Here we go, last instalment of this fic. I don't own Yugioh, etc, etc. Apologies for any errors, I haven't checked it.
DOLLS
Joey sat up and rubbed his eye with the back of his bruised knuckle, vaguely wondering what the time was. When he noticed the blind on his window was only halfway down and the light coming in was a light, bright colour, making his room look like it was glowing, he decided that it must be late afternoon or early evening.
Upon observing his room and its state – relatively dirt-free carpet, a few clothes scattered about and clean enough walls and door – he also began to doubt that it was the date he had previously thought it was. Where were the drawers he had pulled out? Where were the pieces of glass and the broken bottle? What had happened to the bloody marks all over the place?
He stood up slowly, taking in the way everything looked, and made his way towards the window. Peering outside he became aware of the fact that there wasn't a lot of life about and the sky that had been turned a bright mixture of yellows, pinks, reds and oranges, which confirmed his estimate of the time. His hand reached out towards it, and he let his fingers gently glide over the glass. It looked so pretty and peaceful – how he wanted things to be all the time. Peaceful, calm, tranquil. Not a car in the road, nor a person in the street.
Joey sighed, and turned his head to face the door. His being slightly more awake this time meant that he noticed something which, now that he'd taken it in, bothered him a little. His face taking on a puzzled expression, he started in the door's direction. It was ajar; he never left it ajar. Like he was in a trance, or as if it would attack him, he wouldn't take his eyes off it. He failed firstly to notice the blood stained clothes he trod on as he walked, and afterwards the lack of splinters in the door.
When he arrived in front of the door he stopped, and just looked at it. He wanted to open it and walk outside. He wanted to shut it and go back to sleep. It's being ajar, however, prevented him from doing anything except looking. He stood and looked at it for a long time. He couldn't hep but wonder why it was ajar; had he left it like that? He couldn't have; he'd never take such a risk. That man could've come in easily and surprised him if he left it ajar. But no one else apart from that man was there to leave it like that.
He reached out, took hold of the handle and pulled the door fully open. The door to the bathroom opposite was open also, and from his position in his own doorway he could clearly see, through the bathroom window, the sun beginning to set behind some houses in the distance. The light glared at him, and he had to squint. It was as quiet as anything, no noise at all. He stepped out into the corridor and turned to the entrance to the living room. The late afternoon sunlight had formed a few rays of light through the corridor, and Joey could see quite a large amount of dust floating about where the light was shining. It made the place look old and unused.
As there was no noise, there was no reason not to go on. He took each step carefully, making sure he didn't kick any empty beer cans that would make a noise. He didn't want the tranquillity to be ruined. The closer he got to the living room, the more he wondered what he'd do when he got there. Sit and watch TV for a bit? Cut through the living room and go get a drink from the kitchen? He scratched his nose and sniffed. The dust made him want to sneeze.
Eventually, when he got to the living room doorway, he was pleased to find it empty. The TV was off instead of on standby, the smell of alcohol was very weak and no pieces of furniture were the wrong way up. He smiled to himself, satisfied, and walked through to the kitchen. He hadn't been in the kitchen for weeks, and it was a good feeling to be able to get himself a drink without any interference. Once the fridge was opened, however, he was forced to turn his head away and wrinkle up his nose in disgust. No food had been wrapped up to prevent it going off, and there were very few products that weren't growing. The cheese was completely green, and the ham was discoloured and nasty looking. The lid for the milk hadn't been replaced, which had caused that to go off too, and which was also contributing to the majority of the smell.
Joey shut the fridge, having been thoroughly put off the idea of having a milkshake, and instead turned to the counter where orange squash was kept. He made himself a glass, and leaned against the counter taking a sip at a time. He hadn't had orange squash in so long, he'd almost forgotten how nice it tasted. The entire glass was drunk in complete silence on his part. The only noise that could be heard was the faint sound of a few birds nesting outside.
He set his empty glass down next to the sink. This was the way things were supposed to be. He was content, and it was a nice feeling. Retracing his steps through the living room, he picked up his discarded jacket from the floor, having decided that his next move was to go for a walk. When he got to the front door he turned back, and took one more look at his empty, quiet home before going outside and shutting the door gently behind him.
Well, what do we all think? I personally don't think this part is one of my best, but you can decide for yourself. And, if you found it a bit confusing, good. I wanted it to be that way. If you didn't find it confusing though, either I did it wrong or you're clever and I take my hat off to you. Anyway, review pleeease.