Disclaimer: I don't own Bakura or Ryou or any of the various things mentioned here, except Amy.
Notes: Yes, this chapter was crap. I admit that. 1st person POV really didn't work as well as I'd would've liked. Therefore, I'm gonna rewrite this at some point in the future in 3rd person. But for now, it's as is. I may even put the other POV up as a seperate story, as I'm rediculously proud of the last chapter, since no one really seemed to like it. Ah, well.
I groaned, rolling over on the bed, burying my face in the pillow.
"Amy, it's time to wake up," I heard Ryou say, though it was a bit muffled by said pillow.
"I dun wanna," I groaned again. "I'm tired."
"If you hadn't stayed up all night," Bakura teased, "you'd be rested up."
I could SO picture him smirking. He's got to be smirking. I picked my head up to look at him…only to realize I couldn't see him. "Damnit, Bakura. It's your fault anyway."
Ryou looked down at me, confused. "How is it Bakura's fault?"
I bit my lip as Bakura chuckled darkly at me. "Nice move, girly. I'll leave you to sort out this mess." And though he hadn't ever been there, I knew he was 'gone'.
"Amy?"
I looked down at the ground, unable to look him in the eye. "I'm sorry, Ryou." Grabbing a pair of pants from the floor, I quickly put them on before running out the door.
'I can't take this, I need to get away, before he does something to himself or to me!'
"Girlie! Get your ass off the ground now! He needs you!"
I looked up to see a spirit floating towards me. Of course, I freaked out. Who wouldn't? But then I realized it was Bakura.
"What do you mean? What's happened, Bakura?"
"He's gone off the deep end, that's what."
I jumped up from where I'd been sitting, beneath a tree at the park, and ran back to the house. What I saw there wasn't very pretty.
Ryou was sobbing on the back porch. When he saw me, he looked at me with the saddest expression I have ever seen and will ever see. A look of desperation, of desolation…of rejection.
"Hi, Amy," he swallowed, rubbing his eyes. "Nice day we're having, isn't it?"
"Oh, Ryou—" I moved forward to hug him, but he brushed me off.
"You should have just told me you wanted to be with him, you know. Not this."
I clinched my fists at my side. "I didn't mean for anything to happen, Ryou, I swear it!"
The smile on his face wasn't entirely sane. "Sure. Well, since you want him so badly, I'm giving him to you." His eyes rolled in the back of his head, and before he could fall to the concrete, I caught him in my arms. A moment later, he shook his head.
"Well, fuck. That didn't go as planned."
It was Bakura. "Well, no shit."
"No, no, you don't get it, girly. He's locked himself away. I can't even get to him. If he stays like that…"
The way he trailed off told me it was nothing good. "What? Bakura, talk to me."
He looked at me out of the corner of his eye. "He'll kill himself, just by lacking the will to live. And there's not a damn thing either one of us can do about it."
I stood up and walked inside the house. I vaguely heard Bakura following along after me, but I didn't pay attention. It wasn't like either one of them would stop me, anyways.
Opening the medicine cabinet, I grab the Benadryl before going back to the kitchen, grabbing a Smirinoff from the fridge.
"Girly…what—"
"No, Bakura. I screwed him up, he's not gonna listen, and so I've got nothing left." Really, I didn't. Ryou was my entire life. My family didn't give a rat's ass about me, and my friends just wanted to bum homework off of me. "I'm surprised things lasted as long as they did." I took a large swig of the alcohol, popping as many pills in my mouth as I could, before getting whatever else I could find to ingest before my body went out. "If I'm gonna do this, I'm gonna do it with a bang." I downed the rest of the Smirinoff, along with some more medicinal crap before sitting in one of the chairs in the living room.
"Bakura?"
"Hm."
"If Ryou comes out of that…tell him I love him….and I'm sorry…."
Bakura grunted. Before I could reply, however, the world went black.