Depression
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Category:
Yu-Gi-Oh › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,943
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Depression
This is my first Yu-Gi-Oh fic
Ryou: Please be nice
Yes, please be nice to me. This will earn probably earn an nc-17 rating soon.
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I know all about depression. It's not sadness. It's an emotion that's not an emotion. To put it simply, I don't feel. I could kill myself tomorrow with no regrets. Unfortunately, I'm too considerate. All those rules and manners drilled into my head; they hold up even in the face of my depression. That's why I can't kill myself. My friends would be hurt. But then, they already are. They know I've hit the bottom. They know I need help. They cover it up or change the subject. They're afraid to admit that they can't help me. No one can now.
Maybe I should try a traditional death; a sword through the stomach. No, too quick, too messy. But the pain, the pain I would feel. What about cutting? Just a little to start. Enough to sting, enough to bleed. Almost enough to die, but not quite. I could clean the mess up myself. The scars wouldn't be hard to hide. I could cut somewhere my friends wouldn't see.
I used to care. You may not believe it, but I did care once. Before my world fell apart.
~*~*~*~*~
Well, that's the intro. I scared myself while I was writing it.^^;;
I'll add the first chapter soon.
Please review!!
Ryou: Please be nice
Yes, please be nice to me. This will earn probably earn an nc-17 rating soon.
~*~*~*~*~
I know all about depression. It's not sadness. It's an emotion that's not an emotion. To put it simply, I don't feel. I could kill myself tomorrow with no regrets. Unfortunately, I'm too considerate. All those rules and manners drilled into my head; they hold up even in the face of my depression. That's why I can't kill myself. My friends would be hurt. But then, they already are. They know I've hit the bottom. They know I need help. They cover it up or change the subject. They're afraid to admit that they can't help me. No one can now.
Maybe I should try a traditional death; a sword through the stomach. No, too quick, too messy. But the pain, the pain I would feel. What about cutting? Just a little to start. Enough to sting, enough to bleed. Almost enough to die, but not quite. I could clean the mess up myself. The scars wouldn't be hard to hide. I could cut somewhere my friends wouldn't see.
I used to care. You may not believe it, but I did care once. Before my world fell apart.
~*~*~*~*~
Well, that's the intro. I scared myself while I was writing it.^^;;
I'll add the first chapter soon.
Please review!!