HEY GUYS! ^^ Its Saturn Angel!
Okay, so I have updated, I have made the chapters longer and I am going to do some of these requests in the next chapter.
I had a lovely review from a nice person asking for a Girl/Lady to help Ryou. ^^ of course I can do that! I'm going to make a new character up in the next pages.
Here was another request from a nice person, but I'm afraid I can't do this one request. "Please don't hurt Ryou no more". I'm sorry, but this is the story. Ryou is being abused and I have warned you lot. Ryou will be happy, I think anyway
* sweat drops*
There's a song in this Chapter from Linkin Park, so I hope there are Linkin Park fans out there! ^^ If you don't like it then I don't really care that much. But if so, flame, tell me what is wrong or what you do like, then I MIGHT make it better in later chapters.
I'm trying to do the requests people are asking for like, lighten up the
mood, write more, update and all and a lady girl to help Ryou. Oh yeah,
THIS IS NOT EVE GONNA BE A YOAI OR LEMON! ^^;; sorry guys
~*~ ~*~ Breaking The Habit ~*~ ~*~
No, I can't face them, I just can't. What have I done to myself? I snapped at Yugi who would obviously tell his friends. The plan on telling them I had the flue is going to go down the drain.
I could see the school building a head of me but I didn't rush at all. What was the point? This was only school to me; I have many other things to worry about. My hand reached up to my wrist that held dry cuts all over, no, not suicide, just entertainment from Bakura. There was no time to wrap it up or find a better way into hiding it.
My vision was getting hazy and I began to walk faster. Feet felt light as well as my mind. It was as if I wasn't near Domino right now, I felt as if I was in another world. And God did it feel so right.
Nothing to worry about, nothing to see, it was like bathing in warm water. I just can't describe it to you or this would just be come even more confusing as it is.
The third bell rang loudly and I snapped awake to find myself at the doors of my school. I stared up at the tall building; the grass was gleaming here as well as laughter echoing into the halls. This felt wrong, I don't belong here.
I don't belong into a place that is full of laughter and colours. My world is grey and white; my world is dull as well as painful. Each step into the building made my chest swirl inside. Heart beat after heart beat grew more and more. I had to lick my lips to stop the dryness getting to me.
To my left that was my class room. I could see them all, people laughing behind the teacher's back, playing duel monsters, joking, sniggering, whispering.No.there was too much noise, too many smiles.
I'm not that, that's the old me, the very old me. Why am I thinking of this any way? Don't I want to be me again, with my old life and my loving family? Guilt was coursing through my veins as I took one more glance at the class room and slowly turned away.
I'm not entirely sure where I was going, or what I was going to do.
There we go again, feeling light, feeling as if I'm into another world. My vision was going grey like I said my life was. Objects in the hall were going hazy as well as my vision, or was it just my vision?
Then I woke up.
Dimmitt, I was almost in heaven there. Peace.
My eyes looked at the door I was standing in front of, "Boys Toilets". Doesn't matter, it was some where to hide and think. Some where to calm down and breathe, even though the "boy's toilets" are revolting.
I slowly entered with caution, the smell of something revolting that I just can't say whiffed into my face. My footsteps were echoing around me as I walked, checking every inch of the place to make sure no one was here.
A sigh of relief and I sat on one of the sinks. The blue tiles surrounding me, only silence every where. Maybe it was just a little too quiet for my liking to tell the truth. My hand slipped into my bag and I pulled out my Personal CD player.
I could feel a true happy smile flick onto my lips as I put my favourite CD in the player. Non other than Linkin Park, the new Album called "Meteora".
My eyes slowly closed as I put on the ear phones, the music drowning me into its beat. The song that matched me and my life was number 9, "Breaking The Habit".
I let the music consume me, listening to the soft drums, the pattern, the choir in the background and the voice speaking of my life.
Memories consume
Like opening the wounds
I'm picking me apart again
You all assume
I'm safe here in my room
[Unless I try to start again}
It was true, people thought I was safe in my room, even I did. That is until Bakura decided to 'punish' me, hurt me and make me bleed.
I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
Cause inside I realize
That I'm the one confused
I was confused, I still am. My fingers were drumming on the sink that I sat on. My eyes closed, my feelings bubbling inside.
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I know it's not all right
So I'm
Breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit tonight
What was the point in fighting back? I didn't know why I had to scream, scream for him to stop. I snapped at Yugi, I snapped at every one, even my mother. I didn't mean to say them things though, I was so confused. I'm not sure why I'm acting like this, my snappish behaviour, only that the abuse is getting worse.
Clutching my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more
Than any time before
I had no options left again
My cure..my cure was in the bathroom, I was so nearly there. But then he came and stopped me pressing the blade against my skin, my pale skin. He punished me after so, but it was worth a try, worth every minute of that blood thirsty beating that I got.
Locking the door is no use, and I even tried. Big mistake, more blood, more bruises. It hurt, not because of Bakura, but the way I cried, the way I screamed, tried to get away with life from a blade. Why was I so pathetic? There was no option; I have to face it every day, every minute and every second.
I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
Cause inside I realize
That I'm the one confused
My heart was sinking and my feelings were soaring high. Nothing else was on my mind, only the lyrics of this song, beating into my head. My fingers were no longer drumming on the sink but now gripping it tightly. This was my Song.
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
But now I have some clarity
To show you what I mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright
So I'm
Breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
Tonight
That was true, that I'll never be alright. If this abuse ever did stop, I still wouldn't be okay. This abuse will forever effect my childhood; I might not even trust anyone. But then again, I might be dead before its no where near over.
I'll paint it on the walls
Cause I'm the one at fault
I'll never fight again
And this is how it ends
Will it ever end? I don't think I'll ever fight again seeming as its no use. No use at all to my darker half. It only amuses him of his entertainment fighting. I was weak; I still am to every one, even to myself. My arm leaned against the wall next to my right for support.
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
But now I have some clarity
To show you what I mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright
So I'm
Breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
Tonight.
My eyes slowly blinked open and I felt warm tears leak out. The usual sobs racked my body as I leaned against the wall. I felt liquid trickling down my arm that leant against the wall. Blood was dripping down the wall from my arm as the cuts re-opened them self.
Blinking, I dipped my finger in the bloody patch on my arm and touched the wall. My heart was racing, warm tears streaming down my face as my finger drew across the cold stony wall.
Pulling away, the smile that was there came back to me in satisfaction as I examined the wall.
Scarlet liquid, crimson blood, my own blood was strewn across the wall in large letters. I felt proud at what I had done, yet, I felt slightly depressed at what I become.
My fingers were shaking, my whole body was actually. I hated this. I hated this so much. Why do I have to cry now? Its school, I already got enough questions on my back from every one!
Speaking of school, the lunch bell rang. I skidded across the toilets, biting my lip from the pain in my legs and ran out. No one needed to know that I was in the toilets and that blood was mine. No way.
Hundreds of footsteps echoing around as students crashed out of their classrooms. It was like a sea crashing against lockers and the walls. So many people, I wanted to just disappear out of existence.
But instead of disappearing, I peered over the heads of students, trying to avoid a certain short boy with a star haired style.I wasn't going to snap at him, I wasn't going to this time.
I smiled for the third time.
I truly was breaking the habit here, but will it last?
~*~ ~*~ Breaking The habit ~*~ ~*~
I hope that was okay for you guys and I am continuing! YAY
AND * grins * WHO EVER REVIEWS FIRST CAN BORROW BAKURA FOR A DAY AS A SLAVE! HA HA ^^
Bakura: O.O *tries to make a run for it *
¬_¬ I don't think so *grabs him and ties him in chains *
Bakura: T__T HELP
^^ so, REVIEW! Tell me if there was any problems and sorry if you don't review first, there's only one Bakura in this story *sniff *
Okay, so I have updated, I have made the chapters longer and I am going to do some of these requests in the next chapter.
I had a lovely review from a nice person asking for a Girl/Lady to help Ryou. ^^ of course I can do that! I'm going to make a new character up in the next pages.
Here was another request from a nice person, but I'm afraid I can't do this one request. "Please don't hurt Ryou no more". I'm sorry, but this is the story. Ryou is being abused and I have warned you lot. Ryou will be happy, I think anyway
* sweat drops*
There's a song in this Chapter from Linkin Park, so I hope there are Linkin Park fans out there! ^^ If you don't like it then I don't really care that much. But if so, flame, tell me what is wrong or what you do like, then I MIGHT make it better in later chapters.
I'm trying to do the requests people are asking for like, lighten up the
mood, write more, update and all and a lady girl to help Ryou. Oh yeah,
THIS IS NOT EVE GONNA BE A YOAI OR LEMON! ^^;; sorry guys
~*~ ~*~ Breaking The Habit ~*~ ~*~
No, I can't face them, I just can't. What have I done to myself? I snapped at Yugi who would obviously tell his friends. The plan on telling them I had the flue is going to go down the drain.
I could see the school building a head of me but I didn't rush at all. What was the point? This was only school to me; I have many other things to worry about. My hand reached up to my wrist that held dry cuts all over, no, not suicide, just entertainment from Bakura. There was no time to wrap it up or find a better way into hiding it.
My vision was getting hazy and I began to walk faster. Feet felt light as well as my mind. It was as if I wasn't near Domino right now, I felt as if I was in another world. And God did it feel so right.
Nothing to worry about, nothing to see, it was like bathing in warm water. I just can't describe it to you or this would just be come even more confusing as it is.
The third bell rang loudly and I snapped awake to find myself at the doors of my school. I stared up at the tall building; the grass was gleaming here as well as laughter echoing into the halls. This felt wrong, I don't belong here.
I don't belong into a place that is full of laughter and colours. My world is grey and white; my world is dull as well as painful. Each step into the building made my chest swirl inside. Heart beat after heart beat grew more and more. I had to lick my lips to stop the dryness getting to me.
To my left that was my class room. I could see them all, people laughing behind the teacher's back, playing duel monsters, joking, sniggering, whispering.No.there was too much noise, too many smiles.
I'm not that, that's the old me, the very old me. Why am I thinking of this any way? Don't I want to be me again, with my old life and my loving family? Guilt was coursing through my veins as I took one more glance at the class room and slowly turned away.
I'm not entirely sure where I was going, or what I was going to do.
There we go again, feeling light, feeling as if I'm into another world. My vision was going grey like I said my life was. Objects in the hall were going hazy as well as my vision, or was it just my vision?
Then I woke up.
Dimmitt, I was almost in heaven there. Peace.
My eyes looked at the door I was standing in front of, "Boys Toilets". Doesn't matter, it was some where to hide and think. Some where to calm down and breathe, even though the "boy's toilets" are revolting.
I slowly entered with caution, the smell of something revolting that I just can't say whiffed into my face. My footsteps were echoing around me as I walked, checking every inch of the place to make sure no one was here.
A sigh of relief and I sat on one of the sinks. The blue tiles surrounding me, only silence every where. Maybe it was just a little too quiet for my liking to tell the truth. My hand slipped into my bag and I pulled out my Personal CD player.
I could feel a true happy smile flick onto my lips as I put my favourite CD in the player. Non other than Linkin Park, the new Album called "Meteora".
My eyes slowly closed as I put on the ear phones, the music drowning me into its beat. The song that matched me and my life was number 9, "Breaking The Habit".
I let the music consume me, listening to the soft drums, the pattern, the choir in the background and the voice speaking of my life.
Memories consume
Like opening the wounds
I'm picking me apart again
You all assume
I'm safe here in my room
[Unless I try to start again}
It was true, people thought I was safe in my room, even I did. That is until Bakura decided to 'punish' me, hurt me and make me bleed.
I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
Cause inside I realize
That I'm the one confused
I was confused, I still am. My fingers were drumming on the sink that I sat on. My eyes closed, my feelings bubbling inside.
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I know it's not all right
So I'm
Breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit tonight
What was the point in fighting back? I didn't know why I had to scream, scream for him to stop. I snapped at Yugi, I snapped at every one, even my mother. I didn't mean to say them things though, I was so confused. I'm not sure why I'm acting like this, my snappish behaviour, only that the abuse is getting worse.
Clutching my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more
Than any time before
I had no options left again
My cure..my cure was in the bathroom, I was so nearly there. But then he came and stopped me pressing the blade against my skin, my pale skin. He punished me after so, but it was worth a try, worth every minute of that blood thirsty beating that I got.
Locking the door is no use, and I even tried. Big mistake, more blood, more bruises. It hurt, not because of Bakura, but the way I cried, the way I screamed, tried to get away with life from a blade. Why was I so pathetic? There was no option; I have to face it every day, every minute and every second.
I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
Cause inside I realize
That I'm the one confused
My heart was sinking and my feelings were soaring high. Nothing else was on my mind, only the lyrics of this song, beating into my head. My fingers were no longer drumming on the sink but now gripping it tightly. This was my Song.
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
But now I have some clarity
To show you what I mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright
So I'm
Breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
Tonight
That was true, that I'll never be alright. If this abuse ever did stop, I still wouldn't be okay. This abuse will forever effect my childhood; I might not even trust anyone. But then again, I might be dead before its no where near over.
I'll paint it on the walls
Cause I'm the one at fault
I'll never fight again
And this is how it ends
Will it ever end? I don't think I'll ever fight again seeming as its no use. No use at all to my darker half. It only amuses him of his entertainment fighting. I was weak; I still am to every one, even to myself. My arm leaned against the wall next to my right for support.
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
But now I have some clarity
To show you what I mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright
So I'm
Breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
Tonight.
My eyes slowly blinked open and I felt warm tears leak out. The usual sobs racked my body as I leaned against the wall. I felt liquid trickling down my arm that leant against the wall. Blood was dripping down the wall from my arm as the cuts re-opened them self.
Blinking, I dipped my finger in the bloody patch on my arm and touched the wall. My heart was racing, warm tears streaming down my face as my finger drew across the cold stony wall.
Pulling away, the smile that was there came back to me in satisfaction as I examined the wall.
Scarlet liquid, crimson blood, my own blood was strewn across the wall in large letters. I felt proud at what I had done, yet, I felt slightly depressed at what I become.
My fingers were shaking, my whole body was actually. I hated this. I hated this so much. Why do I have to cry now? Its school, I already got enough questions on my back from every one!
Speaking of school, the lunch bell rang. I skidded across the toilets, biting my lip from the pain in my legs and ran out. No one needed to know that I was in the toilets and that blood was mine. No way.
Hundreds of footsteps echoing around as students crashed out of their classrooms. It was like a sea crashing against lockers and the walls. So many people, I wanted to just disappear out of existence.
But instead of disappearing, I peered over the heads of students, trying to avoid a certain short boy with a star haired style.I wasn't going to snap at him, I wasn't going to this time.
I smiled for the third time.
I truly was breaking the habit here, but will it last?
~*~ ~*~ Breaking The habit ~*~ ~*~
I hope that was okay for you guys and I am continuing! YAY
AND * grins * WHO EVER REVIEWS FIRST CAN BORROW BAKURA FOR A DAY AS A SLAVE! HA HA ^^
Bakura: O.O *tries to make a run for it *
¬_¬ I don't think so *grabs him and ties him in chains *
Bakura: T__T HELP
^^ so, REVIEW! Tell me if there was any problems and sorry if you don't review first, there's only one Bakura in this story *sniff *