Note: This is a Yu-Gi-Oh fic that's mostly based on the card game and not on the show. This is a tale of a girl who can never find love...
And the only love she can ever find is a love she can never have. A lot of this is truth, but some of it is highly fictional.
There are some lyrics from Matthew Good Band's "Going All The Way" and a line from "Silent Hill". Enjoy.
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"Daddy..." the voice of the phone cried out weakly, "where are you?"
That's a question I've been asking myself...
Where is my dad? Why does he do this?
My father, my father...
He liked me...
WHEN I WAS NOT THERE!!!!
Hey Dad, I befriend a millionare who created Duel Monsters.
Silence.
Hey Dad, I wrote a fic and everyone is loving it. I got it up to 65 reviews.
More Silence.
Hey Dad...
Even more Silence.
And a yell for wasting my time on drawing and writing.
My father, my father...
HE KILLED ME. HE KILLED ME WHEN I WAS NOT THERE.
In fact, he already killed me quite a lot. He killed the true me. Every time I write or draw, I shall know one thing...
It's not good enough for him. It'll never be good enough for him. No matter how much effort I put up in my works.
He'll easily discard them. This why I am not in an art course.
I had a dream last night. I dreamt I was dueling against this Pegasus guy and actually winning. I had faith in my cards and everyone I knew had faith in me to win...
Save my father...who looked at me as if I was playing a childish game.
FOR FUCK SAKES, I'M TRYING TO SAVE THE DAMNED SOULS OF THE WHITE KNIGHT!!! I HAVE TO DO IT, BECAUSE NO ONE ELSE WILL!!!
Can't you at least ACCEPT THAT?!!!!
Silence.
Sometimes I'm talking to myself when I try to talk to my father. I wish I could grab the bloody kitchen knife and stab the mexican bastard till he howls in pain.
But I can't. He is my father....the only father I'll ever had.
Maybe that's why I'm so hostile when my beautiful lovely black mages "touched" me in ways that I felt all my pain was gone...
FUCK IT!! I CAN'T EVEN FUCK THE MAN I LOVE STRAIGHT!!!
Dad, I hope you're happy. You've made one of your girls a slut and you constantly kill the other by yelling and screaming in her ears. I'm partly blinded and deaf because of you...
And you continue...
Rippping me to pieces.
And I can't fight back.
Because, not only have you reduced my body to a souless husk what is considered "brainless" in your views. You turned my own self against me, forcing me to live like a cowardlike hermit along with the cats, and can't do nothing about it to change it.
Because you already killed me.
Need drug...
I hate you for that.
I hate you.
I hate you...
I HATE YOU!!!!!
"And if there's mothing left to die for..." a voice chanted on the radio, "and all this 'our beauty' is just decay. And if there's nothing left to die for. Then you and me...let's go out. Going all the way...."
Duelist Kingdom...here we come.
And the only love she can ever find is a love she can never have. A lot of this is truth, but some of it is highly fictional.
There are some lyrics from Matthew Good Band's "Going All The Way" and a line from "Silent Hill". Enjoy.
****
"Daddy..." the voice of the phone cried out weakly, "where are you?"
That's a question I've been asking myself...
Where is my dad? Why does he do this?
My father, my father...
He liked me...
WHEN I WAS NOT THERE!!!!
Hey Dad, I befriend a millionare who created Duel Monsters.
Silence.
Hey Dad, I wrote a fic and everyone is loving it. I got it up to 65 reviews.
More Silence.
Hey Dad...
Even more Silence.
And a yell for wasting my time on drawing and writing.
My father, my father...
HE KILLED ME. HE KILLED ME WHEN I WAS NOT THERE.
In fact, he already killed me quite a lot. He killed the true me. Every time I write or draw, I shall know one thing...
It's not good enough for him. It'll never be good enough for him. No matter how much effort I put up in my works.
He'll easily discard them. This why I am not in an art course.
I had a dream last night. I dreamt I was dueling against this Pegasus guy and actually winning. I had faith in my cards and everyone I knew had faith in me to win...
Save my father...who looked at me as if I was playing a childish game.
FOR FUCK SAKES, I'M TRYING TO SAVE THE DAMNED SOULS OF THE WHITE KNIGHT!!! I HAVE TO DO IT, BECAUSE NO ONE ELSE WILL!!!
Can't you at least ACCEPT THAT?!!!!
Silence.
Sometimes I'm talking to myself when I try to talk to my father. I wish I could grab the bloody kitchen knife and stab the mexican bastard till he howls in pain.
But I can't. He is my father....the only father I'll ever had.
Maybe that's why I'm so hostile when my beautiful lovely black mages "touched" me in ways that I felt all my pain was gone...
FUCK IT!! I CAN'T EVEN FUCK THE MAN I LOVE STRAIGHT!!!
Dad, I hope you're happy. You've made one of your girls a slut and you constantly kill the other by yelling and screaming in her ears. I'm partly blinded and deaf because of you...
And you continue...
Rippping me to pieces.
And I can't fight back.
Because, not only have you reduced my body to a souless husk what is considered "brainless" in your views. You turned my own self against me, forcing me to live like a cowardlike hermit along with the cats, and can't do nothing about it to change it.
Because you already killed me.
Need drug...
I hate you for that.
I hate you.
I hate you...
I HATE YOU!!!!!
"And if there's mothing left to die for..." a voice chanted on the radio, "and all this 'our beauty' is just decay. And if there's nothing left to die for. Then you and me...let's go out. Going all the way...."
Duelist Kingdom...here we come.
