Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ An Angel's Hell ❯ An Angel's Hell ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own YGO! Don't sue me.

WARNING: A dark fic. A bit of each: violence, abuse, blood, a sharp object, anguish stuff etc.

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An Angel's Hell

I always smile and nod. I act normal.

I act like nothing is wrong. I do my work, get good grades, and never misbehave.

When friends ask, I respond. No one suspects anything.

Well, it's only a mask. Deep within, I know I'm just living a lie.

I just want to live a normal life. Is that too much to ask for?

Friends just ignore me, except to occasionally ask about my quietness.

I respond a lie and they accept my answer

Then they just go back to talking and laughing at each other's joke.

I wish they wouldn't accept my answer so easily.

I wish I could tell them the truth.

But I have to lie, I have no choice.

They don't give a damn about me.

They don't understand my agony.

Family? What's that?

A mother? I don't have a mother, she's dead.

A father? I don't have a father, he's deserted me.

A sibling? I don't have a sister anymore, she's dead too.

I have no one. No one that is, except my yami.

You say, "Oh, see, you do have someone."

I say, "No, I don't."

He doesn't love me. He doesn't care about me.

He hurts me. He overpowers me.

I come home. He finds me.

He punches me. I fall. "Weakling," he says.

He kicks me. I whimper in pain. "Pathetic," he says.

He cuts me. I scream in pain. "Worthless mortal," he says.

When he's done, he threatens, "Don't you dare associated with them again."

I'm left in a tragic state. Still on the floor, where he left me.

I wonder about my life.

Why does he have to beat me?

Why is my life so Ra damned cruel?

Why am I cursed with such a treacherous yami?

Why does he not finish me off, kill me and end it for me?

I can't stand this anymore. I want my pain to end.

So I might as well die now and save my yami the trouble.

No one will miss me. It's not like anyone cares.

I was invisible to them anyways.

I grab the silvery blade, tinted with a just tad of red liquid, my blood.

I move the sharp edge toward my wrist. Closer and closer still.

I can feel the blade on my skin. I push it down to cut.

Feeling the warm liquid flow. It drips to the floor.

I switch it to the other side, slit my other wrist.

The red blood flows, steadily on the floor.

The cuts is beginning to sting a bit.

Dizziness is overcoming me.

I'm losing my focus.

One word.

Death. . .

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Me: OMG, I've killed him.

Hikaru (my yami): If you haven't already figured it out already, the character she's talking about is Ryou Bakura or Bakura (Dubbed name).

Me: Gomen nasai Ryou. I'm sorry to pick on you and Bakura.

A/n: This is supposedly a one shot. But if you want more, I can write one more chapter. Review, flame I don't care, just tell me what u think abt. this story not just the characters.