The Story of My Life

Pt.4 (Last)

Everything Has Happened
So far..

Everything has happened...
It all came out of nowhere..
Like.. a storm rolling in without warning.
I was losing all my senses

Losing my touch, losing myself to the darkness that threatened to swallow me as a whole.
I clung to the edges of reality, like a plane spiraling downwards.
My head and body felt like shattered fragments, shaking uncontrollably as I was pinned to a hard surface
Unforgiving surface made of metal by someone intent on causing me harm.

He wanted to hurt me, to kick me to the curb and hold me hostage to my own insecurities, all because I hadn't done something he disliked.
He blamed me for everything while I was merely trying to mind my own business, sitting alone at the swing set
Playing with my toy swords as if they were my only friends.

And then he decided to take me, to beat me while I was trapped, unable to move, unable to escape the grip of fear.
The trees loomed overhead, their bark rough and imposing, forming a barrier around me.
I was stuck, a prisoner of my own circumstances.

Where I was now was a question I couldn't quite answer.
It felt like a treacherous place, a mindscape filled with uncertainty.
I found myself floating in a void of blackness, everything dark and heavy.
Yet, in that darkness, I felt a strange sense of safety.
The stars above twinkled like watchful eyes, each one a reminder of the wonders that lay beyond my reach.
I thought I was lost in an imaginary realm, waiting for the light to come and save me.

But then I heard them—strange voices, calling out to me like a songbird flapping its wings in the stillness.
They beckoned me, drawing me closer,
And I held onto the hope that an angel would descend to rescue me from this nightmare.

I was trapped
Slipping away from the air like sand through my fingers.
Until...

"Yuza!! Yuza!!"

"Yuza... wake up! Yuza! Yuza!"

That voice again.
I opened my eyes to see a hand reaching out to me.
It was slowly descending, and I tried to grasp it, but I felt myself slipping back into the darkness.
Everything faded away until I reached a point of reality, gasping for breath as I awoke in a cold sweat.
It wasn't just a nightmare; it was a reality
I had to face.

"My goodness, you're awake..."

An elderly woman looked down at me
Her eyes filled with concern.
As I scanned the room,
I realized I was in a hospital, bandages wrapped around my left eye.
Blood was still fresh on my skin from the injuries I had sustained.
I had been taken in after the attack, rushed to this place for help.

"Where am I...? Why am I in a hospital?" Yuza

I whispered while wondering to myself
Lifting the blanket to reveal the hospital gown I wore.

"Yuza... you're awake... you're okay..." Mokuba

His voice broke through the haze of confusion.
He rushed to hug me
Burying his face in the blanket,
Tears soaking through the fabric.

"It's going to be okay... I'm here now," Yuza

I reassured him..
Though..
I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders.

"I was so worried..." Mokuba

He cried, his voice trembling.
Seeing him in pain twisted something inside me.
I couldn't bear the thought of him suffering because of what had happened to me.

"I'm sorry for worrying you... I feel really bad," Yuza

I said softly.

"You should be! You had me worried!" Mokuba

He retorted, but I could see the relief in his eyes.

"Hey, Mokuba, it's not her fault. It's those jerks who did this to her," Seto Kaiba

He interjected, his voice steady but laced with emotion.
I turned to see him
His face streaked with tears
Mirroring the turmoil I felt inside.

"Seto Kaiba..." Yuza

I murmured, trying to sit up.
But as I moved, my body protested,
I collapsed back against the bed.
Kaiba was quick to catch me with his hands firm yet gentle.

"Yuza... you're okay. Please don't move; you'll hurt yourself," Seto Kaiba

He said, holding me close, his grip protective.

"Kaiba..." Yuza

"I'm so sorry.." Seto Kaiba

He looked at me

"I promise I will protect you. I won't let anyone else hurt you. This is all my fault..." Seto Kaiba

He stuttered

"It has all been done to you. I should have protected you... it's my fault..." Seto Kaiba

He cried into my shoulder
His anguish was palpable.

"Kaiba... don't cry... please don't cry..." Yuza

I pleaded, my heart aching for him.

"It's hard for me to see you like this," Seto Kaiba

He admitted, his voice breaking.

"I'm just glad you're here. You and Mokuba... I'm so glad you came..." Yuza

I whispered, warmth spreading through me as I realized how much they truly cared.
In that moment, I felt a profound connection, like a warm embrace enveloping me, accepting me into their lives.

Seto Kaiba and Mokuba were not just friends; They were family.
I would always be there for them, and they would never disappoint me.

But soon, the harsh reality set in.
Days passed, and I was adopted.
Once again, I was separated from the two who meant the world to me...
Just as I had been from my parents.
The sense of loneliness and depression crept back in, threatening to engulf me.
I had to move on with my life, but the thought of losing them was unbearable.

I was driven away to a mansion, where a nanny, a butler, and a cruel stepmother awaited me.
She was determined to train me against my will, forcing me to become a duelist.
I was molded into a weapon, preparing for a future I hadn't chosen.
My stepmother was a powerful duelist, winning tournaments with ease and crushing her opponents in a single blow.
She had even defeated Gozaburo Kaiba, Seto's stepfather, a man known for his greed and cruelty.

But I was the one who had to decide my own future.
I chose to depend on myself, taking my destiny into my own hands.
I trained hard, wielding my katana with determination, testing my strength, honing my skills, and preparing for whatever lay ahead.

I wanted to know what was best for me, to be strong for myself and for the future.
I refused to let my past define me,
I would fight to become the best version of myself.