Pre-Chapter Notes: Sorry for the long update. I should have updated sooner, because I have a few written chapters, but couldn't find time, and is too lazy to type it up.
Chrysanthemum 3: Ha! I knew, because I knew! Anyhow, I just updated!
Emily10: Deep yes, good? It sucks. I say it did. It doesn't matter if a character is real or not real. They could experience through the same thing. Think of life as this way. When you're born, you're pure, and the white piece of paper is white, no marks. But as time passes, that paper becomes darker with marks. No one can ever dwell in dreams forever. And I'm glad you enjoyed the story.
InsaneFuzieBunny: Ha, ha, Sakura! Of course you didn't read any stories like this! It's supposed to be original.
Saiya-jin Spice: That's okay. You're not the only one taking advance classes. pats her I'm taking advance classes too and I have a lot of homework to deal with. Oh, and how this is going to end? You'll just have to wait and see. The ending's very surprising. Very. I guarantee it.
I know I forgot to do the disclaimer in the last time, so:
Disclaimer (x2): No, Yu-gi-oh does not belong to me.
Chapter 2: The Present Is The Past
The darkness hung heavily. The air smelled of death and despair. The silent tension slowly crept up Rebecca's mind as she looked around for some solid support. So scared, so alone. No one was there to help her. So afraid of the dark, nothing to see. The feeling of dread clung heavily to Rebecca.
"Hello?" She cried softly. "Anyone here?"
No reply. The floor felt solid under her shoes, but everywhere she turned, it seems like there was nothing more, but the thick veil of darkness.
Suddenly, lights shone ahead and Rebecca found herself in a long, endless hallway. She stood with her arms hung out by her side in an unnatural manner as a look of shock replaced the look of fear. Someone brushed by her, but she didn't bother to see. She didn't even feel that movement.
In front of her, she watched as busy men and women run about in a calm manner, clipboards in hand and pushing carts with victims in them.
"The hospital." The words that flew out of Rebecca's mouth was soft, almost a whisper.
It was almost like she was struck by lighting. Her eyes focused on the girl in front of her. The girl's eyes were bright and watery, but held back the tears bravely. Her blonde hair and pale face made her looked like a mirror reflection. The girl held a look of anxiety and a sad air seemed to surround her.
"Please be okay, grandpa." The girl whispered.
Rebecca stood rigid. This was herself.
It happened so fast that Rebecca was still immobile by the time she ran through herself. Staring straight ahead, Rebecca stared ahead in shock as her two hands slowly reached for her heart. No sound, no thump. She let out a slight gasp and whirled around as she watched herself run down the hallway to Ward C1.
Ward C1.
The dreaded red, bloody words that hang on the white sign above the doorway. Rebecca watched herself pressed her nose against the glass pain. Slowly, she made her way to the room. Slowly, each step so tormenting moved slowly and heavily to the dreaded room.
Stopping short when she saw the pale and helpless form on the hospital bed, Rebecca unleashed a silent scream nobody heard. Her weakened grandfather lied on bed with the white hospital sheets drawn up to his shoulders and under his chin. His hair seemed whiter than she had remembered. His face was full of wrinkles-, a gift from time itself. Several tubes were hooked to his arm as the machine beeped furiously as it continued to show signs of dying life.
"Grandpa!" The Rebecca cried as she banged her fists against the glass pain. "Grandpa!"
Rebecca moved her hand forward as she reached to comfort herself. But her hand stopped as she glanced at her dying grandfather again.
"Why grandfather?" Rebecca cried. "Why?" It seemed then everything inside of her died. Everything including her will. She felt as if she was going to rush inside the room and pull all the tubes from her Grandpa's arm and slap him awake if she had to. "Why did you make me become like this?" Rebecca asked the reflection of herself. The late Rebecca's face had lost all its color and she seemed older than mere twelve.
Almost making up her mind she went in through the glass wall and felt a sudden jerk of death. Death was in the room. Rebecca felt fear crawled up her spine. Sweat seemed to have form all of a sudden.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Her heart seemed to be working as the sound hammered loudly, working up a headache. Perhaps the air of death had to do with it. Rebecca stood still as she felt Death made his way around her and towards her grandpa. Part of her wanted to rush at it and yank him away from her dying grandpa. The other half said to do nothing, because she could do nothing to save her grandfather. Whatever happened then, was the past.
Death. That word doesn't seem so meaningless anymore. It was there. It had never occurred to her before how it would end up being this way. She watched as Death bent over to take away Professor Hawkins's last breath and heartbeat. He went without struggle or cry.
Death. It wasn't new anymore. She was death herself. The words hit her like a ton of bricks. Moving forward, she shoved the Death away, but was already too late. The machine stopped screaming and Rebecca stood numb as she stood over her grandfather's body.
"Grandpa…will you wait for me?" She asked softly. "I'm dead too. Will you forgive me for not stopping death in time?" She reached for her grandpa's hand. Cold. Too cold.
"Grandpa…." She said softly.
The tears fell again. Rebecca kneeled down beside her grandpa's hospital bed and wept.
"Quickly!" Tea screamed as the paramedics rushed a sketcher containing none other than Rebecca Hawkins on it. "This girl's life depends on it!" She ran along the side as she followed the sketcher to its destination.
"We got it miss. The girl's got a chance." One of the paramedics informed her.
Yugi looked nervous and he ran by the other side of the sketcher.
::Is Rebecca going to be alright?::
::I hope so.:: Yugi told Yami as he ran harder.
Tea looked down at the bloody mass that was formally Rebecca Hawkins. Why did she do this? Tea thought. This was wrong. Almost so sad to throw your life away when you have a long one ahead of you. Just one little bump along the way changed so much. Tea thought with dread. She wished for someone to clean off the lot of dried blood from Rebecca's face as she continued to watch the unconscious girl-, perhaps dead girl's bloody face. Her nose was smashed and her head was bleeding freely.
The blankets did little to hide the blood that was flowing from the wounds that came from the body. The blanket was soaked with red blood by the time the sketcher reached a suitable room for the patient.
"We're sorry." One of the paramedics informed the two friends as they laid the girl on a bed. "We can't permit visitors at the moment."
"Please!" Tea cried. "Can't we say? Rebecca's been through a lot at the moment. Her grandfather died recently. We're the only people she's got!"
"Miss, we're really sorry. We can't allow visitors at the moment, the girl's life is in danger!" Doctors rushed in and equipments were drawn from cupboards and desks while machines were turned on.
"But-." Yugi started.
"No buts." The doctor stated firmly. "We can only hope now."
The two friends took one last look at the bleeding Rebecca, her face paled by the soft glow of yellow light. A dead angel. That was what she looked like at the moment. The ethereal glow each innocent child had had died away. A death aura surrounds her now.
Rebecca gave off a hiccup as she watched men and women come in to take her grandfather's body away. "Don't!" She cried with her soundless voice. "Leave him!" No one heard her. No one knew Rebecca Hawkins existed at all. "Stop!" Her hand reached out to stop them but all in vain.
Be brave, Rebecca. Stop crying! She commanded herself as she dried the tears from her tear-streaked face. She ran after the men taking his grandpa's body to the exit. A bright light shone from the bright sun. She shielded the light from her face and waited till her eyes adjusted.
The funeral. Herself. Yugi and others.
Live through this, Rebecca. She said as her eyebrows furrowed into a determined poise. You're dead, and you have nothing to be afraid of. Just go through this and you won't have this torture anymore. Sometimes I wish I wasn't even human. Then, I don't have to feel this…these emotions!
Rebecca watched as Yugi and the others approached the other her, the past her. This is all the past now, Rebecca thought. It was the present once, but the present becomes the past.
"Then I don't want to be human anymore!"
Rebecca clenched her fists at her side as her eyes shut tightly. I can't-, no, I can. She forced her eyes open as she watched herself run away from Yami, Tea, Joey and Serenity. Then she stared down at herself. The black dress was stained with mud and blood. Her skin looked much paler and her hands were stained with blood. "Too much, is too much." She snarled gritting her teeth. She started after the disappearing form of the past her. "I'm going to get through this!" With that said, she rushed forward, not caring about the screaming pain on her leg nor the cold harsh sting of the win.
Even if I'm going to end up dead at the end of this, I'm going through this! She vowed. What is there to be afraid of? I'm dead aren't I? Nobody even knew I existed!
She found herself just about to tear apart the picture. She did little as she watched herself tore the picture apart until the last piece was herself. Bending down, Rebecca examined the picture. Slowly, as if building a puzzle, she first brought her piece of picture together with her grandpa's. Then, she pulled her mother and father close. "We're still one family right?" She asked them softly. "I mean it won't matter that you're all dead. I'm going to be with you all. Don't you want me to do that?" Rebecca held the picture against her chest. "Mom…dad…grandpa…. Will you wait for me?" Looking up, her eyes met the setting sun's flare. "Will you all be there waiting for me?"
"It'll be just like before, but better. You all and me, forever and ever. And there's no one to break us apart." Rebecca smiled at the idea and held the pictures tighter. But the reality of it all was cruel. The sound of glass exploded and Rebecca held the picture tighter as she found shards of glass digging into her palm.
"Get up and move on, Rebecca." She told herself sadly as she laid the puzzle-picture down on the rough, dirt floor. All of it was gone as she found herself in the same endless dark void. Taking a deep breath, she reached for the door's handle. She paused as she studied the last metal door. The chains that had sealed it broke apart. Rebecca turned back at the present-, now the past. "Time for the future." She said softly. And she yanked open the heavy metal door with all her might.
End Notes: End of chapter 3. What will happen in chapter 4 will shock you all, guaranteed. I hope you all enjoyed the story so far as it continues to be played out.
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