Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! I so do not own Ozzy Osborne's "Dreamer." It is a perfect song to listen to while reading this! I do own Crescent, her parents, her doctor, her father's car, her friends, Tommy, and her cat! (you get the point)
Notes: Ryou was added in a minute, so I centered this chapter around Crescent! Don't kill me!! And, I just got back . . . my arms ache!!!!
Chapter 5: Japan?
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Hello. My name is Gary Morgan. I am your physician," he explained to me as is laid down uncomfortably on a stiff, plain hospital bed.
I cannot believe my own father ran over me with his truck! As if he cared, he just kept going! The yelling I heard was my mother yelling after him. Like she cared.
"You have a very badly shattered arm and a sprained leg and ankle. You also had a slight broken nose, but that was fixed already. Your legs should heal in two weeks, but your arm needs bone marrow and several other operations not offered in this city's hospital," he explained to me, each word making me laugh. Why couldn't he have just killed me? it would have been easier to bury me in a hole than to fly me somewhere to have idiot people with instruments cut me up then sew me back for a ton of money!
"So. . ." I trailed off, wondering what he would say.
"You need to be transferred to Japan, their doctors are the best with children of your age," he replied, checking something on the tattered clipboard he was holding, "we can still save your arm."
SAVE MY ARM?! This was a matter of losing an appendage? This can't get worse. How will my dumb mother pay for a trip to Japan?! Gr. . .
"Your mother left us two dollars, fifty cents, a gum wrapper, a paper clip, and something I can't mention. Her instructions were to give you as much care as those items could buy you. Then, she left. We haven't heard from her since," he continued, handing her all the items that weren't money. Great, now I was on my own.
"Is there any way for you to give me the operation, and anything needed, and I shall work to pay you back? Kind of like a loan?" I ask, after all my future, as cruddy as it will be, doesn't need to have only one arm!
"We cannot offer anything to those under eighteen," he countered, beginning an argument. An argument he got.
After a while, "fine you can pay us back, just don't mock me anymore!" he whined. I could feel bad for him, if I didn't already need the entire bottle of aspirin, plus Tylenol.
/Gazing through the window at the world outside/
Geeze, I'm pathetic, I mean I took all those painkillers, but it still is bugging me. dumb mattress. Woa, the sun is just setting, I have never actually watched it. I was always too busy getting in trouble. Those are such ironic colors. Purple for my bruises, red for my blood, orange for the goodbye color of the truck, and yellow for the moronic doctor's hair. Ha! He though he could outwit me!
/Wondering will mother earth survive/
how will the world live on? I mean, my problems seem to be magnified, but only when I am not dreaming. This city, so complicated, like a labyrinth. I wonder what used to be here? Trees? animals? Whatever, they are all dead now, soon I will be too. Wait, what about Moon!? My poor kittie!!
/Hoping that mankind will stop abusing her sometime/
What are they doing? Those doctors? They just prolong life. If mother nature wanted us to die, she'd kill us with her eighty tree branches! After all, we killed parts of her off.
/After all there's only just the two of us/
Ryou! The boy with the poems. He seems nice, but then again, who knows? I don't know him at all. He is just a person with a big dream contained with writing poetry. It seems like he has similar troubles to me. I mean, my parents fight ignore me, and sometimes beat me, but would someone else have it the same? Worse?
/And here we are still fighting for our lives/
how much money will my operation cost? Thousands? I am in too deep. I'd rather lose an arm than die. . . why did I change my mind? I would give anything to meet Ryou, but what if he is connote and not empathetic?
/Watching all of history repeat itself/
I had a friend once. It was preschool and life was simpler. My parents still fought, but I didn't want to notice. A time when I was naïve to everything else. His name was Tommy, and he liked me for me. we played and had fun until one day he notice I had a bruise on my cheek (from my father, no doubt). He just ignore me, and eventually became my enemy. I wish I could go back and change it. I need a friend. I hope Ryou won't be like that. I can email him, so we won't meet face to face, and he won't see covered in plaster!
/Time after time/
Tommy, he grew up to become a victim of me. poor him, his locker got stuffed with sand, his books drenched with lemon soda, and his feet glued to the floor. All of this I did, but why? I guess I make true enemies, no matter what.
/I'm just a dreamer/
I can dream, though. A prince in shining amour will come save me from this, and I will ride off into the sunset in his car.
/I dream my life away/
I just realized something, I'd rather stay in my dream world, with princess and fairies, than snap back to reality, with doctors and parents, and haters, and suck-ups, and evil.
/I'm just a dreamer/
yea, me a dreamer.
/Who dreams of better days/
maybe it won't be so bad. I'll go through the operation and get better and pay them back. Then, I'll be in Japan and can start a new life!!
/I watch the sun go down like everyone of us/
that sun, blackness engulfs all those gorgeous, vibrant colors. Just. Like. Me. I had such a wonderful life and opportunity awaiting me when I was born. Mom, dad, school, people. They all messed me up. All that black evil and darkness engulfed my soul. Engulfed it and swallowed it whole, no p[art exposed to the outside.
/I'm hoping that the dawn will bring a sign/
maybe tomorrow will be better.
/A better place for those Who will come after us .../
I think I'll turn on the radio. Oh, Ozzy Osborne. A cool fellow.
/This time/
I think this song is called dreamer. Suites the moment.
/I'm just a dreamer/
/I dream my life away oh yeah/
/I'm just a dreamer/
/Who dreams of better days/
/Your higher power may be God or Jesus Christ/
/It doesn't really matter much to me/
/Without each others help there ain't no hope for us/
/I'm living in a dream of fantasy, Oh yeah, yeah, yeah/
/If only we could all just find serenity/
/It would be nice if we could live as one/
/When will all this anger, hate and biggotry .../
/Be gone?/
/I'm just a dreamer/
/I dream my life away/
/Today/
/I'm just a dreamer/
/Who dreams of better days/
/Okay/
/I'm just a dreamer/
/Who's searching for the way/
/Today/
/I'm just a dreamer/
/Dreaming my life away, Oh yeah, yeah, yeah/
ow, my arm! I hate accidents that were on purpose! I hope those Japanese doctors can fix this!
!!!!!!!!!!!Ryou
Yugi's would be a bad idea now. His Yami would sense fear or something.
Please Review!
Notes: Ryou was added in a minute, so I centered this chapter around Crescent! Don't kill me!! And, I just got back . . . my arms ache!!!!
Chapter 5: Japan?
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Hello. My name is Gary Morgan. I am your physician," he explained to me as is laid down uncomfortably on a stiff, plain hospital bed.
I cannot believe my own father ran over me with his truck! As if he cared, he just kept going! The yelling I heard was my mother yelling after him. Like she cared.
"You have a very badly shattered arm and a sprained leg and ankle. You also had a slight broken nose, but that was fixed already. Your legs should heal in two weeks, but your arm needs bone marrow and several other operations not offered in this city's hospital," he explained to me, each word making me laugh. Why couldn't he have just killed me? it would have been easier to bury me in a hole than to fly me somewhere to have idiot people with instruments cut me up then sew me back for a ton of money!
"So. . ." I trailed off, wondering what he would say.
"You need to be transferred to Japan, their doctors are the best with children of your age," he replied, checking something on the tattered clipboard he was holding, "we can still save your arm."
SAVE MY ARM?! This was a matter of losing an appendage? This can't get worse. How will my dumb mother pay for a trip to Japan?! Gr. . .
"Your mother left us two dollars, fifty cents, a gum wrapper, a paper clip, and something I can't mention. Her instructions were to give you as much care as those items could buy you. Then, she left. We haven't heard from her since," he continued, handing her all the items that weren't money. Great, now I was on my own.
"Is there any way for you to give me the operation, and anything needed, and I shall work to pay you back? Kind of like a loan?" I ask, after all my future, as cruddy as it will be, doesn't need to have only one arm!
"We cannot offer anything to those under eighteen," he countered, beginning an argument. An argument he got.
After a while, "fine you can pay us back, just don't mock me anymore!" he whined. I could feel bad for him, if I didn't already need the entire bottle of aspirin, plus Tylenol.
/Gazing through the window at the world outside/
Geeze, I'm pathetic, I mean I took all those painkillers, but it still is bugging me. dumb mattress. Woa, the sun is just setting, I have never actually watched it. I was always too busy getting in trouble. Those are such ironic colors. Purple for my bruises, red for my blood, orange for the goodbye color of the truck, and yellow for the moronic doctor's hair. Ha! He though he could outwit me!
/Wondering will mother earth survive/
how will the world live on? I mean, my problems seem to be magnified, but only when I am not dreaming. This city, so complicated, like a labyrinth. I wonder what used to be here? Trees? animals? Whatever, they are all dead now, soon I will be too. Wait, what about Moon!? My poor kittie!!
/Hoping that mankind will stop abusing her sometime/
What are they doing? Those doctors? They just prolong life. If mother nature wanted us to die, she'd kill us with her eighty tree branches! After all, we killed parts of her off.
/After all there's only just the two of us/
Ryou! The boy with the poems. He seems nice, but then again, who knows? I don't know him at all. He is just a person with a big dream contained with writing poetry. It seems like he has similar troubles to me. I mean, my parents fight ignore me, and sometimes beat me, but would someone else have it the same? Worse?
/And here we are still fighting for our lives/
how much money will my operation cost? Thousands? I am in too deep. I'd rather lose an arm than die. . . why did I change my mind? I would give anything to meet Ryou, but what if he is connote and not empathetic?
/Watching all of history repeat itself/
I had a friend once. It was preschool and life was simpler. My parents still fought, but I didn't want to notice. A time when I was naïve to everything else. His name was Tommy, and he liked me for me. we played and had fun until one day he notice I had a bruise on my cheek (from my father, no doubt). He just ignore me, and eventually became my enemy. I wish I could go back and change it. I need a friend. I hope Ryou won't be like that. I can email him, so we won't meet face to face, and he won't see covered in plaster!
/Time after time/
Tommy, he grew up to become a victim of me. poor him, his locker got stuffed with sand, his books drenched with lemon soda, and his feet glued to the floor. All of this I did, but why? I guess I make true enemies, no matter what.
/I'm just a dreamer/
I can dream, though. A prince in shining amour will come save me from this, and I will ride off into the sunset in his car.
/I dream my life away/
I just realized something, I'd rather stay in my dream world, with princess and fairies, than snap back to reality, with doctors and parents, and haters, and suck-ups, and evil.
/I'm just a dreamer/
yea, me a dreamer.
/Who dreams of better days/
maybe it won't be so bad. I'll go through the operation and get better and pay them back. Then, I'll be in Japan and can start a new life!!
/I watch the sun go down like everyone of us/
that sun, blackness engulfs all those gorgeous, vibrant colors. Just. Like. Me. I had such a wonderful life and opportunity awaiting me when I was born. Mom, dad, school, people. They all messed me up. All that black evil and darkness engulfed my soul. Engulfed it and swallowed it whole, no p[art exposed to the outside.
/I'm hoping that the dawn will bring a sign/
maybe tomorrow will be better.
/A better place for those Who will come after us .../
I think I'll turn on the radio. Oh, Ozzy Osborne. A cool fellow.
/This time/
I think this song is called dreamer. Suites the moment.
/I'm just a dreamer/
/I dream my life away oh yeah/
/I'm just a dreamer/
/Who dreams of better days/
/Your higher power may be God or Jesus Christ/
/It doesn't really matter much to me/
/Without each others help there ain't no hope for us/
/I'm living in a dream of fantasy, Oh yeah, yeah, yeah/
/If only we could all just find serenity/
/It would be nice if we could live as one/
/When will all this anger, hate and biggotry .../
/Be gone?/
/I'm just a dreamer/
/I dream my life away/
/Today/
/I'm just a dreamer/
/Who dreams of better days/
/Okay/
/I'm just a dreamer/
/Who's searching for the way/
/Today/
/I'm just a dreamer/
/Dreaming my life away, Oh yeah, yeah, yeah/
ow, my arm! I hate accidents that were on purpose! I hope those Japanese doctors can fix this!
!!!!!!!!!!!Ryou
Yugi's would be a bad idea now. His Yami would sense fear or something.
Please Review!