You know you're attached to the computer when you can't go three days without it. A couple weeks ago I was grounded from the computer for a week (Originally it was a week but I managed to get it to just three days + chores. . . LOTS of chores.) I nearly drove myself INSANE. . . wait. . . can you drive yourself insane if you're already insane? Ah who cares, but anyway I had to resort to playing Harvest Moon 64 to keep myself entertained and I NEVER play Harvest Moon anymore!

Malik: You really need to see someone about this addiction.

Hai, I know. Oo, has anyone been watching the incredibly lame dubbed version of YuGiOh lately? OTOGI HAS RETURNED HOORAY! ^_^ Course I only saw the episode where he first reappeared as I had to go to a conference + vacation, oh yes and evil brother did NOT tape it for me!!! ;_; Feel free to pity the author with no life. . . YES THAT WOULD BE ME SO STOP LOOKING AROUND FOR SOMEONE ELSE LIKE AN IDIOT!

I really need to get my priorities straight. I simply LOVE Ryou, yet . . . I nearly kill him off in this chapter?

Malik: Have you had any visits with the school guidance counselor recently?

. . .No. . . why? Should I?

Malik: Very much so.

Ah well, it's summer you know! So I can't! All I can do is work on this chapter of my story! Which by the way I can't do unless you do the disclaimer!

Malik: -_- Drage-sama is Drage-sama. Drage-sama is NOT Kazuki Takahashi, therefore Drage-sama does NOT own YuGiOh.

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Someone up above must really dislike/hate me. I mean REALLY dislike/hate me.

Why else would I be in the current situation?

Yami found out, of course he thought that my father had sent me to this one. Of course, luck was NOT on my side at that moment. That one fateful moment when I let it slip to him that my father *wasn't* sending me to this one. That got him really pissed.

I have never seen Yami so furious in all my life. I'm serious; I'm surprised that the room hasn't spontaneously combusted from his rage yet.

Of course, any more of the current treatment and *I* might spontaneously combust.

In all the years of abuse I've endured from Yami, I don't think I've *ever* felt pain like this. I've missed weeks of school at a time because of the torture Yami has put me through, but none of it was this horrible.

"Why?" He snarls as I collapse down to all fours.

I'm trying to catch my breath so that I can answer when I am distracted by a slight tickling feeling near my temple. I lightly touch my fingers to the area only to pull away in severe pain. I look at my fingers only to see them covered in a red substance. Blood. I'm bleeding.

"Well?!" He shouts as he kicks me in the ribs, I tumble violently into the wall and I hear a sickening crack. I think I just fractured my arm, or rib, or both. It's hard to tell when you're feeling this much pain at once.

"I needed- " I start, but am stopped by a slight tickle in my throat and a warm bitter taste in my mouth. It takes me a few seconds to realize that I'm coughing up blood. I wipe away the liquid from my lips with my arm and try to ignore the vile taste in my mouth.

"I needed to . . . to talk to someone," I pant, trying to get up, only to collapse again.

"Liar!" He shouts furiously as he picks me up by my throat, "You've talked to other friggin' shrinks about me! Why would you need to repeat yourself to some other stranger?" He asks, as he looks me in the eye.

I can only make what must be the most pathetic sounding whimper in the world as I'm slammed up against the wall.

"Well?" He snarls as he releases me.

Yami gives me a few merciful moments before I answer to hack up some more blood.

"I needed - help," I cough. I must have provoked Yami or something because all he does is grin at these words. Not a pleased grin, more like an "I'm going to kill you sometime in the near future" grin.

"You've never needed help in the past why would you need help now?" He asks me quietly, still grinning like a maniac.

"Because, I've haven't snapped until now!" I exclaim as I lunge for his knees, trying to knock him down. All that accomplish is a bruise on the head as I crash into the wall. . . again. I can't say this was a very good move as all I've done is increase my pain and Yami's rage.

"Foolish Hikari, you forget that I do not have a full human form," He scoffs as he steps towards me slightly.

"And you forget the rage people feel when they are tormented," I smart in return.

Yes you all must think I've finally lost it now haven't you? Insulting my Yami like that and trying to attack him? Yes well you know what they say - never judge a person until you've walked a mile in their shoes, then you're a mile away from them and you have their shoes.

Well I would have to say that you're probably right. I think I have finally lost it. I've finally snapped.

Of course I've thought a lot of things. That doesn't mean they're right.

***Of all the things I've lost, it's my mind I miss the most.***

The previous statement is how I currently feel, that and fury the size of Russia.

"When have you ever felt rage, Hikari?" He asks me amused, almost tauntingly.

"Every single damned day of my life!" I snarl at him as I leap at him again trying to inflict some sort of damage upon my tormentor, and, to my surprise and alarm, I have. I've knocked him off his feet. He's lying on the floor and I have the advantage! Of course before I can do anything he goes for my throat and starts strangling me.

"What do you think you can do to me?" He asks in a low growl, "Do you think you can hurt me? Scare me off like a mouse?" He laughs, "Silly Hikari, you have things turned around. *I'm* the one that hurts *you*, *I'm* the one that scares *you* off!" He informs me as he tosses me easily into the dresser.

Watch out. Don't mess with me. I'm pissed now.

Then again, that thought coming from me must sound hilarious.

I grope around for something. Anything. My hand stops moving and rests upon my incredibly thick dictionary that I only use when I'm writing long essays for school. Knowledge has never really helped me until now as I chuck the book straight at Yami's head.

At this point things get hard for *you* to imagine as it all seems incredibly impossible, and very difficult to believe.

Yes well anyway, you can all but imagine my astonishment as the extraordinarily large book comes in contact with Yami's face.

I think I now understand Yami's obsession with blood. I can only watch fascinated as it splatters all over the floor.

Apparently I broke Yami's nose.

Uh huh! Oh yeah! Go me!

Score one for causing pain! Subtract ten for taking so damn long to cause it.

Ok, you all know how surprised I was about two minutes ago? You know, when that dictionary hit Yami's face? Yes well take that, and multiply it by ten thousand and you'll get the idea of just how surprised I am *now*.

Yami returned to the ring.

I won. I beat him! I'M VICTORIOUS. . . not to mention in INCREDIBLE pain. I need treatment. Now.

What to do though? I can't treat myself, last time I did that after one of Yami's beatings I passed out in the bathroom and woke up in the basement. Don't ask how. I have no clue.

Can't go to the hospital either, they ask too many questions. I'm no good when it comes to lying.

I need someone who has had medical experience, who doesn't necessarily need to know the whole story.

Do I even know anyone like that?

Do I always ask stupid questions?

I collapse into a kitchen chair as I flip through the phone book. Katawasai, Katawasai, where the hell is Katawasai?! Oh never mind found it. 1089 Hitachi Street? Thank Kami-sama; it's not far from here. {A}

I guess I'll have to walk there. The car broke down last time Yami drove it. It still hasn't been fixed. Somehow he managed to blame it on me too, said something about waffles getting revenge because I'm too good for them or something.

I can barely get out the front door I'm in so much pain at the moment. I hardly know where I'm going either. Something else besides my brain seems to be directing me to Katawasai's house.

As I stumble up the steps to 1089 I wonder vaguely if the world is suppose to be spinning this fast. I didn't think you were supposed to feel the earth rotating.

I can't think about this subject any longer as gravity seems to have increased immensely and has pulled me to the ground and my world goes black.

Damn. I haven't even rang the door bell yet.

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I can't believe I wrote such a horrible chapter.

Malik: Horrible how, grammar horrible or plotline horrible?

Plotline horrible. Here I am sitting here typing this returning from a three-day (youth) religious conference (Which was EXCELLENT by the way, if you're a teen go to a youth conference! You'll love it!) And I'm spreading violence and evil. I'm such a hypocrite. -_-

Explanations-

{A} – DO NOT – I REPEAT – DO NOT GIVE ME CREDIT FOR MAKING UP THAT STREET NAME! -_- I saw it on a bulldozer and thought it sounded Japanese -_- is my lack of imagination boring you YET?

I think I'm going mental. I have the strangest thoughts. I'd rather not say as all my loyal reviewers (Which is what? 2? 3?) will most probably be freaked out that their favorite author is a nutcase.

I guess you could say that you know you've lost it when you take a "Black Zodiac" quiz and find out that you're "Black Zodiac sign #13: The Lost Soul" meaning you can't forgive yourself for what you've done. You constantly wander the mortal world waiting for other ghosts to find you and consume you completely. . . or something like that. . . have I mentioned I have the worst memory in the world?

Erm right, well my current location is the nuthouse. I have no clue which one, as they won't tell me. They just took me away one day and they aren't letting me out. They won't give me any beverages with large amounts of caffeine in them either. No coke, no coffee (not that I like it), no tea. NO CAFFEINE! It sucks. Not to mention the fact that. . . it gets. . . very. . . hard. . . to stay. . . awake. . . .

::head falls down and clunks onto the keyboard::

-_-zZ