Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Harsh Truths 2 ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even the plot. Well ok, I own some of the plot. But I got the idea for the plot from the amazing author Bakura's Shadow.

CHAPTER ONE

Hello. My name is Amy. Amy Kaiba. My life is a living hell.

Um…let me explain that. I live in a loony bin A.K.A. The Buffalo Institution for the Criminally Insane (A/N taking a guess here). Or, as I like to call it, the 10th layer of hell. The only reason I'm in here is because everyone thinks I'm dangerous and nuts.

But I'm not. I'm just sad, depressed. And angry. I'm angry at life, at fate, at the world…and at my husband.

Yes, I'm married. Or was. You see, my husband, he…no. I can't talk about it. Not just yet. The pain is still too fresh.

But the doctors, they can't just leave it alone. They keep wanting to "talk" about it. They keep telling me to repeat what I remember about it. But I don't want to remember. I want to forget.

I want to bury the pain deep inside, like Joey does. Um…ok…I'm trying to avoid this, but…ok. I'll tell you what happened.

**flashback**

"Bye, girls!" I called to my friends as they drove off. I took out my key and unlocked the front door.

"Seto! Mokuba! I'm back!" I yelled. But the mansion seemed deserted. "Seto? Mokuba?" I got worried. They were normally home by now. Then I saw it. Relief flooded me. Mokuba's backpack was by the stairs, as always, indicating someone was home. It was only 3:30 in the afternoon. They were probably just busy and didn't hear me. I set my bags down by the backpack and headed upstairs.

I stopped dead at the top. Our bedroom door was open. I never, EVER, left it opened. Shit. Something bad happened.

I ran into the room. I was right. Something bad had happened. My husband, Seto Kaiba, was lying on the floor, surrounded by a pool of drying blood. I ran over to him. Then I noticed his arms. They were cut from the wrist to the elbow. Suicide. It didn't make me feel any better when I found that he was cold. He was already dead. I started to cry. I cried out in horror and disbelief.I kept calling him to come back to me, even though I knew it would do no good. Finally, tears still flowing at a rapid rate, I leaned down and gave Seto a final kiss.

Then I saw it. The glint of a razor. And next to it, another, smaller, body. Mokuba. I ran over. His wrists were slit across, but he was still breathing. "Hold on, Mokuba." I told him and brought out my cell phone. The first thing I did was call 911. The second thing I did was call Joey. You see, Joey was Mokuba's lover. He met me at the hospital. Mokuba had slipped into a coma and the doctors gave him little hope of surviving. I couldn't let him suffer like that. So I convinced Joey to let him go and he was taken off life support.

**end flashback**

So now you know who Joey is. He lives here with me too. We share a room, refusing to be separated. We trust no one but each other. And we never will.