Testing Destruction -- -
»SORA«
It wasn't always run and run and run and scream and don't look back and run some more. It wasn't always run and hide and scream at the shadows and be afraid to open your eyes. It used to be different. It used to be like a dream, if you think about it now, while you're sitting in a pool of your own blood, putting pressure on your bleeding wound and leaning against an old building that you're holding up as much as it's holding you.
It wasn't always fight and fight and fight some more. It used to be sleeping on beaches and swimming in shallow, clear waters and building rafts and drawing in the sand with your friends. It wasn't always wondering about tomorrow then realizing it had been tomorrow for two hours already. It wasn't always waking up and grabbing for the handle of your keyblade in the middle of the night because you had a dream that wasn't what it seemed. It used to be smiles and laughs not tears and screams.
It wasn't always testing your strength for the next fight when you were already drained. It used to be fighting Tidus and Selphie and trying to beat Riku, but failing miserably, when he was holding back. It wasn't always hiding from silhouettes. It used to be smiling and laughing with the girl who made your heart flutter and laughing when she made her hands look like a rabbit on the wall at sleepovers.
It wasn't always constantly wrapping your wounds with bandages and hoping the next heartless wouldn't tear it off and re-open the gash. It used to be putting on Spiderman band-aids and having Kairi kiss your paper cut. It wasn't always waking up crying because you just had a dream about what your mom could be doing right then; what she was thinking and if she was missing you like you missed her. It used to be sneaking out at night and getting phone calls on your cell from your mom telling you to be home by five because you have to get ready for school, then you telling her it's Saturday, and it's summer.
It used to be smiles and laughs and tears of joy and pina-colada slushies and coconut cream pies, home made by Riku's mom. It wasn't always searching through garbage cans and hoping to find something that wasn't already half-eaten and rotten. It wasn't always stealing money from drain pipes and buying crapy-tasting, unidentifiable food that barely killed that grumble in your stomach, telling you that you need food.
It used to be coming home from Riku's house after four days of not going home to find your goldfish dead because your dad forgot to feed it again. Now, it's walking down the streets and seeing dead bodies being consumed by heartless at every corner. It wasn't always running from your problems because you're only fourteen and you can't handle this yet because you miss your mom and your best friends and you just want everything back to normal.
It wasn't always this or that. It wasn't always wondering why the night was black and why, now, the day-time sky seemed so much the same. Because, once upon a time, this was a fairytale, not a nightmare.
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this is my fic for synthetic's
challenge.
if I did anything wrong, since I
never looked at the rules, let
me know and I'll write a new
one or something :)