Have you ever wanted to feel pain, loneliness, and depression?

Don't.

I do not show it, although I feel it a lot of the time, actually.

I have another side to me, a bad side.

Someone I want to get rid of.

Unwanted.

This is how I feel right now.

My name is Otori Tsubasa


and I am a Beyblade Master.

(TSUBASA P.O.V.)

So after my long, exhausting fight with my other half, I went to sit down and relax on a nearby park bench. I was exhausted, I could barely breathe. I knew I had to get back to my team; for they were probably worried about me. They last heard from me when I was in a hospital when my 'other half' took over. I fought someone I can't quite clearly remember at the moment, and he came out.

I walked on, holding my chest, the place above my heart to be exact. It hurt. I clutched my shirt tighter, feeling waves over pain wash over my body. Whenever he took control, I was severely injured. He gets me into a lot of trouble.

I walked and walked for what seemed to me like hours...days...weeks...maybe even years. I continued my walk, searching for my oh so loving friends. I squinted slightly when I saw very unusual stuck-up red hair and a blue headband. My vision spun crazily, and blurred in and out. I swayed slightly, my balance being completely forgotten. My hearing senses came to me when I heard, "Tsubasa!" But right after, I couldn't stand. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't talk. That's when I fell, my vision giving out pathetically.

I opened my eyes again, revealing a white room. Great, I thought, another hospital. Just what I need. I sat up, then fell back down. I felt my vision go black then. I opened my eyes, seeing my other side. Oh great, he wants to talk.

"So Tsubasa, looks we're stuck in another hospital. If only you were as strong as me, we wouldn't be here."

"Shut up. Stop talking to me! I don't like you, go away. Dammit, leave my damn head!"

"Whatever. I guess I'll leave you alone, goodnight Tsubasa."

"Wait, what?!"

I hate him.

He ruined me.

I couldn't wake up.

I want to wake up.

I can't.

Maybe this is the end for us-no me, I don't know.

Goodnight, myself.

(Tsubasa P.O.V)

"Is he going to be okay?" Gingka was begging the doctor for answers. "We don't know, he's possibly in a coma-" Gingka interrupted him; "What's a coma?" Gingka had forgotten what a coma was. The doctor sighed. "A coma is when someone sleeps for a very long time, years, even. There's no way of waking them up."

I tried to open my eyes.

"I already said goodnight, Tsubasa."

"No! Don't do this to me!"

"Why not?"

"I have to live, you can't win!"

"We'll see about that. Now go back to sleep."

"No! I don't wanna sleep..."

It all went dark again.

I could feel myself dying.

This is the end.

Goodbye, everyone.

Gingka stared at me, I felt his eyes on me. Wait, I can feel! I'm not dying! I... I won!

I opened my eyes slowly, the bright shining in my eyes. I looked over at my friends, my vision clearing painfully slowly. I sat up, closing my eyes, hoping to clear my vision faster. I suddenly felt pain...it was like a tight feeling. I realized Yu and Gingka were trying to hug me at the same time. It hurt, but I have never been more happy. I opened my eyes again. I saw the little blond and the obnoxious redhead. I would hug them back if being hugged didn't hurt as much. Either way, I was happy to be alive and awake.

I looked at Yu. I had the knowledge of Yu's feelings towards me. (A.N. Yu and Tsubasa are together, so Yu is 15) I let him hug me, trying not to cringe with how tight he hugs. He hugged me as if he hasn't seen me in centuries. I looked over at Gingka, who was going off on me about scaring him. What can I say? I couldn't control it. He made me scare everyone. I knew this wasn't the last time, either.

I knew this wasn't the last time he was going to strike.

That's all I have to say.