Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Last Resort ❯ No more life lines ( Chapter 1 )

(A/N: This is a pointless fic, about how Bakura wants to die, set in the yami's POV. I don't own YGO, if I did none of you will ever see it, hahahahahahahahahahhahahaha!)

>>Cut my life into pieces
>This is my last resort
>>Suffocation
>No breathing
>>Don't give a f***if I cut my arm, bleeding
>This is my last resort

All I can really say is that my life, including the one I had in Egypt, has amounted to nothing. I've set a goal to gather the Sennen Items, but now it all seems really pointless. The one thing, or person should I say, that I actually cared about turned on me. He thought he had killed me; I don't die at the hands of others. Though, as it would seem tonight I'll find my demise within myself.

>>Cut my life into pieces
>I've reached my last resort
>>Suffocation
>No breathing
>>Don't give a f*** if I cut my arm, bleeding
>Do you even care if I die bleeding?

I think Ryou said that it was called Irony, I don't truly recall, but whatever it is, I feel it's expressing itself right now. No one can kill me but myself. Of course I have the courage to do it, but how? I know of so many ways. Pills, but that's a weakling's way out, totally painless, no, I want everyone to see my mangled body, to see that I intentionally wanted death, that I embraced it. If I swallowed pills it would just look as if I accidentally overdosed, so no, I'll think of something else.

>>Would it be wrong?
>Would it be right?
>>If I took my life tonight
>Chances are that I might
>>Mutilation outta sight
>And I'm contemplating suicide

How about slitting my wrists? I've always liked the sight of blood, the way it flows like water, the way it surges along the shinning blade of a dagger. It has a distinctive taste, a metallic taste, but I enjoy the flavor. Yes, that would be `fun' to bleed to death, though; I don't suppose it will have that much of a dramatic effect. Call me melodramatic but I want to leave an impact. There are other ways, but if all else fails I can fall back on this plan.

>>Cuz I'm losing my sight
>Losing my mind
>>Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
>Losing my sight
>>Losing my mind
>Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine

This really isn't going anywhere. I-I not scared; maybe I just wish that someone would give a darn about me. That someone SOMEWHERE would care on whether or not, I live or die. But no one does. Now where was I? Oh yes. Now of course there's murderous suicide, but do I really need to take someone to Hell with me? Nah, hmmmm, wow this is harder than I had thought. I know, this ones a classic, I'll just jumped out a window, and isn't it just convenient Ryou and his Dad live on the 6th story, well 5th story, but there's not 4th floor. Yes, that's perfect. And there'll be blood too! Hm, the more I think about this the better it sounds.

>>I never realized I was spread too thin
>Till it was too late
>>And I was empty within
>Hungry!
>>Feeding on chaos
>And living in sin
>>Downward spiral where do I begin?

Perhaps you're wondering WHY I want to end my pathetic life? Well thank you for caring. I guess it's because I'm empty, my nerves have snapped, I'm living in disarray; Hell will be Heaven to me. Maybe a Psychologist would tell me I'm suffering from a sever case of depression, or perhaps I just need a friend, but why do I care, I'm ending it. I walk outside, it's `a damn cold night', figures. I can see the cars bellow, they look like a child's toy. Ah, but the slight breeze is bracing, like a friend, one that will see me till my death.

>>Cut my life into pieces
>This is my last resort
>>Suffocation
>No breathing
>>Don't give a f*** if I cut my arm, bleeding!
>Would it be wrong?
>>Would it be right?
>If I took my life tonight
>>Chances are that I might
>Mutilation outta sight
>>And I'm contemplating suicide

Hm, the sun's rising, have I been standing on this ledge that long? Oh, well. The morning sun's so warm, so nice. I guess this must be how it is; I'm going to die, so no I seem to be enjoying everything a little more, seeing the good things. I breathe in the dawn; it smells of car exhaust and dew. The city is despicable I'm glad I leaving this mortal toil.

>>I can't go on living this way
>Can't go on
>>Living this way
>Nothing's alright

Before I jump I scream one thing "Open your gates Hell, cause here I come!"