I kicked and sqirmed in vain to get my hands and feet free from their restraints as the
doctors wheeled me away to my room. No the room. That isn't my room. That's my prison.
They think I'm crazy...but I'm not. My heart began beating faster than it already was and my
body began to go in overload. My brain went blank as my pupils became small dots. My main
priority was to get free and out of this crazy hospital. Heck! This isn't even a hospital; more
like a prison if you ask me! My body shook violently and my breathing came out in short
gasps as tears began streaming down my face. I was a deer caught in the headlights of a
car. Completely and utterly WEAK! Vulnerable.
No.
I screamed bloody murder as the psychopath actually had the nerve to stick a bloody needle
in my bloody hand!
"Ugh!" I croaked, my voice raw from screaming so loudly. My body began moving groggily as I
felt the effects of the drug numb my body. I lolled my head to the side numbly as I fell into
un-conciousness. Damn, that drug works fast.
My heavy eye-lids slowly opened as my body soon gradually woke up. My vision was still
blurred from sleep, but I could faintly make out the outline of a face. Wait... that... that isn't
her. Right? Oh gosh, I can't think under these conditions. My vision finally cleared up as I
blinked a few times and the face wasn't actually her. But I still screamed. Because, who
wouldn't? Waking up to find a pale face just a few inches from your face, of course you'll
scream... and push him away from you and punch him continuously.
"Fuck!" The person uttered the word in quite a deep, rough voice and grabbed my wrists.
That was when I began freaking out, my pupils going to little dots as I raised my feet to get
him in the gut...yeah, didn't work out so well.
"Jeeze, Ryou, I thought you said that she was hostile?"
It was just then I noticed the other albino teen in the room. He was sitting in a chair at the
foot of the bed scribling on a clipboard. He paid little attention to what his counterpart said
muttered a response.
"She will be if you keep on doing that, Bakura. They had to inject her on the way up here."
I calmed down at the softness in his voice, even though he spoke sternly. The twin beside
me released my hands when he saw that I wasn't going to do anything. I fell back into the
fake heaven - which others called pillows - with a huff. 'Ryou' seemed to be studying my
every movement. Have I mentioned that I'm bibolar? Yeah. I am. Something is seriously
wrong with me? Yeah. I know.
I glanced over at them to see that they're staring at me confusedly.
"What?"
"Who were you speaking to?"
Was I thinking aloud?
"Yeah, you are" 'Bakura' deadpanned.
"Oh..."
It was kind of awkward after. They're staring. My heart sunk when that one sentence
flashed in my mind. She's watching. I looked to the darkest cornor of the room, and sure
enough, she was there. Staring. Smirk ripping her face in two. Blood stained the tip of her
fangs and her cat-like eyes sneered at me. The face stepped closer, revealing the rest of
her body. Black leather with spikes. Holders in her belt to hold her twin pistols. Her long
golden hair stopped right at her lower back, messy and dirty. Just like her nails. Long,
black and untrimmed. I could almost feel them scraping my chest and back. Like all the
other times... She wore the same outfit everytime. Leather spaggetti strap top and leather
jeans which stuck to her body like a second skin. Black, knee-high buckle boots with lacens
hanging over the top from where they were tied, gave her an extra height to loom over her
prey, casting a shadow of darkness over them.
That was her home.
Darkness. It, I've come to name her, came closer walking past the whitette at my side and
climbing over the bed, straddled my hips. She took out the pistols, each directed at my
forehead and over the place my heart was. My breathes become laboured as I tried pushing
her off, but, she hooked her legs at the side of my arms, temporarily immobilising them. I
opened my mouth to scream but she shushed it by moving a gun to my mouth. I'm panicking
too much to know which one. Tears cascaded down my cheeks as I screamed around the
mouth of the pistol and bucked my hips like a raging boar.
"Don't move, bitch! Or I'll make this painfully long and drawn out" It growled and grunted
the last two words in my ear when she leant closer to my face. I was moving violently and I
finally came aware of my sorroundings. The ceiling light above me rocked squeakily and
flicked on and off continuously. Bakura layed dead as a doormat on the chair he
preoccupied and Ryou... I couldn't look at him without gagging. His eyes was gauged out and
he squirmed ever so slightly now and again, the only sign showing that he was alive. "Apparently Bakura got the easy way out with a bullet to the head while poor Ryou has to
ride it out slowly... soon... like... you" She sang happily, her deep voice conflicting with the
high pitched singing. It was rough and raw, as if she'd never spoken in years.
I felt a pinch in my left arm, only to see that she was puncturing it with with the tip of a
rusty, old dagger.
"Shhh," she cooed. Her sadistic eyes staring into mines."Go to sleep." Her index and middle
fingers comeing up to close my eyelids as I slowly drifted into unconciousness.
I woke up. Again meeting the outling of a face. This time not Bakura, but Ryou. He smiled to
see that I was awake.
"Good evening," he chirped, "How are you feeling?"
I blinked a few times before croaking out a 'my arm hurts.'
Then, it struck me. Ryou... he's alive.
I sat up, a little to fast and everything started spinning, and grabbed onto his arm.
"Y-you're alive!? B-but how...? And Bakura... he's alive too... right?"
He looked as if I grew a second head but carefully picked out his words.
"Yes. We're okay and you are too, right?"
I sighed, laughing a little to hear that they were okay. "Yeah... your eyes though. I thought
they were gauged out. How long was I out? Must've been months since you got new eyes," I
rambled on. He looked at me wide-eyed and scribbled furiously on the clipboard on his lap
before looking back at me.
"My name is Karone, by the way. Karone Mikashimoto."
"Oh, well, nice to meet you Karone. My name is Ryou Bakura. That person you met before
was my brother, Bakura."
"Bakura? Isn't that his last name?" I responded, happy to actually have a conversation to an
ACTUALL person rather than myself... or inanimate objects.
"Yeah it is," he laughed. "He doesn't like his first name so he makes everyone call him by
his last name."
I laughed along with him, coughing a little though. "Oh, what is it? His first name."
"That, Karone, is something I can't tell you. He made me swear and cross my heart and
everything!"
I hummed in response before moving onto his career."So, what made you want to work in
this dump?" I said reffering to the 'Hospital'.
"I guess I just like helping people." We fell into a comfortable silence before he broke it.
"What happened... with my eyes exactly?" I stared deeply into his eyes, the smile erased
from my face as I squeezed the sheets between my hands.
"It came. She hurt Bakura and gauged your eyes out... then she put her twin pistols to my
mouth and heart and then pierced my arm with a knife." I lifted my arm to show him the
tiny dot which couldn't really be seen much. I guess it healed over the time I was
unconcious.
He nodded slowly before putting my arm back on the bed. A sudden emotion washed over
me and my heart tugged painfully.
"Why am I here?" The question was whispered and he leaned closer to hear what I said.
"Where's Karin and... and Koda... and mom and dad and..." I cried. For the millionth time
that day I cried. I was such a baby. Ryou rubbed my back in a way of comfort and I forced
myself to be strong.
"Tell me... what happened last night."
He was silent for a moment. A moment to long.
" I said tell me! I'm not a fucking baby, Ryou! So TELL ME!"
He looked take aback by the obcene word I shouted at him - must think that I'm too
innocent to know those kinds of words - and he finally complied.
"They're dead, Karone. Don't you remember?"
The look I sent clearly said that I did not and he cleared up his vague answer a little.
"You killed them." W-what? No, no that's absurd!
"What do you mean I killed them, they're my family! WHY THE FUCK WILL I KILL MY OWN
DAMN FAMILY, DUMBASS!?" I grabbed him roughly by the collar of his white shirt and
pulled him close to me.
"K-Karone! Please, control yourself!"
He sounded scared, but I ignored it, hot tears streaming down my cheeks as I released him,
smile forming on my lips as I giggled. It gradually turned to chuckling, laughing, gafawing
then to something that sounded maniacal and just plain didn't suit me. Ryou cowered in
fear and immediately pushed the button at the side of my bed, before getting up and
running for the door, as he saw I was beginning to get out of the bed.
"D-Don't come near me!"
I laughed even louder and began hiccuping. In between, uttering 'help me.'
He seemed to notice this but kept his distance.
"Ha, Ha, helpme, Ha ha ha ha! Ha, ha ha, she'stakingover, ha ha ha ha, me, ha ha ha!"
It was true. We shared one body. She was laughing; I was crying. I reached out to him and
at that moment I was seized by the arm. 'They're heeere' she sang in my head. Then she
left, taking the laughter with her, causing me to sob rather than chuckle. The two guards
held me down as a doctor injected the liquid into my bloodstream. They threw me on the
bed and I was vagely aware of being strapped down. When they were done, the guards left,
but the doctor stayed. He was talking to Ryou while Ryou ignored him completely. Just
nodding at moments he thought was appropriate while he looked at me with a lost look in
his eyes. Like he was deep in thought. But, even though he's probably to far in his thoughts
to see, I mouthed : I'm not crazy.