Lover After Me
chapter 2
Jade- Another update.. It's not my fault I swear.
Bakura- She claims Inspiration is flirting with her.
Jade- She is! But I don't like girls that way..
Ryou- Jade is still near broke and therefore she doesn't even own Tristan's left pinky. And that's the cheapest thing... The song used is Wounded by Good Charlotte.
XOXOX
No, it can't be. He couldn't have left me for him. Yet I know my eyes do not decieve me.
I stumble back home after seeing that. My yami meets me at the door again, and I of course, greet him with a sheepish (and fake) smile.
Lost and broken
Hopeless and lonely
Smiling on the outside
Hurt beneath my skin
He just rolls his eyes at me and motions me upstairs. I think he's slightly annoyed that I would risk my health, not only once but twice, in one day by going out in the rain.
"I saw him today." I told him as he herded me into his room. Wonder why he's making me go in here.
My eyes are fading
My soul is bleeding
I'll try to make it seem okay
But my faith is wearing thin
He nodded, his eyes questioning. Why hasn't he spoke?
"He's moved on. How could he?" I choke out. He reaches out, grabbing my arms to hug me. I let a pained cry slip from my lips as I cradle my arm to my chest. He's looking at me like he got arrest for a crime he didn't even know existed.
"No, no. It's my fault, not yours." I whisper through my tears and choked sobs.
So help me heal these wounds
They've been open for way too long
Help me fill this soul
Even though this is not your fault
I fall upon my knees in front of him and completely breakdown. I can't do this, I can't tell him. Yet I feel as though I'm not in control of my body anymore. I haven't experienced that feeling for a while now.. It's almost a blissful, comforting feeling.
I can't believe I'm doing this, but I am. I take off the school jacket, careful of the blood that has dried. His eyes fall on the newest wound but the old scars don't escape his gaze either. The new one is bleeding again, and it drips upon his majestic woven rug. I can tell he's cursing in his ancient language.
But I'm open
And I'm bleeding
All over your brand new rug
And I need someone to help me sew them up
I only wanted a magazine
I only wanted a movie screen
I only wanted the life I'd read about and dreamed
"Why?" is his simple question, and he sounds pretty upset. At least I know he can still talk.
"You wouldn't understand. You've never felt real pain. This..." I motion to my scarred arms. "These, these are nothing. Real pain is similar to this but on your very heart and soul. The only difference is that real pain is not self-inflicted and they never fade."
He looks like a deer caught in a speeding trucks headlights now. I can't help it and I start to giggle. My giggles resound off the walls, sounding tense and distant. My yami's face twists in pain and he fades out of focus. I feel light-headed and I stare down at my bloodied arm, seeking truth in my blood. Suddenly, I'm seeing black instead of my favorite crimson.
And now my mind is an open book
And now my heart is an open wound
And now my life is an open soul for all to see
But help me heal these wounds
They've been open for way to long
Help me fill this soul
Even though this is not your fault
I wake up on my yami's bed and slowly sit up. He's there in the corner, rocking in my mother's old rocking chair. I miss my mom, why'd she have to leave?
"Are you okay, Little One?" he asks, standing and heading in my direction. I don't even think as I respond, "No, leave me alone," it was an automatic response, not thought required. He looked slightly taken aback and terribly tired. I bet he didn't get any sleep last night. He turns and leaves, though he knows he shouldn't.
That I'm open and I'm bleeding
All over your brand new rug
And I need someone to help me
So you come along
I push you away
Then kick and scream for you to stay
As the door shuts, I feel desperately lonely and I cry out for him. He opens the door again and gives me another questioning look.
I whimper to myself as I hug my knees to my chest. "Please, I'm sorry. Please don't leave me. Everyone else has. Mother did and so did he..."
He kneels beside the bed and gently, so gently, strokes my hair. "Just go to sleep, Little One. That is the first step to your recovery." And so I do, as long as he is by my side.
Cuz I need someone to help me
Oh I need someone to help me
To help me heal these wounds
They've been open for way too long
Help me fill this soul
Even though this is not your fault
That I'm open
And I'm bleeding
All over your brand new rug
And I need someone to help me sew them
I need someone to help me fill them
I need someone to help me close them up
XOXOX
Jade- Still no guesses? I thought it'd be rather easy.
Katia-chan; you had a good idea, but see, I love Ry-chan so much I can't write about him being suicidal.. And thank you for the review!