Chapter Three

Last "Chapter"

Ryou ran into the bedroom and rummaged through his things and found his razor, placing it on his wrist and smirked. He thrashed it across his wrist like a mad man, Wincing and slammed it on the wall, Drawing across making markings as he did. He looked at it and growled to himself, Scratching the words ‘I’m nothing’ in the wall and fell, Grasping the wall for support and slid to the floor, Trailing blood at he went.

XxX I’ll paint it on the walls! XxX

                “It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t accepted that gift… Or make Bakura angry… Or… Or… Anything!” he cried out, Not willing to oppress the depressing thoughts, Blaming himself for things he never even did in the first place. He stood up and sliced into his flesh some more, Screaming as he did it and spread it on the walls, Laughing to himself, Tears still dripping down his face.

XxX ‘Cause I’m the one at fault! XxX

                He stopped, Thinking for a moment and almost dropped his cold metal to the uncaring Earth. He caught it quickly, Snapping back into reality and sat in silence, Tears running down his face. His hand fell to the floor and his blade escaped, Rolling a foot away from him as the crimson liquid chased after it. He stared blankly ahead of him and started thinking of the contents in his bathroom and glanced at the bathroom door.

XxX I’ll never fight again! XxX

                Ryou got up and walked inside his sweet hideaway and shut the door, Locking it.  He opened the and a syringe. He looked down at it with teary eyes and rolled up his left sleeve.
“This ends tonight…” he spoke his mind as he tied the ribbon tightly around his upper arm and put the syringe in the liquid, Drawing it out into the tube, Filling it almost full. He flicked a spot on his arm where a vain shown threw and stabbed himself, Flinching and biting his lower lip and pressed the top, Letting all the liquid flow into his arm. He moaned slightly and fell to his knees as he felt a sweet release, Soon to be forever and sat on the edge of the bathtub.

XxX And this is how it ends! XxX

                “I… I have no use here… No one likes me and I’m always abused. I’m nothing… Nothing…” Ryou whispered to himself. “I hate my life… But it’s almost over, Ryou… It’s almost over.” He smiled gently to himself and looked in the mirror, Un wanting to see his own pitiful reflection. He looked around the bathroom one last time and slid to the floor, Resting his back against the tub. He smiled to himself and coming to a close around him as he started to shake.

XxX I don’t know what’s worth fighting for- XxX

                Ryou screamed and winced, Biting his lip. He finally emptied the syringe and pulled it out of his arm. He dropped it on the ground and looked at the ribbon tied arm that was going numb. He started getting weak and stood up, Holding onto the counter for support and knocking the bottle as it shattered on the ground. He stumbled backwards and hit the wall and slid against the tub again.

XxX Or why I have to scream, XxX

                He took in a deep breath and looked at the ceiling, Knowing that soon he’d be dead. His vision blurred came back over and over like he was losing his sight. He smiled as it started to quickly fade away completely, Leaving him in pitch blackness and silence. He started to scream again but shut his mouth as the poison liquid burned his vains. He chuckled to himself as he felt the heater go on and brushed some hair out of his face. It was finally happening and he was finally free.

XxX But now I have some clarity, To show you what I mean. XxX

                Bakura looked up, Hearing the scream and stood, Walking in his room and looking around. He saw the light peer out from under the bathroom door and walked over, Knocking on it.
“Ryou? Why’d you scream?” he demanded. No answer.
“Don’t make me come in there!” he screamed with still a reply less answer. Bakura looked at the door and growled and broke it in, Seeing Ryou slumped against the tub. Shock overcame him.
“What’d you do?” he asked, Looking around and putting the pieces together. “Why? Why?!”
“You…” Ryou took a breath and looked up at him, His eyes bloodshot. “That’s why. You pushed me too far and I couldn’t stand it anymore… You’re a curse! And now… I’m dying.” He replied, Smiling faintly.

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

                “Bakura… I don’t care if you ARE my yami… I hate you…” Ryou said, Blinking his eyes and fighting to open them again.
“That is NO excuse!” Bakura scolded.
“Yes it is! This time, I’ll be g-gone forever… And there’s nothing-g you can do…” Ryou yelled, A tear rolling down his cheek. “NOTHING!”
“Don’t talk like that, Ryou!” Bakura said, Looking down at him. “We’ll get you to a doctor or something. W-We’ll do it quickly.” He looked around.
“It’s too late for that now, Bakura… I’m as good as gone.”

XxX So I’m breaking the habit. XxX

                Ryou was fading slower than he thought. His whole body was going numb, Starting with his hands and feet and closing in towards his heart and Bakura nearly watched in horror. Ryou gasped for breath as he shook violently and started to fall into unconsciousness.

XxX I’m breaking the habit… XxX

                “No! Don’t leave me, Ryou! You can’t!” Bakura cried out.
“I-I can… And I am-m.” Ryou said sluggishly.
‘I’ll never have to deal with him again. Ever. It’s over. I’ve finally obtained my freedom.’ Ryou thought to himself.

XxX I’m breaking the habit- XxX

Ryou closed his eyes and drew in his final breath. He felt Bakuras warm hand against his cold flesh and those last few words.
“I love you… And I always have… I’m sorry.” Bakura said as a tear fell upon Ryous skin. Ryou smiled one last smile to himself and drifted off for good. Bakura couldn’t believe it. He could never look upon his warm, Alive face again. Ryou was gone. And it was all his fault. His blood stained white hair laid limp around his shoulders, Dried blood coated his arms and legs along with bruises and scars from years and abuse. His black and blue eyes hid the warmth of his brown eyes and his skin grew paler than it was by the second. He sighed, Crying to himself and touched the ribbon on his arm and caressed his cheek. He was gone.

XxX Tonight… XxX