Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh.

A/N: Thank you for reviewing Angel in Disguise 8 and Dark Magician Girl / Hikaru. Sorry, but I can't indicate who the speaker is until the end of the story, so throw your guesses and in the end you will see if you're right or not.

Entry 1

One: glass breaking

Two: a yell

Three: a scream

Four: sister

Five: mother

Six: sobs

Seven: father

Eight: crashing

Nine: footsteps

Ten: smacking

Breaking, yelling, screaming, sister, mother, sobbing, father, crashing, footsteps, smacking

Breaking, screaming, sister, mother, sobbing, father, crashing, smacking

Breaking, screaming, mother, sobbing, father, smacking

Mother, sobbing, father, smacking

Mother, sobbing, father, smacking

Mother, father

Mother, father

Mother, father

I can't sleep. It's been three days now. They said I don't eat properly. They said I'm too energetic. They said I think too much. I never listen to them. I know what's wrong with me, but I can't help it. How long ago has it been? Weeks? Months? Years? Yes, yes, years. Ten to be exact. It's been so long but these memories keep swirling in my mind, threatening to take over my sanity.

Breaking, screaming, sobbing, smacking, mother, sister, father

I was only six back then, but I knew. Sister would always try to hide it from me. She pretended there was nothing wrong. She didn't realise, though, that I could hear it. Hear everything. When she tried to hide it, it just made the whole thing even worst. That fake smile she pasted on her face could fool nobody. Nobody.

She'd always force me to go to sleep early. Said it was good for my health. Every time she sang me a lullaby, it would always be a sad one. Long, slow, melancholy. A mother losing her daughter, a child growing up without parents, a father leaving his family to go fight a war. Her gentle eyes always brimmed with tears after she was finished. She had thought I had gone to sleep. But I never was. As I lay there with my eyes closed, she would run her fingers through my tresses and kiss my forehead softly.

"I have to protect you; there is no one else who can."

She'd always say that. Every night after the final note of her sad, enchanting song, she would say that. Why sister? Why? Protect me from what? But I already knew the answer. Sometimes, I just wanted to jump out of bed and embrace my sister tightly. I wanted to tell her she was not alone and that she didn't have to bear all the pain by herself. But I couldn't. How could I when all that time she thought I was asleep? She wanted to keep my mind innocent and oblivious to everything that went on. If there was any morsel of hope left, she believed it would lie in me. I couldn't tell her the truth.

I never did.

The false hope she kept in her mind sustained her. It gave her a reason to move forwards. Although her steps were slow and marred with uncertainty, she kept on moving forwards. For me. I could have never broken that hope.

Screaming, sobbing, smacking, mother, father

In a way, I had my own weighted burden to carry. Not only did I know what was going on, but I had to keep it from everyone. Including my sister. How difficult was it for her to forge that sweet smile on her face each day. How much she struggled to sustain that cheerful attitude. Now I felt what she felt.

But of course, that was ten years ago. My sister is gone now. Mother and father are gone as well. I am left alone to reflect on these haunting memories. The ones my family deeply embedded in my find. Sobbing, screaming, mother, father

The Andersen's. Hmm, the sixth? I think so. They treat me well enough. I should consider myself fortunate. I have a roof over my head, food, water and a place to sleep. I couldn't ask for more. At least that's what they always told me. I am lucky. I should be grateful. I have nothing to complain about. Words thrown into my mouth by other people. If I'm so lucky, than why should I feel this way? Why should I be moved from place to place not knowing where I would end up next?

No answer.

Of course there is no answer. My questions have always gone unanswered since the beginning when my sister feigned innocence with me about everything.

Sobbing, screaming, sobbing, screaming

I look at the window into the night sky from my window in the damp basement. The window is small and high up, but I can see many things through it. Each star in the sky represents the many miles I am away from home. The home I wish I grew to love and hate. The home I wish to erase from my memories forever yet embrace tightly into my heart. Where am I now?

I've been moved from place to place. Always travelling. People like travelling. I don't. I can't remember all the families I've been with or what really happened in all those places. All I could remember was feeling lonely and unwanted. They would always be so distant towards me. They never really welcomed me as part of their family. And I never felt I was. All the legal papers and documents stated that I was. But what's a bunch of ink on paper? It can't be much different from what I'm using to write here and now. Those things meant nothing.

And that's why I'm here.

So I was right. I was unwanted. By all of them. All five of those families discarded me like yesterday's newspaper and time and time again, I was moved. Now, I'm here. The sixth. Probably not the last, but here I stay, at least as far as I know anyways.

Nobody tells me anything.

Mother, father, mother, father

Staring out the window tonight, that's all I can do. Everyone is asleep now so they can't hear me. Amidst these never ending chain of thoughts going through my head, my mind drifts back to my sister. My kind-hearted, comforting sister.

Will you sing me another lullaby?

End Entry