Chapter 2: Electrocution *~* Yugi's POV *~*

I can't believe Heba took my notebooks, he knows better than to touch something that's not his. I place my notebooks back on my bed, and open the purple one. I grab my favorite pen; it's my favorite because of how smooth it writes. I'm able to keep a steady pace, and not stop because of how rough it is. I flip the pages in my purple notebook until I come into a clean sheet. I tap my pen repeatedly on my wrist until I think of something I haven't written in my journals. An idea popped in my head, and I smile darkly before letting my pen glide across the paper.

#86: electrocution

Many times I've written about painful deaths, but nothing's intrigued me more then electrocution. Sticking my pinkie finger in a plug-in socket, feeling the rush, and the adrenalin of electricity coursing through my body right before I blink out like a lit candle in the wind. Of course, the only problem is that Heba, and maybe my grandfather would find my smoking after hearing my screams of agony.

It took me a few moments to realize I didn't write 'body' after smoking, and I grumble as I cross out the words after smoking, and then resumed my writing.

Of course, I could give two damns about what Heba thinks after reading my books; I'd only feel a little bad for grandpa, as he probably wouldn't be able to handle it. Being so old…

I tap my pen on my notebook a couple of more times, trying to figure out what to write more on the topic.

Of course there are other ways of getting electrocuted; climbing in a tub filled with warm water with a toaster in your hands is a good example. Jumping into a pool of eels. And, getting struck by lightning, which would be the least likely way I would go out, since lighting striking you is extremely uncommon.

Still, it's worth to fantasize about, I think, but decide not to write that on my paper. I stop writing when I hear a knock at my door.

"Yugi?" I hear Heba's voice through the door and I angrily close my notebook and turn around on my bed. I can't believe he has the balls to even come up to my room after what happened in the other room minutes ago. "Yugi, if you ever need to talk to someone, remember I'm always here." I roll my eyes, and hear the footsteps of him walking away. I sigh angrily and put my purple journal on top of the others, and place them on the floor. I put my pen on the desk near my bed and let myself fall on the bed with a *poomf*. I stare up at the ceiling before falling asleep.