O.O WOW! I have never gotten this many reviews in 4 days! I thank you so
much; this has given me another confidence boost.
Okay, I also had a nice person review me saying that this should not be a PG13
Well, I took notice that many people do not follow the rules of fsanfiction.net and go on R rated things when they are only 13 or 11 years old. Also I didn't take realisation that my story was that gory and crimson. Please forgive me as I apologize. Maybe there is no point to changing it, review me if you have a judgment, but be easy on me O.O''
This story will get happier! I promise that, but just not now.
This story was made when I was sad and depressed. So when I am sad, then I will update! I'm not sure if this chapter is good enough, but please review me and tell me! ^_^ enjoy.
P.S _ didn't mean to make people cry! SORRY T_T
~*~ crimson tears~*~
I woke up to a throbbing pain in my neck as I tried to get up. My fingers gingerly rubbed the pain stricken part, running over two small deep punctures. Bakura must have bitten me.It made my feel sick just thinking about it. How can some one drink blood, my blood?
I glanced at the clock on my bed side and my heart nearly did flip flops. 9:00AM! I'm already late; I'll miss the school buss!
Ignoring the bitter pain in my legs and arms, I picked myself from the floor. No matter how hard I tried, tears seeped through my pain filled eyes. God I was so pathetic to this world, I want to die.
I could feel the bitter coppery taste in my mouth; I could feel myself shudder in disgust. Toothpaste replaced that awful taste as I quickly got ready. Every one was already suspicious of why I was not at school for days. Why were people to nosy about my life? It's already hard enough to cover my wounds, let alone think of stupid answers for their questions.
There I go again, Bad thoughts of other people. You could say that I am slightly turning into Bakura.What a nightmare, to turn into him, a lowly evil man.
I could feel sobs racking my body as I looked in the mirror. This wasn't me, the Ryou I know of. That reflection was a tall boy, paler then normal, eyes dulled as well as dry blood cuts. That just can't be me, it can't be, just can't be.
More sobs, my eyes were turning a puffy red colour as more tears streamed down, the saltiness stinging the raw cut on my left cheek. My hands were clenched tightly as I stared at my reflection.No.Some ones reflection. That just can't be me; I refuse to believe in it.
I brushed my silvery hair over my left cheek that had the cut. There is just no need for more questions from Yugi or no one. No way am I going to let them on to my dark secret.
I quietly walked down the stairs with that usual limp and I could smell eggs and bacon, must be mum. She was humming her little made up song, I use to always listen when little.
"Ryou, you want breakfast?" she asked
I ignored though and I don't know why. It was like something took over my actions, but it was not Bakura, I can tell. Maybe a few months of this abuse has taken its effect already. I can feel the bitter anger bubbling inside me, thinking of anguish thoughts.
"Ryou?"
Why was I being so rude and so cruel to the women that raised me? Why? I couldn't stand this no longer and quickly rushed over to the door.
"Bye mom," I replied, those were the first two words I had spoken for two days straight, not even a murmur.
"Bye"
That one word for some reason stung my heart, I stood still at the open door, trying to recall at what mum just said. Bye? Bye? She never said bye.
It stung the inside of me all over, this was just not normal. My mom never said good bye. It was always "Have a nice day, love you. Bye" in her usual purpose sugary voice to embarrass me for years since I was four. Then I would shyly reply bye or okay, what ever, even though it wasn't my style.
Now it was bye? Bye? Why though, why would she change it? Sure, this didn't seem like a big deal to you, but this was like a way in showing my mom cared for me by saying that. Maybe she was trying to give me the message of "I don't like you no more". That must be it.
I grew out of shock and slowly walked down the hill, my face was hung down, staring at my feet while trotting on the ground. You could hear the gravel crunch under my feet, the breeze whispering in my ear, Leafs rustling. No one takes the time to listen to this, these normal sounds of life to me.
"Hey Ryou!"
Oh no.
I know that small cheerful voice, a person that I envy with all my heart. Slowly, my aching body turned to the sound and my eyes met amethyst eyes of Yugi Mouto. He had a big smile stretched across his features, a very odd hair style planted on his head that looked a cross of a star fish and a hedgehog, but red, black and yellow colours.
I tried to pull on a happy smile back, only to bring more pain inside me. You could tell that my eyes were dull still dull, I saw them in that mirror. Even though many times I tried to imagine my old healthy self, it was hard, so very hard to.
"What's wrong Ryou?" Yugi panted his eyes full of curiosity and innocents, another reason of why I suddenly want to hate him. He was adored, loved with his other friends. Most of them don't take notice of my presence.
I hate every one; I hate this place, this school, my life. Yugi was silent as we walked to school, it was peace. You could hear the school bell ring in a far away distance but I didn't care. "Come on Ryou, we'll be late," chirped Yugi, he was getting ready to sprint. Oh I so wish that I could run just about now, the feeling of my long legs getting a good stretch.
"No thanks Yugi, I think I'll walk"
"But-," here we go, Yugi having his concerned side turned on. Here I go about wanting to be late, some thing that I have never done. Why won't he just leave me alone to be swallowed in bitter sorrow?
Rage was bubbling furiously and I felt my face scrunch up in anger. My eyes snapped at Yugi and I could feel him back away slightly from me. "I said Go!" and that was it. Yugi ran off like a little mouse chased by a cat. Guilt was shredding the insides of me, but I swallowed them back. There was no time for these feelings. It was time for thinking, on how to explain my away and my snappish behaviour.
So there is life on this planet that took a notice of.Me.
~*~~*~Crimson tears ~*~
How was it? I bet it wasn't as good at the last chapter and I probably made it too boring. REVIEW!
I WOULD LIKE TO THANK EVERY ONE!
Also, muahahah here is a little present.
Bakura: O.O' *tied up with rope, up side down*
Muaha IF U REVIEWS, PLEASE GIVES BAKURA A WACK WITH A BAT! THINK OF POOR RYOU!
Bakura: NOOO O.O
^____^ BYE
Okay, I also had a nice person review me saying that this should not be a PG13
Well, I took notice that many people do not follow the rules of fsanfiction.net and go on R rated things when they are only 13 or 11 years old. Also I didn't take realisation that my story was that gory and crimson. Please forgive me as I apologize. Maybe there is no point to changing it, review me if you have a judgment, but be easy on me O.O''
This story will get happier! I promise that, but just not now.
This story was made when I was sad and depressed. So when I am sad, then I will update! I'm not sure if this chapter is good enough, but please review me and tell me! ^_^ enjoy.
P.S _ didn't mean to make people cry! SORRY T_T
~*~ crimson tears~*~
I woke up to a throbbing pain in my neck as I tried to get up. My fingers gingerly rubbed the pain stricken part, running over two small deep punctures. Bakura must have bitten me.It made my feel sick just thinking about it. How can some one drink blood, my blood?
I glanced at the clock on my bed side and my heart nearly did flip flops. 9:00AM! I'm already late; I'll miss the school buss!
Ignoring the bitter pain in my legs and arms, I picked myself from the floor. No matter how hard I tried, tears seeped through my pain filled eyes. God I was so pathetic to this world, I want to die.
I could feel the bitter coppery taste in my mouth; I could feel myself shudder in disgust. Toothpaste replaced that awful taste as I quickly got ready. Every one was already suspicious of why I was not at school for days. Why were people to nosy about my life? It's already hard enough to cover my wounds, let alone think of stupid answers for their questions.
There I go again, Bad thoughts of other people. You could say that I am slightly turning into Bakura.What a nightmare, to turn into him, a lowly evil man.
I could feel sobs racking my body as I looked in the mirror. This wasn't me, the Ryou I know of. That reflection was a tall boy, paler then normal, eyes dulled as well as dry blood cuts. That just can't be me, it can't be, just can't be.
More sobs, my eyes were turning a puffy red colour as more tears streamed down, the saltiness stinging the raw cut on my left cheek. My hands were clenched tightly as I stared at my reflection.No.Some ones reflection. That just can't be me; I refuse to believe in it.
I brushed my silvery hair over my left cheek that had the cut. There is just no need for more questions from Yugi or no one. No way am I going to let them on to my dark secret.
I quietly walked down the stairs with that usual limp and I could smell eggs and bacon, must be mum. She was humming her little made up song, I use to always listen when little.
"Ryou, you want breakfast?" she asked
I ignored though and I don't know why. It was like something took over my actions, but it was not Bakura, I can tell. Maybe a few months of this abuse has taken its effect already. I can feel the bitter anger bubbling inside me, thinking of anguish thoughts.
"Ryou?"
Why was I being so rude and so cruel to the women that raised me? Why? I couldn't stand this no longer and quickly rushed over to the door.
"Bye mom," I replied, those were the first two words I had spoken for two days straight, not even a murmur.
"Bye"
That one word for some reason stung my heart, I stood still at the open door, trying to recall at what mum just said. Bye? Bye? She never said bye.
It stung the inside of me all over, this was just not normal. My mom never said good bye. It was always "Have a nice day, love you. Bye" in her usual purpose sugary voice to embarrass me for years since I was four. Then I would shyly reply bye or okay, what ever, even though it wasn't my style.
Now it was bye? Bye? Why though, why would she change it? Sure, this didn't seem like a big deal to you, but this was like a way in showing my mom cared for me by saying that. Maybe she was trying to give me the message of "I don't like you no more". That must be it.
I grew out of shock and slowly walked down the hill, my face was hung down, staring at my feet while trotting on the ground. You could hear the gravel crunch under my feet, the breeze whispering in my ear, Leafs rustling. No one takes the time to listen to this, these normal sounds of life to me.
"Hey Ryou!"
Oh no.
I know that small cheerful voice, a person that I envy with all my heart. Slowly, my aching body turned to the sound and my eyes met amethyst eyes of Yugi Mouto. He had a big smile stretched across his features, a very odd hair style planted on his head that looked a cross of a star fish and a hedgehog, but red, black and yellow colours.
I tried to pull on a happy smile back, only to bring more pain inside me. You could tell that my eyes were dull still dull, I saw them in that mirror. Even though many times I tried to imagine my old healthy self, it was hard, so very hard to.
"What's wrong Ryou?" Yugi panted his eyes full of curiosity and innocents, another reason of why I suddenly want to hate him. He was adored, loved with his other friends. Most of them don't take notice of my presence.
I hate every one; I hate this place, this school, my life. Yugi was silent as we walked to school, it was peace. You could hear the school bell ring in a far away distance but I didn't care. "Come on Ryou, we'll be late," chirped Yugi, he was getting ready to sprint. Oh I so wish that I could run just about now, the feeling of my long legs getting a good stretch.
"No thanks Yugi, I think I'll walk"
"But-," here we go, Yugi having his concerned side turned on. Here I go about wanting to be late, some thing that I have never done. Why won't he just leave me alone to be swallowed in bitter sorrow?
Rage was bubbling furiously and I felt my face scrunch up in anger. My eyes snapped at Yugi and I could feel him back away slightly from me. "I said Go!" and that was it. Yugi ran off like a little mouse chased by a cat. Guilt was shredding the insides of me, but I swallowed them back. There was no time for these feelings. It was time for thinking, on how to explain my away and my snappish behaviour.
So there is life on this planet that took a notice of.Me.
~*~~*~Crimson tears ~*~
How was it? I bet it wasn't as good at the last chapter and I probably made it too boring. REVIEW!
I WOULD LIKE TO THANK EVERY ONE!
Also, muahahah here is a little present.
Bakura: O.O' *tied up with rope, up side down*
Muaha IF U REVIEWS, PLEASE GIVES BAKURA A WACK WITH A BAT! THINK OF POOR RYOU!
Bakura: NOOO O.O
^____^ BYE