EH: hey all! Well, this is chapter four! Woo hoo! Anyhow, hope you all like the story so far. And please keep reading and reviewing!

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Chapter 5 Here with me

(Bakura's P.O.V)

He left. He had left with out me even knowing. How could he? Why did he leave me? ... He left me all alone, by myself. I can't live by myself! I can't, I just can't!

I wonder how I've made it through there past three months without him. Why am I still here? ...I hardly get out of bed any longer. When I do it's only to eat, and I hardly do that anymore.

I didn't hear you leave,
I wonder how am I still here.

Nothing in the house has moved. Everything is as it was two months ago. The living room is still trashed, but I don't ever go in there now anyways. The holes in the wall are still there, and I haven't cleaned the mess in our room. Every article of clothing is exactly where it was on the first day I knew Ryou had left again.

And I don't want to move a thing,
It might change my memory.

I suppose that there are people who would laugh at me now, in this state that I am in. I try not and think about that, ...but how can I when only, he is on my mind?

And my nightmarish world still claims me almost every night now. The voice still whispers the same words. I can recall them so clearly now, it frightens me. Me of all people, yes, I can be frightened. Am I not allowed to be, when everyone else has a time when they are scared? When they fear. I presume people would just think it weird for me, because no one has seen me frightened. But again, ...why should I care what they think? I am me and only that. Of course that voice on the train tries to tell me other wise. Why should I change? I can't, I shall do as I please.

Oh I am what I am,
I'll do what I want.

I want to, ... I want very much to go and find him, to search him out. I don't want to lay here and do nothing. But, ...I have no idea where to search, for all I know he could have left Japan by now. The world is so big and I am but one among billions. What are my odds in ever finding him? I would say not very good. So what would be the point in getting up and searching? So I'll just lay here, with my thoughts.

But I can't hide,
I won't go.

I wish that I never had to sleep, and then I wouldn't have to put up with my nightmare world any longer. With that never ending dream, and that every frightening voice. As the nightmare became more frequent, I found that the train became more claustrophobic. The train felt like it was void of air often. It almost became a struggle to stand up in the packed space. I would wake up gasping for air, the blankets and sheets thrown off me. I could do nothing but rest there and regain my breath. I find myself now often, praying to all the gods, that I will not fall back to sleep. They never hear my pleas, they never grant me eternal conciseness.

I won't sleep,
I can't breathe.

When will this all end, will it ever end? It must, or I think it must. Everything must end sooner or later, ...doesn't it? Am I right, ...I am probably wrong. But then, I can't help but think. If this, my current state should cease, and then ... what will my new one be like? Will it be better, or worse? Am I sure that I will find a new state of mind and leave all these thoughts and nightmarish dreams behind. I am uncertain of my future.

When will I be ok? I'm not ok right now; I'm not. Until when, will I be like this?

Until you're resting here with me.

The messages on the phone piled up. I never deleted them, or answered the phone at all. Many people had called for Ryou, but one person had been calling for me in the last few days. My Friend Malik; Yes I have friends thank you for asking. He had called me many times now. But, I didn't want to call him; I didn't want to leave this peaceful time that I had right now.

As I had said, I had been laying in this bed for a few days now. I hardly got up, even to eat or drink. It's been very hot these last few days, and the house had no A.C. So I just had the windows open, not like the house wasn't already hot anyways, so it didn't matter.

I think I might have been hallucinating, cause I swear that I saw Ryou walking down the hall. I ...I think I heard him humming. He always liked that one song. What was it again? I can't remember right now. It was by some American pop singer. I never really listened to any of that type of music; I didn't like any of it. I thought that most of the songs where to heart-ach or to happy.

The image of Ryou was now leaning against the wall, a light smile playing on his face, the hum still flowing quietly from his lips. I heard the phone ring in the background, but didn't move and inch, I didn't take my eyes of the angelic image of Ryou.

I don't want to call my friends,
They might wake me from this dream.

I couldn't move an inch, and never looked away. I remembered once waking up in the morning to Ryou humming the same song, while he cleaned up our room. I would lay there and listen to him, he had a beautiful voice. I remember telling him once, that he should have become a singer, not go to school to be a writer. He would just smile at me and mumble a stupid excuse.

And I can't leave this bed,

Risk forgetting all that's been.

The image of Ryou seemed to vanish slowly, and I think that I fell asleep. As I then walked in my dream world, I couldn't help but think. 'What if Ryou was here to sing my to sleep? Would my dreams be more pleasant?' ...I wasn't sure; maybe they would just be the same. I walked down the city streets and the same gust of wind picked up and I covered my face as always. The people pushed me around still the same way. I fell to the ground and tried to pick myself up. All the while I thought one thing.

'Until when, will this be over?'

Until you're resting here with me.

EH: well that was chapter four. Hope you liked it and please review! -