Self Destruct
By Katia-chan
A/N: Still trying to recover from the writer's block that has me gripped tight. It sort of sucks, I have so much I need to update! So sorry to those who are now furious. It's 7 in the morning...I should be sleeping! I'm on spring break! And this is just a little weird. I haven't decided yet if it will be a chapter story or one shot. I'll have to see how it ends. Love you all!
Disclaimer: to tired, come up with your own damn disclaimer.
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'Come and join us, you're so close, don't leave now, you know you want us, need us, want to join us and be like us,' darkness, it was all he could see, all he could touch or know. They rang in his ears, ricocheting around his mind, taking over his very being. 'enter in with us and be like us and know our secrets, we know yours, we know you are alone, we will claim you, we will have you' their icy fingers gripped his body, squeezing him. In a place somewhere far distant he could feel sweat pouring down his body, but that wasn't important right now. They wanted him.
"NO! leave me alone!" he screamed for what seemed like the thousandth time, but his throat, his raw red throat couldn't yell loud enough to make them listen, make them go away.
'Come to us, be one with us, like us, in us, we have you and escape is futile'
"No!" he fought desperately, like a condemned man, to get away, to run. He forced through the fog in his mind, forced his frozen body to move, and grab the knife on the table.
'Stay with us, know our secrets because we know all of you, know your fears and horrors, know your delights'
"No!!" he screamed, gashing the knife across his upper arm.
As their voices faded his mind was returned to his body with a jolt. He found himself lying on the floor, his body knotted into a little ball. He flopped onto his back, his sweaty body shivering in the chills that racked him. His clenched jaws ached and his tight shaking muscles quivered with the strain of staying together, and not shattering. He pried his tightly shut eyes open and looked at the cut. It was deeper then last time, but he knew why, they had been more insistent, more urgent, and he had been more afraid, afraid they would finally take him. He sighed and allowed his body to relax, and then remembered that Bakura would be home soon. He would have to clean this up and get back to normal. Normal, was he? Was it normal to see things and hear voices? He didn't know.
Stumbling to his feet he had to lean against the wall to keep from falling again.
'Come' he heard the tiny whisper and only sheer will kept him on his feet and silent. He grabbed the knife again and sliced viciously right below the first cut. The voices that had been escalating went away.
What did they want from him? He couldn't sleep much now, for they were waiting inside his dreams, waiting to catch him, and if Bakura was home there was no way to get rid of them, he couldn't cut himself, couldn't use the sharp pain to jolt himself out of his prison, but he found ways, if Bakura was home he simply found something sharp to run into, or the stove to burn himself on, it always looked like an accident. If Bakura knew about the trances, the purposeful pain, he didn't show it.
The voices would come, and only the plunging of a knife into his hands or arms could free him, only blood could bring him back to reality, and he hated it.
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A/N: Well, good news! This won't be a one shot! I hope you all are enjoying, and I should hopefully be able to update it soon.
Reviews or flames would be appreciated!
TTFN
Katia-chan
By Katia-chan
A/N: Still trying to recover from the writer's block that has me gripped tight. It sort of sucks, I have so much I need to update! So sorry to those who are now furious. It's 7 in the morning...I should be sleeping! I'm on spring break! And this is just a little weird. I haven't decided yet if it will be a chapter story or one shot. I'll have to see how it ends. Love you all!
Disclaimer: to tired, come up with your own damn disclaimer.
()()()()()()(()())()
'Come and join us, you're so close, don't leave now, you know you want us, need us, want to join us and be like us,' darkness, it was all he could see, all he could touch or know. They rang in his ears, ricocheting around his mind, taking over his very being. 'enter in with us and be like us and know our secrets, we know yours, we know you are alone, we will claim you, we will have you' their icy fingers gripped his body, squeezing him. In a place somewhere far distant he could feel sweat pouring down his body, but that wasn't important right now. They wanted him.
"NO! leave me alone!" he screamed for what seemed like the thousandth time, but his throat, his raw red throat couldn't yell loud enough to make them listen, make them go away.
'Come to us, be one with us, like us, in us, we have you and escape is futile'
"No!" he fought desperately, like a condemned man, to get away, to run. He forced through the fog in his mind, forced his frozen body to move, and grab the knife on the table.
'Stay with us, know our secrets because we know all of you, know your fears and horrors, know your delights'
"No!!" he screamed, gashing the knife across his upper arm.
As their voices faded his mind was returned to his body with a jolt. He found himself lying on the floor, his body knotted into a little ball. He flopped onto his back, his sweaty body shivering in the chills that racked him. His clenched jaws ached and his tight shaking muscles quivered with the strain of staying together, and not shattering. He pried his tightly shut eyes open and looked at the cut. It was deeper then last time, but he knew why, they had been more insistent, more urgent, and he had been more afraid, afraid they would finally take him. He sighed and allowed his body to relax, and then remembered that Bakura would be home soon. He would have to clean this up and get back to normal. Normal, was he? Was it normal to see things and hear voices? He didn't know.
Stumbling to his feet he had to lean against the wall to keep from falling again.
'Come' he heard the tiny whisper and only sheer will kept him on his feet and silent. He grabbed the knife again and sliced viciously right below the first cut. The voices that had been escalating went away.
What did they want from him? He couldn't sleep much now, for they were waiting inside his dreams, waiting to catch him, and if Bakura was home there was no way to get rid of them, he couldn't cut himself, couldn't use the sharp pain to jolt himself out of his prison, but he found ways, if Bakura was home he simply found something sharp to run into, or the stove to burn himself on, it always looked like an accident. If Bakura knew about the trances, the purposeful pain, he didn't show it.
The voices would come, and only the plunging of a knife into his hands or arms could free him, only blood could bring him back to reality, and he hated it.
()()()()()()()()()()
A/N: Well, good news! This won't be a one shot! I hope you all are enjoying, and I should hopefully be able to update it soon.
Reviews or flames would be appreciated!
TTFN
Katia-chan