Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, or Ford Taurus. Otherwise I wouldn't have to take this underpaid newspaper-job. All of the other names are made up and are not meant to portray any living person.

Author's notes: Eight years of depression has leaded me to my first fic. If you flame me, I'll just laugh and keep writing. Try me.

Warning: Character deaths

Chapter One: Breaking

Don't. Look. Back.

The words gnawed inside her and she forced herself to run despite of the sick feeling in her stomach and the rain that kept pouring down, blocking her view. Struggling and tripping all the way, she finally made her way to the silver Ford Taurus. Water dripped down from her hair onto the light gray seats as she turned on the engine with the bloody key and stepped on the gas pedal. Cold rainwater mixed with tears as she made a left turn onto the highway and accelerated. 50 mph. 70 mph. 90 mph.

Not caring that she was driving way too fast, she continued in the same speed for another ten minutes until she saw the flashing of red and blue lights and heard the loud wailing of sirens.

At last she pulled the brakes. This didn't matter anyway. Nothing did matter anymore, we are all alone and then we die. Her heart calmed down, but hatred against the human kind, hatred against the ones she used to call friends, flooded to the surface as she heard the officer's voice.

"Put your hands on the steering wheel where I can see them and remain still. Can I please see your driving license?"

Of course, she didn't have a driving license, and the car wasn't even hers. But now that she has come this far, she can't allow anyone to stop her. Not now, after all she had been through. And especially not after she just broke away and found her freedom. Calmly and mechanically, she stepped out of the car.

"Hey, what are you doing? I thought that I told you to keep your hands on the steering wheel and stay in the car! Wait a second, what's the..."

She pulled out her gun from her pocket ever so casually, like the way she's done it so many times earlier today. Strangely enough, she felt an inner peace the moment the sound of a bullet being fired shattered the peaceful autumn air.

She stepped inside the car again. The car? It was her car now. She drove away, having no idea where she was heading. She was not in a hurry anyway. Her right hand reached to the car radio and automatically tuned into a hard-rock station. Perfect, this was her favorite song. She tapped her fingers on the dashboard.

And laughed.

The laughter died in her throat the moment she realized that this insane, cold sound was coming right out of her throat. She closed her eyes for barely a second, and when she opened them again she found out that she was at home.

Home? There was nowhere she could call home now. One place was the same as the other, there was no difference. This was just another meaningless structure with four walls and a roof made out of bricks.

She opened the door. A sweet, sickening smell of cinnamon came towards her. Screw her Mom's air freshener, how she suddenly hated it. She took the delicate glass-made bottle and held it up high.

And let go.

Seems that it took infinity for it to reach the floor. The lilac liquid inside poured out onto the white carpet as the clear glass shattered into a thousand pieces. She walked soundlessly into her room and didn't bother to clean it up.

As she walked into her room she realized that it was to childish and small. The pink wallpaper was now disgusting her, and don't even mention the porcelain dolls. The pictures of her "friends" glared down at her from all the walls.

She didn't even doubt one second, and ripped it all down, with a wicked smile on her lips. And broke down as she viewed the complete destruction that she has caused.

She lied on her bed as evening drifted into a dark, sleepless night.

I should have used a toxic marker as I drew that smiley face that was supposed to be our bond of friendship. So foolish that I was, I never did realize that they all despised me. All the friendship speeches were for their sake, and yet we all broke in the end. Just like those delicate vases Serenity used to have in her room, one second they are standing on the shelf in all their pride, and the other second they lay in shards on the floor, nothing more than worthless pieces of porcelain. But I tried. They ignored me, they should be blamed. I'll get my revenge for everything they've done to me, taking away the last droplets of self-awareness that I had. And I've already got a part of my revenge. They didn't even know what hit them before it was too late. See? I will rejoice in the end.

Fuck the friendship, now that I think about it. Only the weak need support from others. This time, I stand alone. Our friendship was an unbreakable thread until someone cut it.

And I did.

She woke up (well, she has been lying awake most of the time) and yawned. The few dreams she had were not the ones she'd love. Her "friends" were tormenting and taunting her in the dreams, as usual. It's just another school day in her life.

Yeah, everyone love Tea bashing, don't they? Poor, little foolish Tea and her friendship obsession. How nice.

She shook her head and cleared her mind of all thoughts. Today she'd just go to school, like nothing has ever happened. This was an ordinary Wednesday in Tea Gardner's life.

Of course, she couldn't go to school like this; her clothes were specked with blood from yesterday night. Her parents may notice. How ignorant they may seem, they are not that stupid. She'd have to take a shower and wash her hair. And change a license plate for that damn car.

Her parents were already sitting at the table when she walked into the dining room. Both were wearing newly ironed clothes and were drinking coffee. They looked up from the daily newspaper as she entered.

"Tea, dear, do you know anything about that car that is parked outside of our house?" her Mom asked. "It's been there since we came home from that dinner meeting yesterday."

Dear, dear Mother. She was a nosy and naïve woman, she must know everything about everyone. Here's one thing that she doesn't know, and that's what I did last night. Well, no one's alive to tell the tale from yesterday, anyway. There is so much that doesn't have a meaning anymore.

"Yeah, it's a girl in my school that owns that car. She gave me a ride home yesterday but when she came here she got some engine problems, so she borrowed my bike and left the car here instead. She's going to pick the car up anytime."

"And do you know that a cop was shot to death at a highway yesterday evening," her Dad said. "And that your friends, Joey and Tristan, have been reported missing since yesterday evening too? Weren't they supposed to meet you for something?"

"A cop was killed? That's horrible. And no, I don't know anything about Joey and Tristan. They were supposed to meet me for dinner yesterday, but they never showed up. I just thought that they've forgot or something. I am truly worried about them."

"I know that you are, Tea," her Mom smiled. "You've always been such a good and considerate friend."

Oh, if they'd ever know...lying comes to me so easily these days. Joey and Tristan was an easy target. Just one phone call about a new dinner place somewhere in the downtown streets was enough to convince them. Dark alleys were a perfect place. Of course, I led them into a dead end...and on a few seconds it was all over.

"Did any of you students know anything about Joey Wheeler and Tristan Taylor's whereabouts?" Her teacher asked the class. "They have been reported missing since today morning."

"No."

Her voice blended in with the others' voices into a chorus. Her face was a mask that she twisted into a look of complete innocence.

I'm getting good at this. Very good indeed.

"The world has come to this..." her teacher sighed. "I hope that there will be no more victims of disappearing here."

If you only knew...there will be many more victims, more than what you will ever imagine...

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