, holding me up, holding me tight.

" And…and it feels like…as if somebody,"

" Hush."

" …gripping my throat and…and squeezing…"

"Please stop, I've got you now."

Inside his arms was always the warmest place I could find. It was all I ever really needed. He held me so close I could taste his sweat and feel his heart skip a few beats.

" You. Found. Me."

He always finds me when I'm lost. Lost inside my misery. Lost in my nightmares.

" You promised ….you promised."

" Let me suffer…like a child. You could walk away…a savior."

" Savior?! This is the fifth time you tried to…to…I can't… I just can't…" He couldn't finish. Something stopped him. It was tears, tears I made him cry. I always made him cry. He says I don't but I do.

" I'm undeserving of your sympathy."

" This…this isn't sympathy. This is love." He cried even more and held me closer. The bathtub's edge digging into my back and I couldn't see but that was okay, his tears were falling on my head and my wrists were still bleeding. He knew they were but he couldn't stop crying. All I could do was breath. In and out, in and out, in and out. I wasn't sorry for what I did.

" How can…you cry for me? I don't feel bad about it."

He stopped like a switch was flipped and let go of me. I felt the linoleum and carpet. I looked into his eyes. His beautiful brown eyes. His happy brown eyes. His beautiful, happy, crying, eyes, both angry at me.

" Just shut your eyes. I'll be here when you wake up."

" Kiss me goodbye."

" No." He ripped his shirt and grabbed my wrists. " You're not going anywhere." He tied the fabric around them and pulled it tight but my blood bled through. It meant he couldn't stop it. Meant I could go to sleep. " The hardest part…is letting go of your dreams. I'll help you…you know I will. Just stay with me, a little while longer."

" We deserve a drink…for the horror that I'm in." I smiled. " For the good guys, and the bad ones."

" For the monsters in our beds?" He smiled too. Not the smile that says everything's going to be okay but a smile that knew all too well how late it was. He wiped away the tears in his eyes, the tears in mine, and all the blood too. Mother would have a fit when she found the mess we made all over her fancy mosaic tiles.

" Joey, I'm…there's no way…I'm never coming back."

" Just shut your eyes baby girl. Just go to sleep." He was begging. Pleading with me. " I'll be here when you wake up. Just like before….just like always."

His hands were falling onto my face, into my hair, across my eyes. Trembling and shaking while his face broke away the layers of restraint; the sadness rising from his chest like bile caught in his throat. His hands were so hot on my skin, they were melting me, mixing the sweat and tears with blood. There would be stains underneath his fingernails and in his soul for the rest of his life.

Someone would remember my name and that lets me smile.

" Sometimes…I see flames...and sometimes…"

" Serenity please…" It all became much too dark, much too cold, much too quiet. I heard him scream my goodbye.