Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, just this story and idea.
Warning: Suicide/Death/Dark/Angst…
Goodbye
I'm losing grip. Falling rapidly. My reality is shattered. I'm living in a nightmare. Are you going to catch me?
I guess I'm dreaming. I've lost my grip on sanity. It's your fault; you were the one who let me fall. You let me down. I hate you!
Don't worry. I'll remember you. I always will. Until the day I die.
Today.
Would you be happy to realize this is your fault? That you caused this.
I'm laughing. Laughing at you and the rest of the world.
My laughter would send chills down your spine.
It's cold, bitter and hollow.
You're probably asking why I'm doing this. You know why, even if you won't acknowledge it.
I'm not the same person you use to know. I've changed a lot. And it's your fault. All your damn fault. You caused this.
I have no use for living.
It's been a year. A year since I had been happy, truly happy.
It was a year ago that you let me fall. You dropped me. I haven't smiled since. I haven't been the same.
Are you happy with your love? Truly happy? Will you be after this? After I'm gone? Tell me, will you!
So here I sit, writing a letter to you. Aren't I just pitiful?
Before a year ago, I had hopes and dreams, I was perfect.
I could've been anything I wanted to be.
But now, now it's all gone.
My family doesn't know I exist; my friends are too occupied with their own lives.
And you're gone.
I have no one.
My pain is seen as merely an exaggeration. I'm alone and I've lost my reason for living.
Everything's crumbled to pieces.
So I sit here with a sharp razor in my hand. I'm too much of a coward to use a knife and I can't get a gun, so I'm using a razor.
The cool metal of the blade against my pulse feels like an old friend, my only one. Taking a deep breath, I slash the cool blade across my wrist.
I'm watching the crimson liquid from pool on the floor, staining the floor.
I'm feeling faint, but I'm intent on finishing this letter.
I slash at my other wrist and watch as more blood slid to the pool on the floor.
You're fault…this is your fault, yet it isn't…
I hate you…but I can't.
You weren't ready then, but maybe you're ready to hear it now.
I love you…I did and I always will.
Please remember me…
Goodbye.
End
© Todokanunegai 12-7-02 Edited 2-19-05