Tired
By: YamiAra
Ara: Yeah my first angst fic so if anyone likes this enough I can put up a story behind it.
Yu-Gi-Oh! Is not mine at all.
Everytime I try and hide from it, it comes back.
Closer, darker, more surreal.
There was so much black and red and black and...
Voices screaming, fire burning, blood everywhere.
I tried to stop but they...
They wouldn't.
Why can't I hide? Why can't I stop?
This wasn't the first.
It started small, only a person who had been overdosed or wanted to.
I gave them, and myself, relief.
But then...
Then I wanted more.
To hunt, to lick the blood,
to hear their screams of mercy.
To kill.
But there were people who were worried about me.
They had realized what I had been doing and asked of me to stop.
So I stopped.
As long as I could I stopped
Honest!
Then we got separated and they,
they had wanted to kill me,
so I killed them instead.
...And enjoyed every minute of it.
I don't regret it, I probably never will.
But when I try to explain, and you give me that look of disappointment.
You make me feel guilty for telling you.
I had tried to hurt you too.
Or at least,
one of you.
I was angry.
Or maybe I just didn't care anymore.
I was tired of it all,
tired of being the hero,
tired of saving everyone,
tired of saying the right thing,
tired of always being sacrificed,
now it was everyone else's turns to be sacrificed
And I will be their executioner.
Ara: There was really no point in this XD I just felt that Yami needs to have a psycho side so I showed it...real interesting. Yes it WAS Yami, who'd you think it was?