Gone
Silently Broken
Disclaimer: Don't own yugioh
An old thing I found in the back of my Microsoft Word. I need Inspiration. T.T I need to kill some character. Pooh. No inspiration.
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I dream. Its strange, more like a memory. I'm washing my hands, over and over again. The red blood is staining my hands! It won't come off! I scrub and scrub with a rough sponge until my blood from my hands mingles with the blood staining it. And the other white haired boy just watches and laughs. He always laughs, but then he stops and sleeps. His hair is red too. Everything turns red, then black, and I scream and scream and scream, until I wake up and a strange man gives me a shot. Then I fall sleep again.
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