After beating Yami in the ceremonial duel, I fall to my knees. He comes to me, my secret koi, and asks what's wrong. Not wanting to end our friendship I say, "I am a coward."

"No you are not a coward. You have set me free." I smile at him and wipe away my tears. How can he not tell how much I care for him?

"My name is, ATEM!" My mou hiteri no boku changes from our dreadful school uniform into ancient Egyptian garb. No. Please don't leave me. Don't go. With a final thumbs up, Atem steps into the afterlife.

My breathing speeds up when he disappears into the light. Blood is rushing through my ears. My last thought before I faint is one of pain.

3 Months Later

Snow swirls around me. The air is a majestic and magical wonderland. When I have stumbled my way to the door of my grandfather's game shop, I let myself in with a sigh. Every day is filled with the pain of losing him. Why couldn't you stay? Where we so terrible that you couldn't stand us?

All of the gang has abandoned me. None of them understand why I haven't even tried to get over my loss. Try losing half of your soul. My darkness. The love I felt is now slowly killing me. My heart with every beat pumps thorns and shattered glass.

After our fateful trip to Egypt, Grandpa has been on an archeological dig. He thinks I can handle myself. Wrong. My grades are slipping, I cannot sleep, I have lost over ten pounds, and I feel as if the darkness of my very soul is taking over me.

The sounds of my cleaning fill the empty house. When I come to the kitchen, tears fall, followed by deep sobbing. The picture of the time Yami materialized is stuck to the refrigerator. That night was very surprising. Yami had accidentally made himself tangible and I had run to our almost forgotten camera. All of us had squished together and captured that one perfect moment. You can just make out the blush adorning my cheeks.

I attempt to try finishing my cleaning. All knives are set carefully into their designated holders. Excepting one. This one is sharp enough to slice thick meat. It shall serve for my purpose. I finally allow myself to deflate and sink to the floor. Without regret, I carve my pale skin.

After my bloody writing is done, all I can do is cry. Not only from the horrible and sickening physical pain, but from the emotional hurt. On my left and right arms are the reasons I fell so far.

uglY hAunted

meAn worThless

duMb unneEded

stupId Monster

Too much pain. It hurts so badly. I refuse to accept it. He can't be dead. No. I try blocking this fresh wave of pain with a deep slash to my left wrist. This action makes me numb. I watch a scary pool of crimson grow around me. Familiar darkness beacons me. The shadows are welcome this time.

Author's note- Now before you all kill me and send me flames, THIS ISN'T THE END!

Rika: and since she's my light, please go easy on her, this is her first story.

Autumn: Please review. If I get just one ill finish the story.