IS IT TRUE BAD THINGS HAPPEN TO GOOD PEOPLE?
Chapter 2
Kaiba's eyes fluttered open, he looked at his watch 3:21. He had only been asleep for 9 minutes, he decided he couldn't sleep, but knew he needed rest. But he couldn't sleep, knowing what he had done at school had weighed down on him, it was a heavy burden for a straight A+ student, someone who never got detention, never got in trouble, never argued with the teacher, was going to get the serving of his life. He tried to think of the good things in his life, but often things were just down the drain, so then he thought of things that would take his mind off of all his stress. Then he wonder, 'I am a good person, honestly, why can't other people see that. Why do they say stuff about me? Why does it hurt me? Why can't I have a normal life? Why did all of this have to happen to me?' He stood up, "God, if this is some kind of lesson," he paused thinking of what to say, 'it is a lesson and if I could go back and undo it, would I?' 'no I wouldn't, this gives me experience, right?' He had wanted to say, I don't want to learn this lesson, but he continued, "God, if this is some kind of lesson," he paused, like before, only this time no thoughts, "I can't say that I've learned it."
The CEO went to change his clothes, he put on a black t-shirt, and black leather pants to match. He always wore black now because he was often depressed. He went downstairs and threw on his shoes as well as his gray trench coat, with a silver lining around the edges.
"Sir, where are you going?" one of the security asked
"I'm going to take a walk," Seto replied, with his hand on the doorknob
"Have a good time then, sir"
"Well I don't know about that," he muttered
He had already opened the door, and with his keys in hand, he left, making sure to lock up. He walked down the path of his driveway. It was November, close to Christmas, and he had wished he had someone to share it with. He started thinking, 'I should have got something warmer, instead of this...this coat.' True his coat had cost a lot and it was custom made, the only one of it's kind, he didn't like it anymore, but it seem to reflect his personality so well why shouldn't he like it, cold, distant, mean, and the silver, sadness. But that's how people knew him, a few wonder if he was sad, a couple thought him incapable of emotions, except hate. They were all so far from correct, it would take a blue moon to guess and get it right. Some had even thought he was happy. No, Seto Kaiba was more than all that, he was sad, he was more than sad, more than depressed, he was lost in his own emotions. He thought some more, 'will I ever have a normal life? Will I ever have friends? Not with a personality like that, you won't,' his mind told him, 'who asked you?!' 'well since your not speaking to anyone but yourself you asked a question, so I thought I would answer.' He walked on the fresh snow, making his mark wherever he went. He loved winter, it put him in a sense of security. 'Why does my life have to be this way? I don't deserve this, do I? What did I do, God? Please let me know, I want to fix this?' Seto Kaiba walked on a bridge, and over to a railing, he looked over, and saw an ocean. He saw it trying hard not to freeze, hitting the ice that froze with furious waves, then he looked over and saw that a part of the ocean had froze, it had froze in places where the waves weren't strong enough, and he knew that because of that the whole thing would be frozen, the ice would get stronger, strong enough to take on the furious waves, and win, he thought, 'that's a lot like me, I battle hard, but it's just not enough..' He sighed, it was a lot like him, now he wasn't a very poetic person but what he's about to write defines his life. Kaiba pulled out a piece of paper and wrote:
Soul Of The Silver Moon
I am forgotten, for I no longer exist on this earth, instead my soul shall remain on the Silver Moon, in search of life, or death, to put misery to the demon who handed me my death, my soul is trapped, never to be freed, tied to the Silver Moon, I am forgotten.
Kaiba read his work and realized how sad he really was. 'I'm so pathetic, I can't even express myself,' he was wrong, he had used writing to express himself. Someone had come up to him.
"It really is a beautiful view, don't you think?" a soft, kind, sweet voice said
"Yes, it is, beautiful but sad, you startled me," he replied
"Why do you think it's sad?" she asked
"Oh, I don't know, I didn't mean to be that personal,"
"Do you write?" she asked seeing the paper in his hand
"No, but I just wrote this,"
"Can I read it?"
"Um.. I don't know," he said unsure of what to say
"Oh that's ok," she said putting on a smile
"Um..here," he handed her the paper, and she read it
"It's sad, very depressing, it really must come from the heart," she said and her words had touched him, gave him hope
"You really think so?" he asked
"I sure do" she said
'Everyone has always said I don't have a heart, but this girl she's different,' he thought 'she doesn't even know who I am, and I'm glad, if she did she would probably think different about me'
"Hey, look I really gotta go, late for a job interview," she said, and handed him back the paper
"Oh ok," he said, sad she was leaving
"By the way my name is Amber," she glanced at her watch, "See ya later, cutie"
Seto Kaiba blushed at Amber's words, 'Me? Cute? Hell if she knew who I was she wouldn't be saying that,' but he was glad that someone had thought of him as cute, it really lifted his spirits.
Seto Kaiba walked down the rest of the bridge, with his head held high, he still had the feeling of sorrow, but he had forgotten most of it, thanks to Amber. Kaiba pulled out his poem and re-read it, though there was a phone number on it, 416-286-4262 and a signature at the bottom, Amber. Seto Kaiba smiled, a real genuine smile, he wasn't making fun of anyone, or criticizing them, he was smiling a true, happy, forgiving smile. He walked along the bridge, letting his fingers run freely along the side of the railing. For once Kaiba could really, truly, say he was happy, he could laugh out loud right then and there. He had no worries, no regrets, no deadlines, and no sadness.
It was nice outside, and Kaiba would've walked, but he wasn't really wearing anything he could call warm, and he didn't want to get an even worse cold so he called for a limo on his mini cell phone, "send a limo to," he looked at the sign, "cherry and oak street." Then he snapped shut his cell phone and waited by the sign.
Chapter 2
Kaiba's eyes fluttered open, he looked at his watch 3:21. He had only been asleep for 9 minutes, he decided he couldn't sleep, but knew he needed rest. But he couldn't sleep, knowing what he had done at school had weighed down on him, it was a heavy burden for a straight A+ student, someone who never got detention, never got in trouble, never argued with the teacher, was going to get the serving of his life. He tried to think of the good things in his life, but often things were just down the drain, so then he thought of things that would take his mind off of all his stress. Then he wonder, 'I am a good person, honestly, why can't other people see that. Why do they say stuff about me? Why does it hurt me? Why can't I have a normal life? Why did all of this have to happen to me?' He stood up, "God, if this is some kind of lesson," he paused thinking of what to say, 'it is a lesson and if I could go back and undo it, would I?' 'no I wouldn't, this gives me experience, right?' He had wanted to say, I don't want to learn this lesson, but he continued, "God, if this is some kind of lesson," he paused, like before, only this time no thoughts, "I can't say that I've learned it."
The CEO went to change his clothes, he put on a black t-shirt, and black leather pants to match. He always wore black now because he was often depressed. He went downstairs and threw on his shoes as well as his gray trench coat, with a silver lining around the edges.
"Sir, where are you going?" one of the security asked
"I'm going to take a walk," Seto replied, with his hand on the doorknob
"Have a good time then, sir"
"Well I don't know about that," he muttered
He had already opened the door, and with his keys in hand, he left, making sure to lock up. He walked down the path of his driveway. It was November, close to Christmas, and he had wished he had someone to share it with. He started thinking, 'I should have got something warmer, instead of this...this coat.' True his coat had cost a lot and it was custom made, the only one of it's kind, he didn't like it anymore, but it seem to reflect his personality so well why shouldn't he like it, cold, distant, mean, and the silver, sadness. But that's how people knew him, a few wonder if he was sad, a couple thought him incapable of emotions, except hate. They were all so far from correct, it would take a blue moon to guess and get it right. Some had even thought he was happy. No, Seto Kaiba was more than all that, he was sad, he was more than sad, more than depressed, he was lost in his own emotions. He thought some more, 'will I ever have a normal life? Will I ever have friends? Not with a personality like that, you won't,' his mind told him, 'who asked you?!' 'well since your not speaking to anyone but yourself you asked a question, so I thought I would answer.' He walked on the fresh snow, making his mark wherever he went. He loved winter, it put him in a sense of security. 'Why does my life have to be this way? I don't deserve this, do I? What did I do, God? Please let me know, I want to fix this?' Seto Kaiba walked on a bridge, and over to a railing, he looked over, and saw an ocean. He saw it trying hard not to freeze, hitting the ice that froze with furious waves, then he looked over and saw that a part of the ocean had froze, it had froze in places where the waves weren't strong enough, and he knew that because of that the whole thing would be frozen, the ice would get stronger, strong enough to take on the furious waves, and win, he thought, 'that's a lot like me, I battle hard, but it's just not enough..' He sighed, it was a lot like him, now he wasn't a very poetic person but what he's about to write defines his life. Kaiba pulled out a piece of paper and wrote:
Soul Of The Silver Moon
I am forgotten, for I no longer exist on this earth, instead my soul shall remain on the Silver Moon, in search of life, or death, to put misery to the demon who handed me my death, my soul is trapped, never to be freed, tied to the Silver Moon, I am forgotten.
Kaiba read his work and realized how sad he really was. 'I'm so pathetic, I can't even express myself,' he was wrong, he had used writing to express himself. Someone had come up to him.
"It really is a beautiful view, don't you think?" a soft, kind, sweet voice said
"Yes, it is, beautiful but sad, you startled me," he replied
"Why do you think it's sad?" she asked
"Oh, I don't know, I didn't mean to be that personal,"
"Do you write?" she asked seeing the paper in his hand
"No, but I just wrote this,"
"Can I read it?"
"Um.. I don't know," he said unsure of what to say
"Oh that's ok," she said putting on a smile
"Um..here," he handed her the paper, and she read it
"It's sad, very depressing, it really must come from the heart," she said and her words had touched him, gave him hope
"You really think so?" he asked
"I sure do" she said
'Everyone has always said I don't have a heart, but this girl she's different,' he thought 'she doesn't even know who I am, and I'm glad, if she did she would probably think different about me'
"Hey, look I really gotta go, late for a job interview," she said, and handed him back the paper
"Oh ok," he said, sad she was leaving
"By the way my name is Amber," she glanced at her watch, "See ya later, cutie"
Seto Kaiba blushed at Amber's words, 'Me? Cute? Hell if she knew who I was she wouldn't be saying that,' but he was glad that someone had thought of him as cute, it really lifted his spirits.
Seto Kaiba walked down the rest of the bridge, with his head held high, he still had the feeling of sorrow, but he had forgotten most of it, thanks to Amber. Kaiba pulled out his poem and re-read it, though there was a phone number on it, 416-286-4262 and a signature at the bottom, Amber. Seto Kaiba smiled, a real genuine smile, he wasn't making fun of anyone, or criticizing them, he was smiling a true, happy, forgiving smile. He walked along the bridge, letting his fingers run freely along the side of the railing. For once Kaiba could really, truly, say he was happy, he could laugh out loud right then and there. He had no worries, no regrets, no deadlines, and no sadness.
It was nice outside, and Kaiba would've walked, but he wasn't really wearing anything he could call warm, and he didn't want to get an even worse cold so he called for a limo on his mini cell phone, "send a limo to," he looked at the sign, "cherry and oak street." Then he snapped shut his cell phone and waited by the sign.