Because of Yesterday

Chapter Two

"Alright, and I promise to stay alive as long as you need me." I remember the day I promised that to Mokuba… that was so long ago, he probably doesn't even remember. And besides, he made it clear that he didn't need me after our fight.

"What have you been doing!" I yelled at him. Mokuba was late for dinner for the sixth time that week. "It's my birthday! I thought at least today you would care enough to get home for dinner on time! Where have you been anyway!"

"Nowhere," he mumbled his eyes to the floor.

"Nowhere!" I yelled even louder, "I'm your big brother! How am I supposed to protect you if you're nowhere!"

"I was… at Yugi's." He sighed.

"On my birthday?" I said in stunned disbelief. "How could you betray me like that?"

"It's not betrayal to hang out with your friends!" He yelled back, "and I didn't mean to miss your birthday. It was an accident, I forgot!"

"Forgot? You forgot my birthday, to 'hang out' with my worst enemy and his friends." I said, angrily.

"Seto, I'm…"

"NO! There will be NO excuses! You are never to go within 50 yards of any of them ever again! If you do I'll…"

"Just 'cause you're a depressed FREAK who can't handle having friends, doesn't mean I have to be. I don't need to be friendless like you!"

"Then you don't need me anymore?" I asked.

"That's… That's right! I don't need you anymore!" He yelled across the room before stomping out.

After that, my depression got worse and worse, and my life became a downward spiral. At first I could work, but my thoughts kept drifting to how alone I felt, and how no one cared if I lived or died… but as I went on, my thoughts drifted more and more to that until that was all I could do. Think about dying, how no one cared, and why I was sitting here instead of getting a knife. But somehow, I managed to hold on… until now.

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I had the weapons set out on the table. Which would it be, the gun or the knife. Guns had always amused me. How they could take away so much, a person's life, with a small piece of metal. But then, it seemed too fast, too quick for me. I had caused suffering all my life, suffering to Mokuba, suffering to myself, suffering to everyone. Even that pathetic midget. But, yes, the knife seemed a better choice. Slow and painful… with plenty of blood. I turned it over in my hand as its blade glittered menacingly.

I took the knife and stared at it for a second. Such a beautiful thing to cause the death of the richest man alive. Yes, I was still the richest man alive, but I wouldn't be alive for much longer.

That second seemed like forever as I went over every moment of my life with my stepfather, all the reasons I deserved to have the blade plunged into my heart. I pulled it away, and then started to thrust it into my chest… then stopped. This was too good, too fast for me. I pulled up the sleeve of my shit and made a long, slender cut along my arm… I stared at it as the blood came out. At fist, it was just a slender red line along my arm… but then it started flowing out, more and more rapidly. As I was watching it, I felt something around my neck… my pendant. My bloodstained arm reached for it and, after struggling, managed to get it open. Mokuba was sitting there, staring at me. I wanted to go to him, to tell him that I was sorry, but by then my whole arm was covered in blood. I took it and smeared it all over my face. It burned in my eyes and tasted sour in my mouth, but I didn't care. This was the punishment I deserved. As even more blood flowed out, my vision began to blur, and everything seemed to fade. Nothing was real… I even thought I heard someone shouting my name. The last thing I remember… slipping peacefully into the dark.

Mokuba…