(ok... this used to be called "my Angel", but for some reason.. i like this name better lol. i dont know why...but ya. so thanks for reviewing to thanks soo much to Rachel Jones, Ragdollsally13, Sansty-san, Cold Hearted Icequeen, and Dark Priestess Ray ! you all make me soo happy.. and Rachel Jones, i got the thought of continuing this from YOU so feel special! i dont know if anyone will like this chapter, but it wouldnt even be here! thanks for reading and please tell me what you think of this!)
Tasting Tears
Chapter 2
Ryou's POV
I awoke with a start from my sleeping position; left arm and shoulder resting on my desk, my head and my right arm drooping off the front of it. I tried to turn my head to the left, but the only response I gained in return was an aching pain from the stiffened vertebra.
"Oof." I grunted as I raised my right hand up to rub my neck. I was afraid that if I moved it, my head might just pop off and go rolling across my floor. That's what this pain made me think of. Maybe there is something wrong with me.
I noticed my pocket knife on the floor. It looked so lonely, I just HAD to pick it up; though it did look awfully beautiful lying there with the yellow shaded light gleaming off of it. Im sure it would look just as well with a red tint, and seeing as how no one seemed to be home, I decided that now was as good a time as ever...
I picked up my knife. It was only a few months old, but yet it felt like a best friend whom I had known all of my life. Like it had always been there for me, which I guess it had. It was the closest thing I ever had to one. At least I knew I could depend on it not to leave me, or spread those nasty rumors behind my back.
My eyes fell on the crumpled up piece of paper on my floor. I reached down and picked it up. Inside was my letter. But I would never have done this to it. It was burned a bit around the edges, with ink smears randomly placed around the page.
A cold tear ran out of the corner of my eye. A single, lonely, pale tear. Full of my hatred and anguish. Many times too salty or sour for its own good. But you wouldn't be able to tell that, except from becoming close enough to it to have some experience.
Tasting tears? What was going through my mind this time? My room was hot from the sun beating down upon it, seemingly aiming to burn this house to the dirt. (with me inside?) That was undoubtedly not an ok for me to go, in my mind at least. Despite what many people at school may think, I hate fire. Sure it's ok if it keeps you warm, but I'm not one who sees a lighter and goes crazy flicking it all day. Nope. That would be Tristan.
I opened my window. Maybe some fresh air would help to clear my mind.
Why did it always seem that whenever I am about to do something drastic to my self (like slitting my wrists) I always fall asleep? It was like some strange chemical reaction in my brain: you're going to kill yourself, so now you must fall asleep. Yep. My mind has a mind of its own (laugh).
Bakura's POV
I can't believe he was doing this again. He was depressed again for no reason. It's lucky that I caught him before he actually went through with it. I don't think he knows that I am the reason he hasn't died yet. Not that I take all the credit or anything... but I do make sure that his plans never follow through.
I'm probably the reason he is like this anyways. I wonder how he would have turned out if I had only been kind to him. Instead of pushing him around, and kicking him back down when he tried so courageously to get back up again. But he would never let anyone else know that. He was too kind.
I am sitting on the couch waiting for him to wake up. I know I should have moved him from his sleeping spot on his desk, but I didn't want him to know that I interfeared with his problems. That I knew.
I am waiting for some sort of sign as to what I am supposed to do next. I can't watch him waste his perfect life away.
How weird was that?
I, Bakura, the tomb robber, whom by many was considered a maniac with an unsatisfyable blood thirst, wanted for my useless light to be saved.
I guess they had reason to believe the said opinion. That is the only part of my personality I have ever shown them, though half of it is a lie. I guess it's just because I'm afraid.
There. I said it. I'm afraid of how people will react to me if it wasn't in a fearful way. I've seen how they treat Ryou, and I guess I'm also afraid of the same thing happening to me. This world is full of backstabbing, lying "friends." Poor Ryou. Always left out, trying to be someone else. But his fake smiles don't convince me. They probably just make him, along with his easy-going/shy attitude, seem like more of a pushover. But he doesn't have to be! Maybe I could teach him. Not necessarily to be like my image, but maybe just to help him find something more inside of himself. Maybe there is hope. Hope for the light to emerge from the layer of darkness cutting it off from the rest of life.
Ryou's Pov
"Bakura...I...I didn't know you were still here..." I said while quickly shoving my left hand behind my back.
"Yeah. So?" he replied in his usual "don't bother me I'm thinking" attitude.
"I, um, I'm gunna go take a shower..." I said backing away. I doubt Bakura cared. Or even noticed my suspicious movements.
I really didn't want to take a shower, but I decided to just go by what my big mouth said. (I don't want to start trouble with Bakura). Not that I could really talk any less than I did. I am invisible as it is. I don't think people could notice me any less is I had never been here at all.
Do you ever feel like breaking down?
Do you ever feel out of place,
Like some how you just don't belong,
And no one understands you?
Do you ever want to run away?
Do you lock yourself in your room?
With the radio on turned up so loud,
That no one hears you screaming?
No, you don't know what it's like,
When nothing feels alright,
You don't know what it's like,
To be like me!
To be hurt, to feel lost,
To be left out in the dark,
To be kicked, when you're down,
To feel like you've been pushed around,
To be on the edge of breaking down,
When no one's there to save you,
No you don't know what it's like,
Welcome to my life
Do you want to be somebody else?
Are you sick of feeling so left out?
Are you desperate to find something more,
Before your life is over?
Are you stuck inside a world you hate?
Are you sick of everyone around?
With the big fake smiles and stupid lies,
While deep inside you're bleeding?
No you don't know what it's like,
When nothing feels alright,
You don't know what it's like,
To be like me!
To be hurt, to feel lost,
To be left out in the dark,
To be kicked, when you're down,
To feel like you've been pushed around,
To be on the edge of breaking down,
When no one's there to save you,
No you don't know what it's like,
Welcome to my life
No one ever lies straight to your face!
No one ever stabs you in the back!
You might think I'm happy,
But I'm not gonna be okay!
Everybody always gave you what you wanted!
You never had to work, it was always there!
You don't know what it's like (what it's like)...
To be hurt, to feel lost,
To be left out in the dark,
To be kicked, when you're down,
To feel like you've been pushed around,
To be on the edge of breaking down,
When no one's there to save you,
No you don't know what it's like,
To be hurt, to feel lost,
To be left out in the dark,
To be kicked, when you're down,
To feel like you've been pushed around,
To be on the edge of breaking down,
When no one's there to save you,
No you don't know what it's like,
Welcome to my life
(a/n: oh ya this song is by simple plan.. its called welcome to my life... the first time i heard it i just thought of Ryou.. so i hope it works in your mind too! thanks! please please review!)