Post by Yugi on May 5, 2007 15:33:39 GMT -5
The sharp sting and slice was felt as the paper slipped across my skin causing me to let out a pain filled yelp, I lifted my hand to stare at the cut on my finger. The cut was long and deep enough to start bleeding almost immidiatly, th red blood trickling down the pale skin of my hand and I let out a sigh.
The pain ment nothing to me, nothing really does anymore.
Oh, hello, I hadn't noticed you there. Excuse me for that, I space out more often then I should. Who am I you ask? Well I'm kinda surprised your asking me this, no one really bothers to ask. You want to know? Well alright.
My name is Yugi Motou, age sixteen. What? What is with the look of surprise on your face? Oh, right I don't look sixteen. Yeah I get that often. Oh well, back to my current situation.
Yes I had gained one hell of a papercut at the moment, that evil paper. I have to live on my own since my only family member, grandpa, died of a heart attack a month ago.
And I must say my lif has ben uttr misery since then. The bully attacks have gotten much worse now, yes I am teased. I only have a few friends, Jounouchi katsuya or just Jou for short, he was once a bully that constantly picked on me.
Well that was until I stood up for him when a much bigger bully, Ushio, got to him and thus I took the beating for him. Honestly sometimes I think I'm a little too kind, but I can't help that... I'm only Human.
Sighing I move through the empty game shop/house that My grandfather had run when he was alive but now that task was givin to me, quietly moving to the kitchen and turning on the sink letting the cold water run.
As I place my bleeding hand undr the cold water I hiss from the sharp pain the cut makes as it's way of protesting but I ignore it, once the bleeding slows a little I turn th watr off and wrap the cut silently.
Then once that was finished I make my way upstairs to my room, I've never gotten use to the utter silance that echos throughout the house since grandpa died, but maybe I would someday.
Silently I pause to look at the golden object that lay unfinished upon my desk, a puzzle. A three thousand year old puzzle to be exact, it was the last gift from my grandfather I had recieved. It had so far taken me eight years to get this far and I had only a few pieces to go but I had lost the drive to continue.
I still didn't have it now, I'm far too tired to deal with it at the moment.
Quietly I move to the bed and lay on the soft matress, curling into a ball and sending one last glanc to the puzzle.
Oh well, maybe tomarrow...
