If Atem Lived in my Head

Author's Note (Book2 Sneak Peak)

Thank you to everyone who has followed and read this story. There will be a book two which will be released on January 1st 2020.

This story began as a coping mechanism for the life I was living. Fictional portions were added to this story to help me through it.

The true parts include a drunk mother and little siblings that needed to be cared for. The part about feeling like there are two parts of myself is also true. I often feel a portion of me that never grew up and is still stuck in the abusive household of my step father and mother. I do own the ring Nuni wears and my grandma was the one I described in that scene. The added parts are the yugioh characters; Atem, Yugi, Joey, Tristan , Taya, Marik and possibly others that I forgot to mention.

This story has helped me get through a lot and since moving to California I have found myself not needing to use this to cope anymore but another story has presented itself and so book two will be much lighter on my home life and more story mode because I am now adapting to my own freedoms.

Nuni's exit in the epilogue is very much my own exit from my home. It was hard and without my best friend making the drive with me, I don't think I would have been able to leave.

So to I will add a dedication to this story at the beginning now that it is complete. People describe their lives in chapters but for me this isn't merely a new chapter I feel. It's a whole new book. A new beginning where people who watched me shrink under the pressure of my responsibilities and the exhaustion I didn't know was slowly taking pieces of me away as time went by. I didn't recognize how damaged I was until I no longer had to hold my families world up with a broken back.

Thank you to everyone who has read and commented on this story and who will be tuning in for book 2.

The next book will involve a search and will be a crossover but will Nuni and Atem find each other again?

Here's a hint on the crossover in the form of a poem.

His third eye open wide

Swathed in black and hidden by shadows

The flame the beats inside his heart

He sends out to destroy.

He is one of her escorts

The other

Red and pink

He wears roses in his hair

To remind the young ladies

Feminitiy is not equated to weakness.

Beauty has it's on power and can be just as strong.

Gather your spirit energy and join me for the ride along.

Sneak Peak

California is beautiful. Even in the winter, not like Ohio that is disgustingly cold. I don't know what made me move out here like I did. Like everything was done with and I couldn't be in Ohio with my so-called family for one more minute but whatever it was I was grateful, the way I was living before, it would have killed me. I didn't know how close it was to killing me until I felt the freedom of not having to stress about every second of my life.

I pounded the punching bag. Kick, kick, punch, kick. I haven't been able to train at all in so long my body was stiff. I am aware of every being in the room. The weightlifters. The tool to my left watching me hit the bag with a proper fist and with more power than people assume I have based solely on my height. I am acutely aware of another boy, he feels off. He isn't doing anything. He's clothed in all black, white scarf. His hair is wild pitch black with a white streak. His eyes are intense and they are on me and he doesn't care that I know because when he smirks I know he knows I'm watching him.