Hello, great people of the fan fiction kingdom! A new oneshot has arrived from the depths of my mind, and has been begging to be released. It used the song, Easier to Run by Linkin Park. Read on, and enjoy!
WARNING: Abuse, and character death.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story. Thank you.
Pain and hard punches racked his body, and he fell to the ground.
"You are nothing," a cold voice laughed. "You can never amount to anything you do."
Heart racing, rain fell on his face, stinging his hot red cheeks from the pain.
"No, please stop this!" he yelled, covering his face from the rain.
It's easier to run,
Replacing this pain with something numb.
It's so much easier to go, than face all this pain here all alone.
Something has been taken from deep inside of me.
The secret that I've kept locked away no one can ever see.
Wounds so deep they never show, they never go away.
Like moving pictures in my head, for years and years they've played.
"Shut up, you insolent fool!" the cold voice laughed again, more pain reaching his body. "You will never be saved by your friends, nor will they ever find you."
It's easier to run, replacing this pain with something numb.
It's so much easier to go, than face all this pain here all alone.
"Why must you do this to me?" the boy asked, tears of blood running down his face as hail began to pound his body.
"What, I can't have any fun?" the voice inquired, a knife making its appearance to the boy.
Sometimes I remember the darkness of my past.
Bringing back these memories I wish I didn't have.
Sometimes I think of letting go and never looking back.
And never moving forward so there'd never be a past.
"Why are you doing this to me?" the boy yelled over the rain, hail, and lightning that filled his heart with fear.
"Because I always wanted you out of my life, you idiot!" the voice replied harshly, beginning to lower the knife.
Just washing it aside,
All the helplessness aside.
Pretending I don't feel misplaced,
It's so much simpler than change.
"No, please don't!" the boy yelled, feeling the knife dig into his back, right at the heart. Blood flowed out of the wound, and onto the street, mixing in with the rain and hail. The voice laughed evilly, and stepped out of the shadows into the lamplight. It was a man with long white hair, and chocolate brown eyes.
It's easier to run, replacing this pain with something numb.
It's so much easier to go, than face all this pain here all alone.
"That was too easy," the man laughed, staring at the body that lay before him. It was a boy with spiky, tri-colored hair, and bright indigo eyes. "Oh, well. It was fun while it lasted." The man laughed once more, and walked off, leaving the body under the lamplight.
On the tombstone, it read, "Here lays Yugi Moto, who died at the age of 15. R.I.P." A man with spiky, tri-colored hair placed a rose onto the dirt mound, tears flowing from his eyes.
"Why did Bakura murder you, Yugi?" he whispered, burying his face into his hands. He left the graveyard, sobbing. The rose still lay on the ground, blowing in the southeast wind.
Sad, wasn't it? Review please, and I know that I left a few verses out. Don't be mad at me!
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