The car was driving about twenty mph, on the highway. I was bored out of my mind as of five hours ago. And that was after the ten hours of the train before. My IPod had died over nine hours ago, and I already read of all the books I had brought with me. I really hated my life right now.

"Roxas, sweetie, stop beating your head on the window. Remember what the doctor said? We don't want to make the habit any worse, now do we?" Mother's voice had gotten a tone more bitter sweet than the last time she spoke.

Now I suppose you're wondering why I'm taking this trip, right? Well, it's kinda a long, retarded story. All I'll say now is I really regret waking up that one day…more than anyone would think.

My friends were your normal, typical, lazy assed bastards, really. I was part of a gang called 'Hell's Worst Nightmare.' We did drugs, mugged people, and even murdered people who got in our way. I was second in command, next to Seifer. I killed at least three people. One was one of my best friends because they turned me into the police for being in the gang. One thing you should know; Don't mess with us.

I have a criminal record of breaking and entering, stealing drugs, and erratic behavior. It's a bad rep, but y'know, take life as it comes. I never thought I'd end up going to a big, lock down security prison at 15, but I guess shit happens like that. I was caught with possession of bloodied weapons right after killing my friend. They found my drug stash as well, and put me straight in jail. I was let out at 17 for 'good behavior.' Yeah, sure, me? Good behavior? Chya, better luck finding a hippo that isn't fat.

I'm 18 now, but I'm not n a car for going back to a new juvi. I'm moving to a new town. Someplace called Destiny Islands I believe? Ah, wateve's. Screw it, sounds gay anyways. Who names a place Destiny Islands? Some gay old fartbag who lives with his dear Mummy I s'pose. I hate beaches, I really do. They're too bright and all those sluts live there to have guy's oogle over their fine bodies. They can all die, along with the guys who do that too.

Me? Yeah, I'm as straight as you can get. I find all guys repulsive and retarded. Seifer was just a bud, along with the other guys. I can't imagine people being gay or lesbians. I never really liked guys or girls, much. Normally I've been high when I've ever kissed a girl, even a guy a few times. I know it's weird, but c'mon! I'm high for God's sake! I'm lucky if I remember how to breathe!

Well, as for the reason I'm moving to the God forsaken island, I did a few other things I'm not proud of. One includes pushing my teacher out the window on the fourth floor, in front of the street that's always busy. The others………well, you'll find out soon enough.

Either way, I came from Twilight Town, which is very far from 'Dick'ny Islands. That would be why all my stuff is neh dead or done. For me to even look at a book is rare so I was really bored. It's taken us a ten hour train ride and a five hour car ride so far. Next is a fairy ride across water to get to the island. Damn travel agent…..

As for the reason my Mom is yelling (more like annoying me in a sweet manner) for hitting my head on the window, I'm not so sure. You see, we just met my new doctor, and he said I should stop hurting myself and those around me. I s'posedly have anger issues. Who ever would have guessed? I have also tried to commit suicide quite a lot of times, but only gotten as far as ending in the hospital for six months.

I also cut myself and hurt my elf in a lot of ways. I took anger out on myself or those around me. I was your typical teenager with anger issues. But, I knew how to really hurt people.

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We got to the fairy and my Mom drove onto it. We parked the car and she got out to stretch her legs and go to the bathroom. Another hour will go by before I even see land, I think they said. Please, shoot me now! I'm begging you!

I'd love to shoot myself, but I'm not allowed around weapons if my Mom knows. I also can't even cook with sharp objects… Shows what happens when you find a way to almost kill yourself with a cooked spaghetti noodle.

Really, give me anything and I can find one way or another to kill myself with it. It's something I learned from my million and one jail mates and other resources.

Don't me wrong, I might not be able to with a…..wait, I can't think of anything. Never mind, I guess. If I ever do, I'll say it to your face, got it? Good!

When I was three, I found a butcher knife on the counter. I found it so fascinating, and I cut my whole forearm on my right arm. I had to get surgery done on it and had to get fake skin there. I can't feel a thing on that part now, but it looks just like real skin and feels just like real skin. So unless you stab a knife really far down and past the layers of fake skin, I won't feel a single thing.

But anyways, I stayed in the car the entire trip, and got my Mom majorly pissed at me 'cuz I locked her out of the car. Her face was hilarious! But I know I'm screwed when were out from the public world. Oh well, not like I can't take the pain.

Either way, it ain't fun being yelled at for three hours by a mom who can't even be angry. She talks in a bitter sweet tone that would hurt a fish's ears. It makes me wanna puke all the time when she uses it.

Well, she's back in the car so now I'm just going to have t not give eyes contact. Good for me, I never do. I hate looking people in the eyes, it makes me think I can't lie. Even though if there were a medal for lying, I would get them all 'cuz I'm just THAT good.

The fairy finally stopped on a dock and me and my Mom drove off. It was a small beach, which was clear. I rolled down my window to spit out gum, then nearly chocked when I smelt it. I didn't know what it was, but I almost died!

"It's called fresh air, sweetie. You'll get used to it eventually. You need it a lot anyways. Dr. Caign said it would do you a lot of good and will clear your mind and spirit." Her voice almost made me want to puke again, but I held it down, counting the fact I haven't eaten in six hours.

We drove for a few minutes, and pulled up to this fair sized house. Smaller than our old ones, but it was pretty nice. I hated it.

I had to start unpacking the car and walked to the room I was told was mine, Boxes of my crap was already in there. I just needed the chance to unpack it all, and my room would be my sanctuary again. It was bigger than my old room, so I was happy. The window had no drape so I was going to have to fix that.

The room was fairly dark, excluding the window light. I liked it, it felt… comfortable. As for the rest of the house, and the island, I had only one thing left to say before I would shot myself with a coconut.

Welcome to Hell, Roxy.