Crimson Tears
By Kaehimi
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!
"The Beginning"
Bakura's Point of View...
~I remembered...
It had started in school that fateful day, while I was tightening a bolt with a wrench. I accidentally caught my palm, and squeezed it. "Ow!" I exclaimed as dropped my tools with a clang. I examined my hand, and saw a small blister forming. It was red, and I realized that I had cut myself, but not my skin. The blood was building under my thin layer of skin. The pressure was growing, and I felt the need to pop it.
The bell rang, and I looked up, just noticing that I had spent the majority of my class not working on my project, but watching the blood form. I gathered my books and then left, being careful not to touch my palm.
The whole day at school, I spent not listening. My thoughts were only directed at my hand. It amazed me how much pressure could build up. Finally, the day was over and I hurried home.
I opened the door, still looking at my hand. It was...perculiar. I flipped on the lights of my kitchen and got a sharp knife out of the drawer. I lightly tapped the "blood blister" and it exploded. Small trickles of blood slid down my fingers as I let my hand flop limply. It was so...there is no word to describe the relief I felt. I had, unknowingly, poured many of my frustrations and aggravations into that little blister.
I wondered if this could work with everything...
Lapse of Time...
'The skin is such a fascinating organ.' I thought as I turned my forearm to the lamp's soft glow. I had been trying to do my homework, but I could not concentrate. My arm's smooth, flawless completion met my eyes as I peered closer. There was absolutely nothing on it, and the pale white looked too perfect to my sight.
'Should not one's outer appearance mirror their inner emotions?' I wondered. 'Don't people dress according to their mood?' A grim look plastered to my face, I reached for the scissors next to me, which I had been cutting magazines with. Gently, I slid the tip of my finger over the inner blade.
It was so sharp.
Looking closer at my finger, I realized that there was the slightest line of parted skin. I pried it to the side, using my left hand. Two pieces of skin were on either side of the small crevasse. The pain was bittersweet. It hurt o know that my life was not just a dream, or a nightmare that was very realistic. Yet, it felt amazing to know that I was in control of at least one factor in this roller coaster known as "my" life.
The world spins, the days just past by. And my life slips through my fingers. I slowly lifted the scissors, and poised them in a position that only needed the slightest movement before it could pierce my flesh.~
Kaehimi: I finally updated! ^_^ If you are curious about self-mutilation, read A Bright Red Scream by Marilee Strong.
Excuse of the Chapter: STILL busy trying to convince my boyfriend to go trick-or-treating with me as Bakura. Curses, why do boys have to be so stubborn?