Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Her Masochistic Hobby ❯ Her Masochistic Hobby ( Chapter 1 )

This story is based on a poem I wrote in Drivers Ed. It's kinda dark, so don't read this if you don't like that sort of stuff.

Also, I don't know anything about planes or mental hospitals except for what I've read, and that's not a lot. Please bear with me here! =^_^=

Her masochistic hobby

Far away in slumber

In a dream I've never seen

I once watched the story

Of a sad and troubled teen.-*-*-*

A crushing wave of sadness

A face turned `way in shame

A hearth that's cold and bitter

And full of sorrowed blame.-*-*-*

This child lived day in and out

In horrified despair

Alone in empty blackness

With an unreadable stare.-*-*-*

The offered peace in steel

Fin'lly caught her troubled eye

She took a knife and made a cut

Not deep enough to die.-*-*-*

For years she made these cuts

On her broken soul

A wav'ring line of crimson

Starting to take its toll.*-*-*-

Her masochistic hobby

Was finally found out

She was soon admitted

But not without a rout.*-*-*-*

She could not stand this prison

She hugged herself and cried

She found a sharpened object

She cut herself and died.-*-*-*

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Tea stared blankly at the wall. She had just come home from the hardest moment in her life: a funeral.

Oh, she had been to many funerals already, her dad, her brother, and other family members, but this one was just so BIG, so many people attending… so many caskets to be buried. There was Yugi, Ryou, and Malik and their yamis, Joey, Seto and Mai, Mokuba, Tristan, Duke, Serenity, and Isis.

All had been on the same plane, a plane she should have been on. They had been planning to go to Egypt for months now, and all were excited, herself included. The big day FINALLY arrived, and everyone got ready. But Tea woke up sick. She had the flu, the FLU, and she couldn't join her friends. They had all offered to change the date so that she could attend, but to much effort had been made to coordinate schedules for that to happen, so she gave everyone her blessing and stayed home.

They called her every day, telling her what she was missing, but not rubbing it in, simply telling her so that when she got to go too, she would know what to see. They had been there a month and were finally on her way home. She arrived at the airport an hour early, waiting for her friends. She had brought presents for them and couldn't wait until they were there.

She watched the plane as it got closer, turning from a dot to a shape that was just visible as what it was. Suddenly, though, it wavered and smoke rose from near one wing. Then the same happened again from the other and the plane dipped forward, racing for the ground. Everyone in the room ran for the window and watched as the plane hit the ground, dirt and fire flying everywhere, smoke shooting into the sky. Tea listened numbly as the announcement was given that NO one in the plane had survived. Finally, a kind flight attendant from another plane had pulled her over to a seat and allowed her to cry on his shoulder. She kept saying "All my friends, all my friends are gone. I have nothing left…"

One week later, the joint funeral had happened. Almost the whole city had come; after all, Seto Kaiba was one of the dead.

And now, Tea was left alone with only her mother. The pain was unbearable and there was a black void filling her stomach. She couldn't think, couldn't breathe, and the walls were closing in on her. She ran for the bathroom and bent over the toilet, retching, but she hadn't eaten, so there was nothing to throw up.

After that, she walked over to the sink and opened the mirror to get something to settle her stomach. On the shelf sat a box of straight-edge razors that her mom "just couldn't get rid of" after her father had died two years ago. She opened the box and took one out, watching it shine in the poor lighting. She closed the cabinet and looked at herself for a moment, then pushed her pants a little ways down. She touched the steel to her flesh and hesitated, looking back at the mirror. Then her jaw firmed and she made a small cut, only deep enough to bleed.

Immediately, the blackness went away, as did the nausea. The searing pain of loss died down to only a dull ache. She put the box away, keeping out the razor she had used, and walked back to her room. She carefully put the straight-edge in her bedside table and lay down. She was asleep almost at once.

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Three Years Later

Tea stepped out of the building. Yet another job interview that she had screwed up. She needed something, something to make her feel better, she toyed with the idea of stopping at a bar, but she knew in the back of her mind that that wouldn't help. She needed something to take her mind off of the pain, not just dull it for a moment.

As soon as she got home, she stripped and got her razor out of the drawer. She held it to her heavily scarred hip and was about to cut when she heard a gasp. She looked up to see her mom, Jarra staring in horror at her scarred and scabbed body.

"Oh, Tea! How long has this been going on!"

Tea just stared at her mother. "How long have you been here?"

"That's not the issue! We have to get you help, honey! This isn't healthy!"

Tea glared at her mom. "Don't you DARE call on me! I'm an adult now and I won't stand for it. Leave! LEAVE!"

Jarra just stared sadly at her daughter and left. After all, she was an adult now. She couldn't do anything about this. When she got home, she sat on her couch and cried, then went to sleep without eating. The next morning, she stared at the phone for ten minutes before picking it up.

"Hello, Domino City Mental Hospital, how may I help you?"

"He…hello, I am Jarra Gardener. My…daughter is cutting herself, has been for some time. I just discovered it recently and she won't let me do anything to get her help. She is an adult now, but is there any way I could…force her to get help?"

"Hmm… Yes, if her behavior is destructive and could seriously hurt her, we have grounds to force her to stay with us. We have an excellent psychiatric team with unparalleled success. Would you please give me the address so that we can find her and help?"

"Yes, she lives at 1234 Farling right off of Hunter Avenue. She is home right now. Please help her!"

"I'll send over a team as soon as possible."

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Five Months Later

"Good job Tea! You're doing so well! Another year and you should be out of here!"

Tea's heart sank farther as she remembered the therapist's words. A year? How am I supposed to make it that long? It's been all I can do just to stay this long!

She pulled her knees up to her chest, sobbing into them. She was glad her roommates were still at therapy and weren't here to see her cry. She didn't know what she'd do if they thought her weak.

She looked up suddenly, her eyes drying. She quietly got off of her bed and lifted the mattress where she had hidden a scalpel one of the nurses had been careless enough to leave out where she could find it. She sent a silent prayer to the forgetful one and locked herself in the bathroom.

As had happened the first time she had made a cut, she stared into the polished metal mirror. She held the scalpel to her arm and made a small cut. The pain faded a little, but it wasn't enough. She needed more. She set the point at her wrist this time and pulled it up, following the pretty blue line that she could just barely make out.

Something was wrong though. The pain wasn't going away, it intensified, and all of it was centered on her arm where she had cut. She looked down and saw the blood flowing copiously. The room started to get fuzzy and she decided that she needed to sit down, right now, and on the floor. Unfortunately, she misjudged and ended up lying down. There was a knock on the door and the tentative voice of Tom, the floor's nurse. When she didn't answer, he knocked harder and said her name again.

I wish he'd just go away so I can sleep. The world darkened as he kicked the door, trying to get in. Silly Tom, he should know that he can't get the door open. She thought. I'll just close my eyes and go to sleep. And she did.

A glaringly bright light suddenly flashed before her eyes and she opened them to see herself flying towards a bright light. She leaned towards it when she saw figures silhouetted in the light. "Dad? Johnny? Yugi…"

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Yep, that's it. Please review! I realize that my other story isn't doing real well, and I don't really like it either, but you have to do SOMETHING when your muse is kicking you in the back of the head, don't you? *glares at Mahabaratta, who whistles innocently and looks away*

Also, have you ever noticed that "therapist" becomes "the rapist"? I think it's because they rape your mind of anything!!!!