I'm alone. Alone in this white room. Alone, without someone at my side, without someone to speak to, without contact to other people. Until you came. You came every day to speak with me. Every time I lost myself in your voice, in your blue eyes and in your blond hair.

I wanted to touch you, to feel your breath, to feel your warmth, but that thick glass kept you away from my reach.

This glass that was my grid, the white rubber walls that held me here, but your voice that came to me through the speaker, gave me the feeling to be free.

You always visited me at the same time. You came at 3 pm and you left at 6 pm. Those three hours made me happy, gave me hope and safety.

You talked to me, laughed with me; even so you knew the reason I was here. Here in the Closed. You knew about my illness, my obsession, my urge to taste blood. And yet you came.

But one day… only one day you didn't come to visit me. I was sad. I wanted to see you. I wanted to hear your voice. I wanted to see your blue eyes. I wanted to see your smile.

One day turned into two days. Two days turned into three days. And three days turned into three weeks.

I got sadder, even depressed, I got lonelier. Your voice, your laugh was burned into my head and doesn't want to get out.

Then the guard came, who always brought you to me.

"Where is he?" my voice was empty and my eyes looked into the distance.

"He won't come. He won't come ever again" her voice echoed through the speaker and was ice-cold.

"Why?"

"He isn't here anymore. He was hit by a truck three weeks ago. He was dead immediately."

And then she was gone.

I began to tremble, to cry, to whimper. The hot tears burned my skin, burned on my clothes and turned the ground on which I was sitting gray. I wanted to see nobody. I only wanted to see you, but I know I couldn't. I wanted to be at your side, but I couldn't.

One day I was brought to another room. Here in the institution where I was, we called that room: Chamber between the worlds.

I was guarded by two guards which were well armed.

On the way I could hear two other guards talking.

"Did you hear the thing with the little blond boy, who was hit by a truck?"

"The one who visited our `Special one´?"

"Yes. That one. The poor boy. It was said that the drive hade committed hit and run and the little one died directly"

My body started to tremble again.

"And our `Special one´ is now going to the Camber", one of them laughed.

"Then he will see him again"

"As if. Our little red-head will never see him again. For people like him there is a special place. It's called Hell"

He laughed out of the top of his lungs. My mind went blank.

I throw one of my guards to the ground, took his knife and killed my two guards by slit open their necks. I also killed the other two guards by open their artery. Other guards came.

Everything was red. Blood red. Separated limbs were scattered everywhere and intestines were hanging on the walls. My illness, my obsession to taste blood got the control over my body, soul and mind. I killed everything. Every guard, everyone who was in this building. Only I was left. Only I was alive. And I hated it.

I want to see you. I want to feel you. I want to hear your voice. I want to feel your breath. I want to feel your warmth.

I placed the knife at my Adam's apple, before everything became deep red.

I love you, Roxas.