I remember seeing him so vividly in my mind. His long , thin yet frail frame which lay amongst the flowers and grass of the ground in the local park. It was a late night and I had decided to go for a walk, to clear a few things from my mind, share prices rocketing down, Mokuba becoming sick and having to move.
Even for me, this really is too much, The person I care most about in the world is some odd 400 miles away in a hospital, deemed by many to be the best in the profession of heart surgery. I doubt those doctors heavily, That cold spine braking smile was not something I would curse on anyone. Not even the devil himself.
Then the company falls into ruins, prices and massive losses are now beginning to prevent me from paying the hospital fees for my dear brother. It almost as if god decided randomly one day that he would inflict the most pain and hurt on me, Seto.
Back at the park, I saw Joey, Yes Joey all drunk and what not, laying on the floor of the park. Scratches riddled his porcelain skin, His clothes all ripped and battered. The mutt was certainly a mutt, but this was simply too out of the blue.
Yes, I know the mutt gets drunk often, his friends and teachers seem to hate it almost like me. But for some reason I found the scene enlightening. I've had a crush on Joey since as long as I could remember, It was his pride and view on life that really drew me in.
I've heard numerous rumours spreading round like wild fire at school. Joey did this. Joey did that. It does begin to get on my nerves. I hope he doesn't mind the fact that I lent him a stay at my mansion. The doctor checked him out, and said everything was sound, nothing too out of place, just some unusual scarring around his neck and torso.
I swear the moment he wakes up, I will find out what is wrong with him, and perhaps tell him my true feelings.