Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ A Forgotten Angel ❯ A Forgotten Angel (Yugi's Version) ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh!

A/n: This is the same fic, but a modified version for Yugi, seeming some of you wanted to read that one, I decided to post it. Also, this is a bit old, so excuse my writing skills. ;_; And the notes at the bottom.

WARNING: A dark fic ahead with depressing thoughts. Just a bit of blood. And other angst stuff.

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A Forgotten Angel

I used to smile and laugh. I used to talk and listen.

I used to be happy. I used to have friends. I used to have fun.

I used to do my work, get good grades, and never misbehave.

I used to be innocent. I used to be an angel. That used to be me.

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I'm confused, about my life.

I used to think life was a good thing.

I used to think life was ok, it's not as bad as people say.

I used to be so happy. Why am I not anymore?

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I'm in a foggy mist that won't clear.

I'm alone, long and forgotten.

I'm in despair like a broken doll that can't be repaired.

I'm maudlin.

I'm going insane.

No one cares. No one knows. No one remembers.

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I have no friends. Not anymore. Not since a year ago.

They don't give a damn. They've forgotten about me.

Even my yami has deserted me.

I thought he had said he would protect me forever.

But did he? No. He just left me here to rot.

I'm a just a target for bullies now.

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Family? They're just a false identity.

They haven't noticed that I'm alone again.

They haven't noticed that I'm always quiet now.

They haven't noticed that I've been getting beaten again.

They haven't noticed that I'm slowly dripping into insanity.

They haven't noticed that I'm slowly disappearing from this treacherous world.

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What about my feelings? Have they ever thought about that?

Why don't they notice anything that's happening around me?

Why is the world so unfair?

Why am I ignored?

Why is my life so Ra damned cruel?

It's my own hellhole. Damn it!

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I look into the mirror. I'm a wreck.

My eyes used to be full of life and innocence.

Now, they are just lifeless, staring into space,

Colorless, and dull.

Tears begin to stream down onto my cheeks.

A drop falls and hits the sink.

I was wrong to think that they would remember me one day.

It's been a year, no one remembers.

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I wish my pain and loneness would disappear.

I wish to just leave this treacherous life.

There is nothing left but agony.

I want to die. To get over with it.

So why not now? Everyone dies eventually.

So I might as well go now and save everyone the trouble.

And save my self the agony of living alone.

They won't miss me anyways. They don't even remember me.

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I reach for a blade.

So silvery, so shiny, so tempting.

Wanting blood to be tainted.

I will fulfill its wish.

I push the blade onto my flesh wrist.

It stings a bit but it's worth it.

Red crimson streams on to the floor.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Blood, wonderful blood.

Each drop is a step toward the end.

I slowly cut my other wrist.

More blood drips.

I start to feel dizzy.

That is the next step toward my demise.

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Then and only then will I be happy. . .

once more. You won't miss me.

You don't even remember I exist.

I was just an empty shell. . .

waiting for the end to devour me.

Well, I can no longer wait,

so I have taken my own life.

Though I won't regret it, I'm sure.

Farewell, everyone, farewell. . .

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A/n:: Supposed one shot. Was it bad or good? Comments please. Review or flame. Constructive criticism is allowed. Just no flaming me for killing someone. And if u liked this one, read "An Angel's Hell." It's similar, though maybe this is better. I dunno. Just comment.