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Pressed Buttons

By: xx Jessica Malfoy xx


"It's all your fault."

"How can anymore be so hateful?"

"You made him do this."

"How can you live with yourself?"

Over and over again, for the past week, I had heard those sentences thrown at me. When I walked down the street, their glares of anger and pure hatred were at my back, as they thought I didn't know or see. I was beginning to get pissed off. Those so called "Friends" of his, ha! I doubt he could call them that. They obviously don't know anything. Nothing about him, and they were supposed to be close friends.

I'm tired of those idiots. Obviously, they blamed me. I suppose it would make the most sense to them. I came, and he got worse. Quieter, more paranoid, more depressed. After awhile, it was easy to see, his mind was somewhere else, for he began not to hide it well.

Not that I didn't know.

I knew the very moment he put on the millennium ring. I knew the very second this boy wasn't like the normal ones. I knew everything, and I hadn't even talked to him yet. He just had this atmosphere around him that gave you this odd feeling. That something wasn't right. It made me wonder, about those friends. Couldn't they sense something like this?

Ryou was just as depressed before I came along. Just as hopeless, just as lost. Those cuts on his arm were already there.

Of course his friends don't believe so. But what do they know? Nothing. Where were they when he brought that razor to his arm? Where were they when he began to tie the sheet he used to hang himself with? Nowhere.

I was there though.

I saw through his eyes as he cut himself. As he cried, and as he prayed for the Gods to end his life, everything he did and thought, I knew.

It was easy to see he was in pain. I knew that pain. Despite how I disliked him, I was like him. I knew what he was going through. I felt the same.

The past weeks he had been getting worse. I knew he was suffering. More and more as each day went by. He was lifeless, feeling nothing but sadness. He was already dead in my eyes. I knew very well he was just waiting for an excuse. Just waiting for it.

So I gave him one.

I told him home pathetic he was. I told him he was weak, he was a nothing, and that no one cared about him. Through my yelling, I knew very well I wasn't telling him anything new. He knew that himself.

I only did what he was waiting for.

What he wanted.

I pressed his buttons.

I gave him an excuse.

What everyone else knew, but wouldn't say, I told him.

So, perhaps I do have a part in his death. Perhaps. But I gave him the only thing he ever wanted, an excused, and he used it. I didn't force him to. He did it on his own.

I hate that he's gone, I feel like I've lost a part of myself. But, I knew I couldn't have helped him. I was slowly going through what he was, just not that far in. I don't think anyone could have. He was already dead.

He's gone forever. Once again, I'm alone. I'm just like him, all alone, and nobody cares. I have nothing like him. I'm just as lifeless, and pathetic. All I can do is sit here and wait.

I'm not that strong.

I need what he needed.

An excuse.

Some to press my buttons.

End.


AN: So there's my sad little one-shot. I hope you guys liked it!

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