Away
Mother and Father are sending me away. They had always used the notion of casting me off and out of this family as a threat that we children had thought was nothing but faux lies but it seems that they were actually considering it and had, in the end, decided on it.
Sissy and Bro were devastated, to say the least. For hours they had cried and held me on the worn out, dirty, carpeted floor of our shared yet naked bedroom. One would coddle my head against their chest and place their chin on top, while the other would grasp my hand tightly and place it to their face, in turn wetting me with the salty liquid. I didn't do anything, really. I just sat there apathetically, occasionally repositioning myself that way my butt would stop tingling thanks to it falling into a slumber.
I, too, wanted to sleep, but I didn't, knowing they'd be exceedingly hurt though I wasn't exactly sure why. Under normal circumstances I would have pushed any person who touched me away. However, we were siblings. We had lived in the womb all together, grown from babies, to children, to teenagers all together as triplets. We were almost exactly identical, too. There were only a few aspects of us that were different, like a different hue of blue in eye color.
Knowing all of this, I understood that falling asleep would devastate the two so I sat willingly, attempting to comfort them in my own way. It was then that he came crashing through the deep, dark stained wooden door, shouting obscenities all the while. He demanded that I get all of my belongings packed and get in the car then tumbled out the same door.
My siblings both shot up and fluttered about the room, helping me pick my things out and shoving them in a pathetic, worn out duffle bag. It was quiet for a while as we all busied ourselves with the task at hand, but eventually Sissy shuffled over to me and wrapped my fingers around the locket she wore around her neck every day.
"Keep it, okay?" she murmured to me, the sad inflections in her voice dampening the atmosphere more. Following this, Bro, too, approached me and handed me a tattered base ball, saying something along the same lines.
This time mom stormed to the door frame, that ever occurring cold, stony glare present on her face. She stated that I was a nuisance to the family and that I had better leave before I left even more of an impact on my sibling's lives.
"That's not true. We will always love you." Sissy cried after me as I was ripped out of the room and down the stairs by my mother's tight grip around my hand. She threw me into the car that father was already waiting in and stepped back, stance rigid.
"You are going to the place you belong now. I hope you find some kind of life worth living there. Goodbye, son." She cawed before shutting the car door and turning her back on me. I looked out the window and took the last glance of my home I'd ever see. As we drove away I saw that Mom, the ever-cold and uncaring figure I'd grown up with was wiping tears away. Why?
"Let's get this over with." muttered my Dad. And, like that, I was taken away. That's all I really remember about my past. The rest is just a blur…
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AUTHOR'S NOTE
This is an introduction to a fan fiction I was going to write about Roxas being taken to some kind of help center. I have yet to find inspiration to write anything else, so I think I'll just leave this as a one-shot of sorts, though it doesn't make much sense, lol.