Evil harRy: woo, chapter four go me. chapter four, hope you all like it.
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Chapter 4 Unwell
(Bakura's P.O.V)
One week later
All day staring at the ceiling,
Making friends with shadows on my wall.
I was had been laying on my bed for the last three hours now. Well, not my bed. It was more Ryuo's bed than mine. I hadn't moved an inch, not even to answer the phone, that had rang eight times now. I was staring at the wall; which had shadows cast over it, from the window across the room. In the window hung many letters and origami shapes.
I heard the familiar beep of the answering machine as the person calling started their message. It was one of Ryuo's little annoying friends. I didn't bother to listen to the message, because I really didn't care right now.
I had very few thoughts running through my mind at the moment. Usually my mind was always spinning about with countless ideas and plans. But tonight, as every other night this week, it was to quiet.
All night hearing voices telling me,
That I should get some sleep,
Because tomorrow might be good for something.
Hours had past and the shadows that were on the wall faded into darkness. My mind was still lingering on the few thoughts that ran through it. I felt my mind telling me that I should sleep, to close my eyes and return to the emptiness of my dream world. No, I do not think it a dream world, but a world of nightmares. Slowly I stopped thinking these thoughts altogether and just stared into the chilling darkness.
Then I thought of something new. Maybe, I had felt empty all this week, because of someone missing in my life. When Ryuo was near, my nightmare world wasn't as dark and uninviting. Was I slipping into a dark pit of loneliness? Maybe, I was simple just breaking down.
Hold on,
Feeling like I'm headed for a breakdown,
And I don't know why.
I pondered on this for a while longer, and then I laughed at myself. The tomb robber, had finally lost his marbles? Had I lost what sanity I had left? No, I didn't think so. I wasn't crazy, just unwell? Hmm, yes unwell sounded a bit better.
I don't know when my world of nightmares claimed me, but it had that night. And I wish that it hadn't.
Bakura's wonderful and terrible nightmare world
I walked along the black unseen path to whatever fait I had this night. In my nightmare world, my feet always walked along the right path to horror and despair. I never ran from these horrors of my mind; I never could. I didn't think myself brave for facing them, nor stupid ether.
I now walked in a dark city, but it was fused with a forest somehow. Trees where among the buildings, trees of all kinds. And some were even fused with the building themselves. The canopies of the trees kept out any light that might have shone down onto the paved streets. Though I doubted that above the trees, light was shinning at all.
I don't remember how long I walked for, it seemed like an eternity. I just walked through my nightmare world, on and on, without stopping. There was no one around in this city. I was alone. Until a bitter cold gust of wind whipped about me, causing me to shield my eyes with my hands and arms.
When the wind had stopped I let my arms fall from where they protected my face. The once empty streets were filled with people, many people, with men, women and children. They walked along, each on their own way. Not one person looked or even gave me a glance, not one. Though, often they would push past me, causing me to trip or stumble. I would turn to grab or curse at the person, to find that they vanished into the crowd.
How odd I found it, that even though there were many people around me I felt so alone. Why? I didn't understand at that time. I struggled through the crowd thinking of this. Why? Why do I feel this when there are hundreds of people around me? I didn't understand, I couldn't contemplate the meaning of this feeling.
I soon found myself walking along the platform in a sky train station. I didn't know how I had gotten there, for it didn't feel that I walked very far in the crowd. A train had pulled into the station and the crowd washed into it, pulling me along. The doors closed and the train speed out of the station. There were no seats so I had to stand.
I think I had started talking out loud because people on the train started staring at me funny. And I looked away from, out the window. It was silent, except for the noise of the train it's self.
I'm talking to myself in public,
Dodging glances on the train.
There were two women sitting on the opposite side of the train, they whispered to each other. I couldn't really hear what they said, but I knew what, or should I say who, they talked about. They talked of me. Then more whispers arouse from the crowd, and soon I could hear them all, yet never knew exactly what they said.
And I know, I know they've all been talking about me,
I can hear them whisper.
Then the whispers became normal talk and the talking became louder and louder. And still I could never hear what anyone said about me. I covered my ears trying to block out words that I couldn't even hear.
I never cared what other people thought of me. I never had before; they could think what they wanted. I was myself and nothing else. I could only be me. How could it be wrong to be me? Someone ... someone told me once before just to be myself.
"But being who you are is wrong." I heard one of the other passengers of the train say. "You're not being yourself."
No, I didn't understand what that person said. I was only ever myself, no one else. What was wrong with me?
And it makes me think there must be something wrong with me.
"No!" I yelled at the crowd, who seemed not to notice my outburst and continued as they were, "Nothing is wrong with who am! I'm fine the way I am! I'm perfectly fine being me!" I yelled and still it went unnoticed.
I couldn't stand it anymore. I couldn't, why were they saying this? I wanted out, out of this stupid train. I turned my back on all of them, I leaned my head on the window.
Breath in Bakura, ... breath out.
Maybe I have lost it. My sanity? Where... has it gone. It's like, someone has ... taken a piece of me away. I feel, not quite whole.
"It was for the best." The unseen voice seemed to whisper right in my eat. No, ..how could it be, for the best; if it's not best for me? I'm not sure if I believe that my sanity has disappeared. Who can tell, ...if it really has?
Out of all the hours thinking,
Somehow I've lost my mind.
The End of Bakura's wonderful and terrible nightmare
I wasn't sure when my dream or nightmarish world had let me go. It seemed that I rode forever on that over packed train. The unseen voice whispered to me of all my wrongs, of how it had said before that this was, 'for the best'. And feeling alone, in that filled car.
But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell,
I know right now you can't tell
But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell,
I know right now you can't tell.
...Who's the crazy one?
Evil Harry: Well, that was chapter three! Thank you for reading and please review!