That Night
I sat in my room, playing with an old toy I had. That was until you came into the room. I smiled your way, as a way of greeting you. You must have been drinking, because the noxious smell of alcohol filled the room the moment you entered. You gave off a growl, but I kept that smile on. Who would have thought that would have led to the beating of a lifetime. I felt nervous now, since we were in the room for 20 minutes, without a word passing our lips. I finally asked if your day had been going your way. Big mistake.
You lunged at me, growling. You dragged me onto the bed, and I could feel the bed springs underneath my body. I yelped in pain, which ended up being another big mistake. You slapped me hard enough to make me hit the wall with great force. I screamed, as I felt my fragile body come in contact with the wall. You laughed wickedly, and hopped off the bed. I tried to stand, but you grabbed my white hair, and picked me up. I continued screaming for help, that never came that awful night. All you did was laugh at my pain, causing me to shrink in your powerful grasp.
You whispered into my cat ear, telling me there was no escape for me. I panicked at how evil your voice sounded. I cringed in fear, and prayed to whom ever was listening. You laughed viciously, and threw me against the wall. Now I knew getting up to run away was useless. I turned into my full cat form, and ran. I knew I wouldn't get far, because you can fly. I turned to see where you were, but saw nothing but the hall. Then I ran into something hard. I opened my eyes, praying what I ran into was the table. It wasn't. I whimpered, and looked up. I then saw that look in your eyes, that made me freeze up inside.
You whispered my name, and I went to run into the opposite direction. You were just too quick. In an instant, I was snatched up off the ground, and held in your grasp, which was a lot tighter than the last one. I gasped for air, and you laughed. You asked if I could breathe, but I responded in my own way. I let my little fangs slip out of my mouth, and they sank into you r arm. You howled in pain, and threw me. This time, I knew I wasn't getting this time. I just let my body shut down. I did wake up, but you didn't suspect anything.
Now we are sitting across from each other in the living room, and you asked me about my scars. I could have told you, you went mental. I could have told you I nearly died. I couldn't have told you that a dog attacked you yesterday, causing the bite marks on your arm that I did. But I didn't. And do you know why, Bakura? Cause I care about you too much for you to feel guilty about me being such a weak cat demon.