Alright, I was just feeling like getting this out…just your normal Ryou tragedy. Nothing special.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Gi Oh
By Myself
I sat alone in my room. All the lights were off so that I could appreciate the thunder storm. Looking out my window, I watched the rain fall through my tears. Everyone was gone; I had the house to myself.
Sniffling, I adjusted my position in the chair. I couldn't sit still. My fingers were twitching for the feeling of the knife in my hands. I passed a hand over my eyes, wiping away the tears. Thunder shook the house, and I looked over to my desk. I had set it out, so that I could see it. It wasn't that I wanted to torment myself, but I wanted to know where I had left it. I didn't want any unusual surprises.
I shifted my legs so that they were crossed. I glared across the room at my knife as lightning flashed. Not again. I wouldn't do it ever again. I had promised myself. But I wanted to so badly. Just a little cut; it wouldn't even have to hurt. I just wanted to know that I had done it.
As my internal battle raged on, the rain started to pour down even harder. No one would care if I did it again. Nobody knew. They had never known, for that matter. Just one more…just a small one. My eyes softened a little as light from the lightning outside lit up the blade.
It sparkled coldly, just daring me to touch it. I wouldn't back down from a challenge. I took got up, snatched it off the desk, and resumed my position by the window. Now all I needed was to hold it to my wrist and- NO! I wouldn't do it. What would my friends think?
The thunder answered me; I didn't have any friends. Bakura hated me. Yugi and his group only talked to me if it was convenient for them. I was all by myself; alone everywhere I went.
In the silence, I could hear my heart beating. I glanced down at the blade, my ears ringing. Tilting it this way and that, the light bounced off happily. Everyone always said to do what made you happy…didn't they? Well, cutting made me happy. Besides, nobody would know. Nobody wanted to know. So it was okay, if I just did one then. Only one, I didn't want to get carried away.
"You win" I whispered to my knife. "But only because you're my best friend." Smiling, I slowly pulled my left sleeve up past my elbow. Neat lines of cuts were present every few inches along my arm. The most prominent were the ones near the top of my wrist; it was my favorite spot. I glanced at my knife again and lowered it to my flesh. I took a deep breath and let it out as I dragged my knife across the skin. It wasn't deep. I didn't need it to be deep. It just had to be there for me to look at.
I started to set my knife down when I realized that it was a little lonely. I glanced back at the knife in my right hand. Crimson lined the edge.
"Here, you can have a friend. Just like Seto would be my friend." I slide the knife along my wrist again, just underneath the first cut. It still wasn't enough though. "And Yugi, you can have a Yugi friend also." I slide it across again, faster this time. "Don't forget Yami, you need Yami as your friend just like I do." Once more, I slide the blade across my wrist. "But we can't forget Marik-" slash "and Malik" slash. Breathing a little heavier, I looked down at the six cuts on my arms. "But that isn't everyone, is it?" I asked my knife. No, it wasn't.
"This is for Joey!" Slice. "And Tristan!" Slice. "And Tea!" Slice. "And Mai, Serinity, and Duke!" Slash, slash slash. I gritted my teeth. The blood dribbled down and soaked my sleeves. "And this, this is for Bakura." This time, I punctured the skin at the far left, dug down, and ripped it across my arm. I hissed in pain as the blood pouring from my wrist doubled.
I sobbed in pain and anger as the hand clutching the knife started to shake. Finally, I just dropped the thing, and grabbed my wrist.
"There! You've got friends now!" I cried out to my wrist. "And I don't. Do you hear me?" I took a deep shuddering breath before screaming, "I DON'T! I DON'T! Are you fucking happy now? I'm all alone!" I started to rock back and forth, sobs racking my body. "I don't…I don't…I don't" I whispered through my tears. My blood soaked my shirt, but I didn't care. I was alone. And no one was coming for me. They never did. And they never would.
Well, that's that. Tell me what you think. I'm always open to suggestions, ideas, or whatever.