I feel really restless right now. Like, I dunno why, but whenever I get restless my hips start to ache, and so do my legs, and I start to feel depressed. So, I suppose this is a better option then anything else I can do to myself. Like, a lot better.
Life is really shitty right now. I'm going back to school(sounds odd, but trust me, it's not all good and wonderful), my best friend just broke up with her boyfriend of over a year, and is uber depressed. I'm coming up on the one year anniversary of my favorite cat dying, and my sister is pissing me off. I don't feel better now that I've ranted, so hopefully writing something will make me feel better...I hope
Warnings: I haven't looked this over very well yet. I just want to get it posted, and see if anyone likes it.
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He was running as fast as he could. They found out, and he didn't know how. Everyone had stared at him, made him squirm and then laughed at him. Some called him disgusting, some told him to kill himself. Some looked at him in pity. His friends couldn't stay by him for this one. They didn't want to be caught in the crossfire. It only served to hurt him even more. It had gotten to the point where it was unbearable. The laughing, the pity, the looks...added in together made a deadly cocktail, and he had trouble swallowing.
Soon a concrete jungle dissolved into a forest of leaves and roots. Branches hit in the face, cutting into tender skin. People close to him had said to give it time. The jeering and taunting would die down eventually, and life would become as it was before. But he couldn't wait. It wasn't going away fast enough, and it was just because of what he was that people hated him. They said it was a sin. His life was too open to the public, and he was too popular to stay out of the spotlight. Maybe that's why they found out.
Coming to a slow stop, he set his hands on his knee's as he bent, trying to catch his breath. He'd run so far, so fast, he was wheezing. Taking a deep breathe, he looked up and around. There was nothing but trees around him. No sign of a clearing that he'd been told was a lonely person's refuge. Sliding down the base of a tree, he let a few tears escape, before curling up. He could hear the life of the woods around him, and wished he knew more about what types of wildlife he'd be up against. No matter how pale he was, he wasn't Snow White, and no woodland creatures would be there to take him to safety.
He should have known. Really, his life was too much of a fairytale before, and no one gets to keep that. Not even him, the supposed King of Games.
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So, I wanted this to be a one-shot. And then I was like, whoa, wait. This is shaping up amazingly, and I want to do something with this. :] Just goes to show you what can be done when your depressed. Yes, I realize it's a tad confusing. But it shall be cleared up. Be happy, I was gonna kill Yugi, and clear my hands of the angst.
I have a tiny favor to ask of you all.
What would you prefer:
A fairytale type story where Yami didn't exsist in his life yet, and he's now his fairytale knight... or ...
Total angst-fest, angst ending, and all that jazz?
I can do the first, no problem, but the second may be tough. For all you angst-lovers though, I will let you know even with the fairytale one, there's still a lot of angst to be had, just a happier ending.
In the end though, I suppose it's mostly up to what I can do. I might not be able to end it angsty, because I have issues with angst.
:] respond please. I need reviews to jumpstart this show lovelies. *hearts*
(This is also posted on DeviantArt)
Hollirot
