Everything was black, but I could hear voices.
"So he's been transferred to the suicide ward?"
"Yes, He's banded down and drugged."
"What will you tell his roommate?"
"The truth, obviously"
"Are you sure that's wise?"
"If we lie, He will know"
"Good point."
I opened my eyes and everything was very fuzzy. I saw three doctors. They were sipping coffee and talking. I tried to say something, but my voice was to weak.
So they transferred Malik.
I should be happy. I should be glad that that abomination is gone.
But I'm not.
Damnnit.
I saw the doctors turn and look at me. They knew I was awake.
"Well Bakura. Your roommate was transferred to a new room." He said and gave me his best smile.
I responded by turning in my bed.
They obviously realized I was a lost cause and left the room. I could slowly feel the fog lifting from my conscience. When I felt like I could stand without falling, I stood up. It had changed from early afternoon to early night. I could see the city operating through my window. Seeing the lights made me feel even more confined.
I slowly walked out of the room and stood in the hallway. They nurses swerved to avoid me. Truthfully I should not have this much freedom. I should be confined to my room.
I slowly walked down the hallway. I made a right and I saw the sign I had been looking for:
Suicide Ward.
Suddenly the memories of the girl jumping out the window and I dropped to my knees.
"No make it stop"
Make it stop! Make it stop. I screamed and gripped the floor. Doctors ran over, but I pushed them out of the way. I limped over to the door. I saw a lady crying in the girls bed. She screamed in agony and threw a piece of paper across the room. I carefully picked it up.
Dear Mom,
I'm sorry. I don't want to be here anymore
Sincerely
Alice.
So that was her name. Alice. An individual who may never be recognized and no one will no about her leaving society. Its so sad. That people leave this earth, but no one takes the time to recognize them. I started walking again and I reached another door. I saw his name above the door.
Malik Ishtar.
What I saw horrified me.
What I saw was not the smart mouthed Malik who had a tan that made people jealous.
He was lying in bed, strapped down. His eyes were half open, but they held no emotion. I walked inside and sat next to him. I saw his eyes shift. I could see his mouth try to form, but it was to weak.
I looked at him for a long time. Just staring at what he had become. I slowly reached for his sleeve. I rolled it up and I saw what I was expecting. Scars up and down his arm. I rubbed my fingers over them and I suddenly dropped my hands.
His hair was stringy and he had almost no color in his face. These details became apparent to me. It was so wrong. I started to cry again. The screams ripped from my soul and the tears were my blood.
And that's all I remember.
They told me I ripped at Maliks restraints.
And screamed so loud it woke people up.
They say the floor was soaked from my tears.
They say I scratched my arms.
But I don't remember that.
Maliks frail body stands vividly in my mind.
Every day they come and try to counsel me. I have not talked to them.
They tell me Malik was unbalanced and he needed to be here.
They told me that I could be released if I would just talk.
I can't leave until I find out about Malik.
A doctor came in with a tray of food, but I turned away. I know they want to hook me up to an I.v since I wont eat. I tried to eat, but when I did I started throwing up. I cant hold anything in my stomach. I haven't left my room in a week.
The days pass, but I don't notice them as much as before. I stopped keeping track of them. Mostly I sleep.
Oh great a doctor walked in. He checked around a bit and put his clipboard on the table. After checking some more he left. With out the clipboard. I grabbed it off the table and immeaditly started flipping through.
Come on where are Maliks reports.
I found them!
May 1st
Not responding to treatment.
May 2nd
Very quiet and not accepting food. Hooked up to the i.v
May 3rd
Ripped I.v out of arm and threw across room
So that's it. He's lost it.
Or then again maybe her never had it.
I finally realized something. I only knew Malik for a few hours.
I felt like something binded us though.
Like there was an unseen connection.
Or maybe I'm just crazy.
Well. Its true I am crazy. I stood and pulled the i.v out of my arm. I wombled a bit when I stood up, but I started walking again. I have to see him. Even if its for the last time.
I reached his room.
He was sitting on the windowsill.
I walked up to him. And he turned to me. His face looked a little fuller. His purple eyes were filled with confusion.
"Who are you?" He asked. It was not the voice of the smart mouthed teenager I met those days ago. It was the voice a child who lost his mom in a sea of people.
"I'm Bakura! Don't you remember me! I was there when you cut yourself. I was there whent hey took you out of my room!" I yelled. He had to remember me.
"No your not real!" He screamed
"What...did..you..say?" I asked. This could not be happening.
"She said your not real! She said I'de never see you!" He screamed and gripped his head. His whole body was shaking.
I felt strong arms around my arms and they pulled me out of the room.
"No! Malik! I'm your friend!" I screamed.
They grabbed him and forced him in to his bed.
Malik!
MALIK!!!!!!!!
------- Dark Rei: I know my chapters are short, but I'm going to update very often. And now on to my review Thank you's! You all get Bakura plushies ^_______^
Rishai Bakura: I will update as much as I can!!!
Maruken: I'm glad you like my story. I also love stories like this ^_^
Hikaru: Thank you! I will continue ^__^
Princess Krystal01: Thank you, I'm glad you like it.
Ryou Bakura Obsessor: I obsess over him to ^_^ I'm glad you like it.
I'm sorry if I missed you! Remember review to keep me going ^_____^
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"So he's been transferred to the suicide ward?"
"Yes, He's banded down and drugged."
"What will you tell his roommate?"
"The truth, obviously"
"Are you sure that's wise?"
"If we lie, He will know"
"Good point."
I opened my eyes and everything was very fuzzy. I saw three doctors. They were sipping coffee and talking. I tried to say something, but my voice was to weak.
So they transferred Malik.
I should be happy. I should be glad that that abomination is gone.
But I'm not.
Damnnit.
I saw the doctors turn and look at me. They knew I was awake.
"Well Bakura. Your roommate was transferred to a new room." He said and gave me his best smile.
I responded by turning in my bed.
They obviously realized I was a lost cause and left the room. I could slowly feel the fog lifting from my conscience. When I felt like I could stand without falling, I stood up. It had changed from early afternoon to early night. I could see the city operating through my window. Seeing the lights made me feel even more confined.
I slowly walked out of the room and stood in the hallway. They nurses swerved to avoid me. Truthfully I should not have this much freedom. I should be confined to my room.
I slowly walked down the hallway. I made a right and I saw the sign I had been looking for:
Suicide Ward.
Suddenly the memories of the girl jumping out the window and I dropped to my knees.
"No make it stop"
Make it stop! Make it stop. I screamed and gripped the floor. Doctors ran over, but I pushed them out of the way. I limped over to the door. I saw a lady crying in the girls bed. She screamed in agony and threw a piece of paper across the room. I carefully picked it up.
Dear Mom,
I'm sorry. I don't want to be here anymore
Sincerely
Alice.
So that was her name. Alice. An individual who may never be recognized and no one will no about her leaving society. Its so sad. That people leave this earth, but no one takes the time to recognize them. I started walking again and I reached another door. I saw his name above the door.
Malik Ishtar.
What I saw horrified me.
What I saw was not the smart mouthed Malik who had a tan that made people jealous.
He was lying in bed, strapped down. His eyes were half open, but they held no emotion. I walked inside and sat next to him. I saw his eyes shift. I could see his mouth try to form, but it was to weak.
I looked at him for a long time. Just staring at what he had become. I slowly reached for his sleeve. I rolled it up and I saw what I was expecting. Scars up and down his arm. I rubbed my fingers over them and I suddenly dropped my hands.
His hair was stringy and he had almost no color in his face. These details became apparent to me. It was so wrong. I started to cry again. The screams ripped from my soul and the tears were my blood.
And that's all I remember.
They told me I ripped at Maliks restraints.
And screamed so loud it woke people up.
They say the floor was soaked from my tears.
They say I scratched my arms.
But I don't remember that.
Maliks frail body stands vividly in my mind.
Every day they come and try to counsel me. I have not talked to them.
They tell me Malik was unbalanced and he needed to be here.
They told me that I could be released if I would just talk.
I can't leave until I find out about Malik.
A doctor came in with a tray of food, but I turned away. I know they want to hook me up to an I.v since I wont eat. I tried to eat, but when I did I started throwing up. I cant hold anything in my stomach. I haven't left my room in a week.
The days pass, but I don't notice them as much as before. I stopped keeping track of them. Mostly I sleep.
Oh great a doctor walked in. He checked around a bit and put his clipboard on the table. After checking some more he left. With out the clipboard. I grabbed it off the table and immeaditly started flipping through.
Come on where are Maliks reports.
I found them!
May 1st
Not responding to treatment.
May 2nd
Very quiet and not accepting food. Hooked up to the i.v
May 3rd
Ripped I.v out of arm and threw across room
So that's it. He's lost it.
Or then again maybe her never had it.
I finally realized something. I only knew Malik for a few hours.
I felt like something binded us though.
Like there was an unseen connection.
Or maybe I'm just crazy.
Well. Its true I am crazy. I stood and pulled the i.v out of my arm. I wombled a bit when I stood up, but I started walking again. I have to see him. Even if its for the last time.
I reached his room.
He was sitting on the windowsill.
I walked up to him. And he turned to me. His face looked a little fuller. His purple eyes were filled with confusion.
"Who are you?" He asked. It was not the voice of the smart mouthed teenager I met those days ago. It was the voice a child who lost his mom in a sea of people.
"I'm Bakura! Don't you remember me! I was there when you cut yourself. I was there whent hey took you out of my room!" I yelled. He had to remember me.
"No your not real!" He screamed
"What...did..you..say?" I asked. This could not be happening.
"She said your not real! She said I'de never see you!" He screamed and gripped his head. His whole body was shaking.
I felt strong arms around my arms and they pulled me out of the room.
"No! Malik! I'm your friend!" I screamed.
They grabbed him and forced him in to his bed.
Malik!
MALIK!!!!!!!!
------- Dark Rei: I know my chapters are short, but I'm going to update very often. And now on to my review Thank you's! You all get Bakura plushies ^_______^
Rishai Bakura: I will update as much as I can!!!
Maruken: I'm glad you like my story. I also love stories like this ^_^
Hikaru: Thank you! I will continue ^__^
Princess Krystal01: Thank you, I'm glad you like it.
Ryou Bakura Obsessor: I obsess over him to ^_^ I'm glad you like it.
I'm sorry if I missed you! Remember review to keep me going ^_____^
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