The first time I held a knife, I was twelve years old.
To this day, I'm not quite sure what possessed me to do it. If my memory serves me correctly- which, nowadays, I honestly can't be sure it does- I didn't acquire the Millennium Ring from my father until around a year later. But somehow, when I felt the cold, metal object with the wooden handle, everything about it felt right. The way it so easily fit in my grasp as my fingers curled around it, it was as though the handle was custom made for me. As I ran my fingers over the sharp metal that made up the blade, my lips curled upwards. It was so strange, and as I was still a child, I couldn'
Little Master 1-- Tendershipping by Princeoftheundead2, literature
Literature
Little Master 1-- Tendershipping
Bakura couldn't remember when he stopped tolerating Ryou and began liking his hikari.  To him Ryou had always seemed weak. He hated people who were weak. Ryou had no spine, he was a complete pushover, so why did he start liking the boy. Maybe it was because Ryou reminded him of himself when he was younger, or maybe it was because they had both been abandoned, or maybe he had just grew soft. Whatever the reason he slowly began to... care for his little light. And when he finally got his own body he had shocked everyone, most of all himself, when he decided to stay with his hikari. It was then when he found out that Ryo
When Marik Ishtar awoke, the surrounding area was pitch black. The first thing he noticed, after making sure that he truly was awake, was the cold. The room was freezing, as well as the rock he was spread out upon, stomach down. Which led him to observation number two- his wrists, as well as his ankles, were bound to the rock. He tried to move them, but of course nothing happened. He didn't know what was happening, but he could tell it wasn't good, and that he needed to get away. But he already knew that it was a pointless effort, only serving to further terrify him.
He was hyperventilating, sure that he was going to die. After all, wasn'
These scars will never heal by Shadowsgirl09, literature
Literature
These scars will never heal
These scars will never heal
These scars in my mind
You can beat me as much as you please
And rip open those old stupid scars on my body
But the ones you put on my mind
They will never heal
You tell me lies
You tell me what you think is best for me
But they leave a scar
And those scars will never heal
There are scars on my heart
For all the times you told me you loved me
LIES
Telling me you are just protecting me
Telling me you love me so much
Telling me that the world is out to hurt me
These scars can't heal
Ryou I love you more than anything
But these lies are leaving scars on my heart
You can hurt me all you want
Those s
True Evil Lies In The Mind 3 by Insantiychanz, literature
Literature
True Evil Lies In The Mind 3
He sat there after explaining how it had started. How had he come to this? How had he turned himself in? He guesses he would figure it out as he went through the entire story again. It would help clear his head.
"Mr. Bakura. Now please explain. Who exactly was is that you went to that night?" the detective asked pulling a cigarette from the pack in the breast pocket of his white button up shirt.
"Excuse me Detective? I was only with one person that night." Ryou looked up from his knees to the detective that sat acrost the table from him.
"You just said that you went to someone. Who was that?" the detective was now staring intently at Ryou.