Chapter Two

                Ryous vision blurred for a second and he got slightly weak. He took a deep breath and cut in the opposite wrist a few times and he dropped it again, Slipping, Once again, Into an unconscious state. The time struck noon before Ryou awoke again and sat up straight. He crawled over to his bookbag and took out his watch.
“Only three and a half hours left. Then I have to go home…” he sighed to himself. Those hours passed by quicker than he thought while he was drawing and writing. Finally, By four that afternoon, He arrived home but ran into Bakura who glared at him. Ryou stopped and looked over at him and then continued on into his room.
“How was school?” Bakura asked, A sleek façade on his face.
‘I almost got away with it. I was almost there!’ Ryous thoughts raced through his head.
“Well?”
“It was good.” He lied.
“Oh? Where’d you get that cut and how’d you rip your leg?” Bakura asked, Nodding towards his left leg.
“I got into a fight at school.” Ryou lied quickly, Looking away from Bakura before he saw his eyes.
“Oh… That’s odd… Because the school called wanting to know where you were at.” Bakura snapped sharply. “Said you weren’t there.”
“I… I…” Ryou stuttered fearfully. At that moment, He turned and ran into his room, Slamming and locking the door. He ventured into the furthest corner of his room and sat in it. He searched his pockets and took out his razor, Grasping it in his hand and breathing in deeply.

XxX Clutching my cure. I tightly lock the door. I try to catch my breath again. XxX

                “Let me in, Ryou!” Bakura banged on the door. “Let me in NOW!” Ryou said nothing and just held his breath, Hiding his head until Bakura finally broke down the door and grabbed Ryou by the throat and pulled him up.
“You LIED to me, Ryou… Now, You’ll get it.” Bakura said coldly. Ryou closed his brown eyes as Bakura drew his back his fist once again. Ryou was off the ground at this point and held onto Bakuras arm. He didn’t hang on for long until he was impaled through the air and against the wall. He hit the wall hard enough to lose his breath and slid down, Falling fatal to Bakuras kicks. Ryou stood up and took out his razor and nicked Bakura with it as a quick line of defense. Bakura growled, Took the razor, Threw it across the room and kicked Ryou in the stomach, Making him cough up blood.

                He fell to his knees and clutched his stomach and tried to catch his breath and crumpled into a ball. Bakura kneeled down quickly, Smirking at him and stabbed him in his right shoulder as Ryou screamed in pain, Tears rushing down his face and he rolled over trying to grasp it. Bakura leaned back and laughed.

XxX I hurt much more, Than any time before. I have no options left again. XxX

                Bakura smiled an evil smile and bent down, Stabbing Ryou over and over again, Laughing hysterically while Ryou cried out in pain. He couldn’t take it anymore. He got to his knees and fought through the pain and tried to crawl past Bakura but was stopped. Bakura grabbed his stained white hair and threw him at the wall. Ryou took a deep breath, Trying to get it back again.

XxX I don’t want to be the one- XxX

                Bakura walked over and stabbed Ryou a few more times before standing up straight and smiling down at him. Blood trickled down Ryous shut eyes and closed mouth, Down into his white hair. A hurt look spread across his face as he wished for Bakura to stop for good and so he could tend to his wounds by himself.

XxX The battles always choose. XxX

                ‘Why can’t he leave me alone? Why can’t I just die or something? I’m confused. Why does he do this to me? Why is he here with me anyways? Why did he choose me? Well… I won’t be here for long! Tonight or tomorrow it’ll happen! I’m gonna do it!’ he worriedly thought to himself. ‘It’s going to end…’

XxX ‘Cause inside I realize, That I’m the one confused. XxX

                Bakura walked over, Kicked Ryou one last time and spit on him as he screamed in pain, Chocking up blood. He couldn’t stand it anymore but fell to the ground, Dazing in and out of clear vision.

XxX I don’t know what’s worth fight for. Or why I have to scream. XxX

                 “You need to be tougher, Ryou You have to be better and stronger.” Bakura said deathly.
“W-Why do you do this to me?! WHY?!” Ryou yelled out, Tears streaming down his face and mixing with the blood.
“Because number one, To make you stronger and to teach you to fight back so you aren’t weak and two, I enjoy it and it helps me grow stronger.” Bakura coldly stated.
“You’re strong enough! Now let me do this on my own! I can do it! Just leave me alone! I hate you! You’re a freaking curse! I HATE YOU! Hate you… Hate…” Ryou said, Starting to pass out.

XxX I don’t know why I instigate and say what I don’t mean. XxX

                Bakura hit Ryou hard outside the head as fell unconscious.
“I told you not to yell at me.” He sauntered out the door when he saw Ryou barely breathing.
‘I can’t stand him anymore! I want him to go away! Forever… Woah… I’m feeling sleepy… Tired…’ Ryou thought as he fell asleep.

                He dreamt that he was with his friend. It was a beautiful day outside, Birds chirping and the sun glistening off the puddles from the night before. He then got up and wondered it his friends left, Turning and noticing they were gone. He turned back and it turned dark and there was a flash of lightning. His eyes grew wide as his heart pounded and raced. He blinked and then found himself in front of a memory. It was a memory when Bakura appeared and one of the first times he had gotten beaten. All he could do is sit there, Watch and cry as he tried to oppress the horrible memory.

XxX I don’t know how I got this way, I’ll never be alright. XxX

                The time turned nine at night as his memories flashed to another thought. He snuck into the bathroom and sat in a corner and slid his razor out of his pocket. He smiled down at it and kissed it gently, Placing it on his wrist and slid it across quickly. He whimpered in pain and smiled slightly, Letting the blood trickle to the ground. Just as he tilted his head back, His friends walked in and he jumped up, Turning the sink on and placing his wrist under it.
“Ryou… Are you okay?” Yugi asked, Walking over a bit.
“Yeah… Just nicked myself on a shelf.” He lied, His heart pounding.
“Are you sure?” Joey asked, Stepping forward.
“Yes. Yes. Don’t worry about me.” Ryou faked a smile, His brown eyes shining.

                Another one came when his sister died, Along with his mom. His dad had left them and died years ago. The little Ryou was sitting on the couch alone, Crying and wondering what to do. He was only eight years old and left to fend for himself in a dark house, Not even old enough to get a job.

XxX So I’m breaking the habit. XxX

                Ryou woke up in tears, The same spot and state Bakura had left him in. It was Christmas Eve, Or so it said on the calendar. He stood up, Wobbling a bit and catching himself. He dried his eyes and walked into the bathroom towards his mirror. He stared at himself, His poor, Hurt, Pitiful face. He picked at some dried up blood and ran a hand through his white hair until he got to the matted, Blood filled parts at the end. It laid limp around his narrow, Slumped shoulders. He couldn’t look away at his oen reflection and touched it gently, Wondering if it was real.

XxX I’m breaking the habit, Tonight. XxX