Frozen Solid
I am sitting here, shivering in the cold, sniffling, and sobbing. The cold is unbearable.
There is nowhere for me to run. I am trapped in this room full of whites and blues.
I am trapped...
I can't see any escape...
This is the first time in my life where escape isn't an option for me.
I look everywhere, but my vision is becoming blurry. I curl myself up in balls in order to block out the coldness that come rushing in through me, but it proves useless. All my effort, any kind of activities that I did in order to keep myself warm-- in order to produce more body heat...prove useless.
I can't remember why I'm here. I can't even remember when. Ever since I've regained my consciousness, I already found myself here. In this cubicle of a room field with nothing but large cubes of ice. Ice and ice...everywhere... and all I could see is the distorted images of myself. The blond hair that has become hazy... I can't even differentiate or even tell out my blue eyes... Is that even me? Why am I seeing two figures?...
Wait...
I'm all... alone in this room... right...?
The last time I looked...
I'm all alone...
But there's... another figure...in blacks, behind me... under the reflection of the ice wall in front of me.
Where am I exactly?
A huge refrigerator?...
Who... who?
I can't even move...
My body is covered with ice... It feels like... my blood has become solid...
And I hear footsteps...
Thud.
Thud.
"Hey, Roxas." A smirk.
"A..." I shiver. I can't even close my eyes anymore... I feel tears bursting out...but they immediately become ice on my cheek. "Ax...?"
It's cold... even his grin is cold... I can't move no matter how much I wanted to.
And I hear a crack as Axel moves my fingers... I see my fingers pulled apart from my hand one by one... but I don't feel anything. I can faintly see my finger bones... And the blood that has grown solid...
And I don't feel anything anymore... nothing...
No sound.
No pain.
Numb...
Serene.
A resounding maniacal laugh.
That dead body...
Those beautiful cerulean eyes opened wide.
Frozen Solid.
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Short. Don't ask me why I always kill Roxas. It's one of my moods again and I'm sickly... sick... so... yeah...
Hope you enjoy.
Sorry Roxas. D:
Love.
