Currently being revised. I'm sure half of you are confused by now, so reread it and you'll be fine.
Disclaimer: Ygo does not belong to me
Era: reads script. What's with all the depression and gloominess?
Esther: holds knife above wrists. Why not? I'm depressed! Is that so wrong?
Ryou: wow! I'm totally OOC here
Esther: that's you as me
Era: yep, depression
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A young woman walked through the automatic doors of Ribingu Bara Hospital, a very public, yet top notch hospital, joint owned by several people. Her eyes were bright although anxious as she walked to the receptionist desk with the air of someone who had been here before, obviously noted by the way that she greeted different staffs and the respect she seemed to receive. Once at the marble counter, the receptionist looked up, looking somewhat bored, but looking at the woman's profile, sprang to attentiveness quickly. "Ah, ma'am. May I ask as to how I can help you today?"
She nodded, her rich locks bouncing on her shoulders slightly and she cursed her new haircut because her neck got bothered by it too easily although she pushed that out of her mind. "Yes please. I heard that patient 606 was moved from his room. May I ask which room he's in now?" The receptionist nodded politely and looked through the computer's records.
"Here it is, he is currently residing in Room 409. We thought it would be more comfortable for him and his visitors." The receptionist said kindly, seeing which patient it was. "Do you need directions miss?"
"Yes please." Her tone was carefully polite as she continued to smile, although it looked almost false now, like one of the commercial ads instead of a genuinely happy smile.
"If you get off the elevator on the fourth floor, you turn a right. It should be at the end of the hall. If you take the stairs, you turn aleft."
"Thank you, that will be all." She dipped her head gratefully and began to walk towards the stairs, a firm believer in hard work and exercise. After several minutes, she was at the fourth floor and found the correct room. Holding her breath,she walked in to see a very peaceful scene. A comatose young man was lying on the bed, his eyes closed. An IV needle was in his arm and a gas mask on his face to help him breathe as a machine checking his heartrate hummed quietly. She sat down in the willow armchair in a dignified manner as she lifted his free arm gently and touched her lips to his hand carefully. She set the hand down and realized that there had always been a leather book next to him on his nightstand. Just before he'd passed out, he'd said that the owner wanted to have someone who could understand, read it. She'd forgotten about it for so long and hadn't even remembered it until seeing it now. Intrigued, she cracked open the covers and read the fine, spidery writing of the occupant of that book.
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Good evening readers. My name is Ryou Bakura. If you are reading this, I'm sure you know a thing or two of who I am. Or maybe I'm a complete strangere. Regardless, welcome. Now that the pleasantries are done with, allow me to tell you what will be one of the greatest triumphs, and yet one of my greatest losses of life. But first, I should start with the discovery of Bakura. No, I really don't know him that well currently, not enough to tell what shouldn't be said. Maybe I should explain myself? I am 16, almost albino, and a helluva lot more complex than I seem. I look innocent, and I wish I were, but I'm not.Augh! Sorry, my body just began to ache right now. No, it's nothing physical. If anything, I believe it's mental. For you see, I torture myself inwardly. Because I'm not a good person. No, I'm a very, very bad person.
However, what I do is nothing compared to Bakura. Yet I believe that some of you are not really as bad as I. Have you forged before? Then been caught? Yes, I see those nods. Don't be ashamed, most of the population has done that at least once, I'm sure.
Oh, sorry, an interruption. Excuse me a moment.
Hmm? Oh, hello Yugi! When'd you get here? Why's my voice so rough? Oh, no, it's not Bakura. Yes, how are you? That's good to hear. No, nothing's wrong, I'm just tired. No, I'm not ill. Oh, this? It's nothing, just a diary really! Yes, goodbye Yugi! Have a great day!
Sheesh! Stupid little pharaoh's brat. Every time I see him, I wanna tear out his little vocal cord and strangle him. 'Course, if I did do that, Yami would kill me. Not that I'm afraid, it's just, I have so much to do. So much to do before I kill myself. You see, I hate myself so much, I believe I should die. Just to get this hollow feeling away from me. No, I'm not mad. I'm perfectly sane.
Before I die though, Yami, Yugi, Jou, Honda, Otogi and the rest of them, such as Anzu, are falling to hell with me. Yes, I'm dragging them all to hell. Why not Bakura or the Ishtars? Well the Ishtars acknowledge the fact that I am a human. I hate to be pitied. That's what everyone feels for me though. And Bakura? So cliché, I love him. I bloody, fuckin', adore him.
Yes, every last one of them will die!
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Yes, I really am depressed and suicidal, but because of the fact that I am a wuss, I am trying to convince myself not to go through with it. Please don't flame me but review and give me a reason to live. Weep!
