Okay ppl..this is my first Beyblade fic.. I know it's short, but I was extremely bored, and thought of this while I was sitting in my room, listening to music.enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade or any of the characters.

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Alone in a dark, cold room.

No one there except me.

Not that it matters.

It's what I want.

The once white walls are now covered in red.

My once peachy skin is now pale and covered in red.

Not that it matters.

It's what I want.

I released my demons in this room,

destroyed many treasures including my spirit.

Not that it matters.

It what I want.

Does anyone care that I'm here?

Probably not.

I wonder why?

I have always wondered why no one was there

To help me,

To be there for me,

To laugh with me

To play with me,

To see me as an equal.

But it doesn't matter.

This is what I want.

But it seems that what I want,

I can never have.