A/N: Hello again!! I have been debating on writing this story for a long time, and I guess I finally got around to it.
It was suppossed to be a series really, I don't know why I've decided to write the ending first.... will that ruin it for you?
Hmmm... Sigh...
I had wanted to first give the full story of my character in orderto let you all become familiar with her so that this story wouldhave a greater impact, but in my head it all sounds pretty good right now, soI'm not even going to worry about it...
Well, there's not much I can do about it now, is there?
Ok, WARNINGS:
First of all, the first few chapters of this story... I plan to make them either background information or detailed descriptions of the setting, in order for the readers to get a better feel for the story and truly appreciate the harsh reality of her current, rather dispiriting surroundings. I just feel like this will set the mood more for my story, and that it is completly neccisary to do so in order to get the best effect...
So if you don't like it, deal with it!
Also, this story is much, MUCH less of the upbeat stuff in most of my other stories.
There will be no funny authors notes, nohumor, and no visits from the Amep as well, I am sorry if you miss these things,
Thatis too bad.
It is, by far, probably one of the most depressing things I will ever write on here thus far, so please remember that while you read.
If this puts you off in any way, please leave now.
This is a Yu Gi Oh themed story, it just only shows up in later chapters, so don't write to me within the first few complaining that it's not, I will slay you mid-way in your quest for stupidity.
And an extra-special thank you to all of those who pursue this fanfic, love it or hate it, I greatly appreaciate your support.
I also do not own Yu Gi Oh, back off!!
And so we begin...
Do you remember that girl?
The one who always sat alone those sacred Tuesdays when all of the children were allowed to leave the school for a few blessed hours before once again being ushered into the gates of their premature hell?
Do you remember her?
Never part of the crowd, never anyone's friend...
Never anything...
Tell me know, you must remember?
No?
Well then, maybe you'd like to refresh your memory, no?
Memories of the only lonely girl...
No one remembers,
Because nobody knows...
But she was the only...
Lonely girl...
BACKGROUND:
Marlaine Garnensen was a lonely little girl.
At the age of three, her parents died in an inexplicable boating accident off the coast of some unnamed town just west of the Prime Meridian. After days of searching, navy police finally found the charred remnants of their mangled bodies, still flaming, floating upon the ashen debris on the waves. Oil from a sunken tanker poured profusely around the once happy couple, pooling like sticky, blackened blood... The only things they left behind were their young daughter, and an envelope that had mysteriously frozen to Marghritte Garnensen's hand. How it managed to freeze amongst the unrelenting flames of the oil spill was unknown, but investigators decided that some things were better left unasked...
And so Marlaine was shipped off to live with her detestable aunt, far, far away...
The aunt in question, a terrible, brooding woman, who was just as beastly and cruel as she was obnoxious, lived in a shabby little apartment on the outskirts of Domino City. She made Marlaine do all of the chores, and was quick to beat her at even the smallest mishap or mistake, whilst she herself meerly lazed about, or engaged in scanalous activities with strange men behind closed doors.
In June of Marlaine's second year with this ghastly woman, she was found dead, strangled with a bedsheet, on the puss-white bed of the main bedroom uptairs.
Unloved and unwanted by any other living relatives, Marlaine was sent to Mary Agustine's Home For Neglected Children, an orphanage inside the crowded encasement of the bustling town.
And so it was that the battle-scared and tear-stained orphan girl finally made her way to Domino City.
Please review.
Flames will only cause unwanted memories of the ghastly Garnensen death, so please do not send them.
The last thing this poor girl needs is more abuse and stress.
Thank you.
And thank you for reading,
CYS.