I randomly decided to experiment with a journal format for writing, and this lovely little piece was born. It's nothing special, but I have a strange fondness for it.

10:00 am - My brother's gone. I sent him to stay with a friend. I have to be alone. I have to deal with this by myself. I won't let him defeat me.

10:31 am - I'm still hearing a voice, though supposedly everyone's gone. I don't care what he has to say. One of these books holds the secret to destroying him. I know it.

10:43 am - The picture is watching me.

11:02 am - The voice has stopped. Someone's walking around upstairs. I locked the library door.

11:27 am - These books are useless. I'll try the back room.

11:30 am - I might find something here. These books deal with dark things. The door slammed when I entered.

12:14 pm - He's found the power tools. He can't get into the locked case though. I hear him pacing directly above me.

12:26 pm - The general volumes are not very cooperative. Some won't open, or turn the page before I'm ready. Maybe I should look for something more specific.

12:55 pm - I can't hear him anymore. Someone in the library is screaming. I have to check.

12:58 pm - It's empty. The door is still locked. It must have been a book.

1:03 pm - His portrait is bleeding.

1:11 pm - There's banging in the next room. He thinks he can break through the wall. I put the bookcase in front of it.

1:24 pm - The books won't leave the shelves any more.

1:26 pm - The banging got louder. I'm back in the main library. Th edoor to the back room is blocked.

1:37 pm - Something bit me. There's blood.

1:52 pm - He was at the window. I saw him before he disappeared.

2:09 pm - The door rattled. It's bulging toward me.

2:13 pm - That's not the way out.

2:18 pm - The door to the other room flew open. It's empty.

2:25 pm - The hinges are snapping. I can hear him laughing. Blood is running down the candles.

2:30 pm - He's in.

Seto Kaiba was found dead in his library, having slit his own throat. The windows were boarded, doors locked from the inside. This journal page was clutched in his hand.