Little bedtime story's

Chapter 17

Chapter 17: Looking for comfort.

Authors note:

Not every meaning will be used in my book, it's a standard line I place up on every chapter in every book so it's easy for me to remember 😏😘

/mindlink to Yugi/, \mindlink to Atem-Yami\, Letters, Texting, songs, ❤lemons❤, ^^time skip^^, POV, *meanings*, Dreams, Phone calls, Flashbacks.

Sadly the characters of Yu-gi-oh don't belong to me, they belong to Kazuki Takahshi😭, but the story's under the username Thirza-1984 belong to me🤩

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They are fighting again, they always do, and it always goes about me. Mom and dad returned for a visit, and when she sees me in my comfort moment, she gets angry at grandpa and starts yelling at him demanding why I am still at it.

As soon as she starts dad walks out only to return god knows at what time, leaving me with the fighting adults. I hate it!

Grandpa retorts calmly like every year, that it is part of my disability to which mom yells that it is bullshit and I am perfectly healthy. Sigh, it goes like this for 16 years. Mom and dad working abroad, they both taking one week a year off to come and see me during summer vacation, and when they do, all hell with her and grandpa breaks free. I hate this and trying to find more comfort and try to shut out mom's yelling.

Suddenly she yells at me, "Yugi, stop that this instant!" while ripping at my wrist and a loud slap from flesh to flesh strikes my cheek painfully hard. A thousand emotions run through my head, fear, pain, confusion, shock. To name a few. Both grandpa and I look at mom, grandpa more with rage and shock over the fact she had hit me.

I don't know how to handle all the stress and run towards the bathroom where I try to get a grip on myself. Downstairs I hear both mom and grandpa yelling, and this time... grandpa is also yelling. Even it was normal in his day and age, he never reached a finger towards mom since he always believed hitting is the wrong way to punish a child.

I lift my left hand towards my mouth and stick my thumb in it, but then I feel the strike she gave me leaving me confused, how do I calm myself down if she tells me not to? How do I shut them out if my happiness is taken from me? How.... How...how...how....how....how! the questions getting to much for me, and I know I promised grandpa I would not do it again. I reach for the glass he keeps his teeth in at night.

I take it in my hand, look at it long and hard, and then.... A loud clang sounds in the bathroom, confused I look to the wall, "how did that happen? Did I do that?" I ask myself while looking as the glass lays splintered against the counter. As in a trans I feel myself kneeling and looking, I'm looking for the biggest shard, and when I find it, I sit myself down in between the splinters not caring they are biting the skin in my legs.

I look at the shard in my hand and then I do it, I feel the sting in my wrist, I see the crimson blood slowly dripping out, I feel the blood dripping down to the floor, but it isn't enough, I need more.... More...more...more!

"Yugi! What was that noise!" I hear grandpa's voice calling out and loudly he knocks on the door. I ignore it and keep sliding the shard against my wrist, if I can't have my thumb, I will use this. Grandpa knows it, he knows my thumb is my comfort place, and when I need it. He allows me, he allows me to prevent me from cutting.

The pouncing at the door continues, it irritates me, so I press the shard deeper and deeper. And the deeper I cut, the more blood pools out of my wrist, the weaker I start to feel, my head starts to feel lightheaded, I know I need to stop and open the door, but.... I can't, I can't stop all the emotions, I can't stop all the pain, I simply can't stop.