Searching for Peace
"One cannot subdue a man by holding back his hands. Lasting peace comes not from force." -David Borenstein
Chapter 11: Ghost
Yami's shouting at me in my head. I can't fully block him out, my... what would you call them? "Spiritual powers?" They aren't very developed, so all I can do is turn his shouted inquires into hazy murmurs in the back of my mind. But when I do that... everything sounds like curse words. I hate it.
I can feel tears rolling down my cheeks. I hate them, too, every single drop. I hate them more than I hate whatever's making me hate whatever it is I hate so much. I hate it!
I can't stand it. Duke stared at me in total and complete shock back at the phone booth. I could see surprise written all over his face. It was disgusting, knowing he must think that I was off my rocker to just slam the door like that... like I'm too kind for that. I'm so kind, I'm a ghost. I'm wrong if I'm anything but. I can't ever be angry because nobody will like that, they'll say it's "not me," I can't be that way.
I'm Yugi. I'm a smiling ghost. If I'm not, I'm shocking.
Why can't I be like other people? They have dips in their emotions, don't they? It isn't only me. Joey gets angry. I've seen Tea depressed, Duke anxious, Yami worried... I'm not supposed to be any of those things.
...I'm being irrational. What's wrong with me? I'm usually not this... crazy. I'm not a ghost. Yami's a ghost.
I'm alive.