A/N: To tell the truth, I didn't write this with anyone particualr in mind, but, I wanted to put it up here, so I had to pick someone, and I picked Ryou and Bakura. *sobs* I'm sorry, Ryou! Anyway, I hope you will all like it, and without further babbling, here it is.
He sat on his bed, his room dark and, to anyone else, silent. But there was no silence for him. He could still hear the echoes of their cries. He clutched at his head as the screams, the screams, the screams rang through his mind. He could hear his mother, his father, his sister, and why wouldn't they stop? He knew they were dead. He could clearly remember the blood on the walls, the blood, the blood, the blood, everywhere, but such a pretty shade… He knew they were dead and he couldn't stop the screams. They were dead and it was his fault.
No. He thought forcefully. Not him. The other one. The other one in his mind, that had been the one who had, quite happily, destroyed his family.
'It was for your own good…" No, not again, he couldn't take this again, not after what he had just witnessed. His family, they were all gone, except for him, their murderer. 'It's for the best. They never really cared about you, not like I did…" No, no, this was all lies, lies, lies. 'They were scared of you. They didn't trust you…" No, that wasn't right, it was the thing, they were scared of it. 'Oh, you wound me. You still insist on being so cold? After all I've done for you? It's a shame, really. It would have been so much easier if you had just listened to me…' He didn't want to listen, didn't want to, but it was so hard to ignore… 'You can't shut me out…' He clutched harder at his head, but blood was forming underneath his fingernails, blood just like theirs, hot, and sticky, and red, red, red. 'Oh, Precious, look what you've done, you've injured yourself…" The voice was lightly admonishing, it reminded him of his mother's, and the screams, by god, the screams-
And suddenly there were lights, and the noise, the noise, the noise, almost louder than the screams, but he could still hear them, and somebody was standing over him- When had he gotten on the floor?- Hands were grabbing him, voices were talking to him, but he could only distinguish the one that continued to whisper in his head- He could see flashes of his house- the hall, stained with blood, the kitchen, stained with blood, the living room, stained with blood- And then there was white, white, white, and then everything went black.
A/N: So now, if you're not all freaked out, if you wouldn't mind reviewing just a tad? Also, I hadn't quite decided if this was worthy of a whole story, so any opinions on that would be greatly appreciated. And any opinions at all are welcomed, even negative ones! (If you review I'll give you Ryou!) Wait, you can't do that! (Oh, I can...) Stop bribing the reviewers! (Fine!) Anyhoo, review, and I'll see you later, my lovelies! (Yes, I am aware I just creeped you all out with that! Deal with it!)
-Schizo out!