February 11,2005
I'm not sure where this story came from. It just popped into my head. I meant to post something on the ninth cause it was Chinese New Years and it's now the year of the Rooster! Yay! It's my year!
The song used here is from Three Days Grace. It's called "Just Like You"
Disclaimer: Do you own Kingdom Hearts? You do? I don't... I have "the (c) to Kingdom Hearts" on my wishlist...
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Darker
By Paopu Dreamer
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I stumble in the hallway. It was midnight and I had just come home.
No…
This place isn't home. Home is a place where you're comfortable and safe. I'll just call it my house, my realm.
Snores came from my parent's room at the end of the very long hallway. One was a strange, deep one while the other one was a bit of a whistle. I lowered myself to my knees and began to crawl. I didn't notice the snores stopped. I kept on crawling just so I wouldn't trip, hoping I wasn't going to bump into anything, or as my old-babysitter would say anythag. I letout a snicker and bumped into something. I knew what it was and felt the color disappearing from my face.
It was him.
My father. I started to bit my lip, holding back a sob.
"Riku? Why were you out so late?" he cooed. He bent down and tickled my chin.
"I've been waiting for you…" he chuckles and a deformed smile spreads across his face. My father stood up and ruffled his curly, brown hair.
"I guess I could carry out your punishment in your bedroom…" Mumbling, my father paced for a few minutes. Then he stopped in the middle of a stride, bent down and grabbed my wrist. He pulled me up halfway and dragged me to my door. He opened the door with such force, it hit the wall, bounced back and my father had to push it open again.
I let out a groan. "No…"
As I was thrown onto my bed, my father shut the door carefully and locked it. He hopped into the bed, on top of me. He was kneeling on my legs and his hands were pushing my arms down. I was sinking into the mattress and light blue covers. Then, he let go of my wrist and started to fall onto me as if he was skydiving instead of crushing me under his weight.
For a second, he lied there like he was asleep. I closed my eyes as I felt him suck at the skin on my neck. I felt weak there. The only thing in my head was fear. I hated that.
…I could be weak...
…I could be senseless…
My father moved up and was soon on my lips. For a second, I felt like escaping. But there was nowhere to go. I heard scraping outside the room. The door swung open with a long squeak. A silhouetted figure stood in the hallway. My father got off of me and I let out a sob. I knew I wasn't supposed to but I did anyway. Slouching, my father shuffled out of my room. My mother walked out of the hall and drew closer to me. She had a mother look on her face. It was like she was going to try comforting me, but I knew better. A shiver went down my spine.
…I could be cold…
She slapped me, growling, "You weakling!" She hit me over and over again. Over and over, they came, making my bruised skin even darker.