Crying

You're crying again.

Stop that.

It… bothers me.

Why?

Why do you keep doing it?

No, I don't hate your crying. It just… bothers me.

What was that?

Why?

Well, I suppose…

Whenever you start to cry, you come to me. You always come right back to me.

Whether it be a beating from our father for not behaving, a mere misunderstanding or snide comment here and there, you hurt. At the end of the day, after you have had your fair share of pain, you come to me and weep it all out.

I know, I know, it's not as though you had any choice in the matter. After all – you have no one else.

Poor thing.

No, that wasn't a comment of remorse, I do not feel sorry for you.

You look so pathetic, sitting there in front of me with your arms at your chest.

And you're crying.

Stop it.

I suppose I'd feel more sorry for you if you weren't such a parasite. Yes, that's what I called you.

Aw, did I hurt your feelings? Good.

Now you know.

Now you know what it's like to be me. To always have to be there for someone who's never returned the favor. I can only be so much. I can only give so much, and I give it all to a person who doesn't even lend me a helping hand once in while… I begin to wonder why I even bother.

Stop crying.

What's that?

My words scare you?

Don't leave?

Don't leave…

Slowly your arms lower themselves to the ground and you begin to crawl closer to me. A gesture that is… mildly disgusting. I can't help but to shudder at your touch as you wrap those fingers around my clothes.

No.

Stop that.

Let go of me, now. Yes, I mean it. Yes, I'm being seriously.

This sad little act you displace. I don't trust you, nor do you trust me. You think I will only be there for you when you're hurting, so you hurt all the time. But my own life is starting to be drained away.

Can't you see what you're doing to me?

I don't even remember the last time I had a decent day of fun, or even just a decent day without you coming along and ruining it all.

Why did I stay so long?

Why do I stay?

Because I fear for you. You always show that if I do not comply, the worse will happen, which I can't allow because I care too much. Yet you're always fine.

Always.

But still, you clutch, you hang on, you fear.

You don't trust that I could care about you without the pain – don't trust that I once loved you.

Well, I've had enough.

Get off of me.

I don't care about you.

I don't.

Why?

What am I to you?

A shoulder to cry on. Someone to run to when you need me.

Need me.

But are you there when I need you?

No. You never are. And you never will be. You don't know how to be there for someone else.

Selfish creature.

No, get off of me. Don't cling like that. Your crying isn't going to change my mind. Stop it.

Stop.

Crying.

Stop.

Fucking.

Crying.

Alright… since you and I share a history, I will admit this… I do feel the strangest sense of satisfaction as I see those big tears roll down your cheek. The fact that you always run back gives me empowerment. At least to one person, I am important.

I always see this when I look at the defeated look displayed when you realize your life is nothing without me.

Too bad.

Because my life is so much better without you.

Yes, I mean it this time. I really do.

You?

What about you?

What about me?

Did you ever consider that?

Your life is being ruined? Your life?

Heh.

I don't care.

I truly do not.

Not anymore, at least.

And it's all your fault. You shouldn't have been such a leech, yami.

Your nails scratch at my arm as I hastily shove you off to the side. I hear you land with shuffling, but I never turn back to see. Still your muffled sobs echo throughout our mind.

And you were supposed to be the strong one…

You are nothing but a parasite. You rely completely on me. What more could you ever be, yami?

What more could you ever be?

What more could I be?

Heheheheheheheheheheheh…

What more could I be?