Drabble... i wrote it when I was 12. Enjoy.

Darkness. Darkness. Darkness.

It crept up quickly, swallowing me, engulfing me. I closed my eyes, waiting to be taken away into the oh too familiar pool of pitch black shadows. The evil crept easily into my weakened body, seeping deep into the hollow, emotionless pit that people so commonly call a heart. As my soul gave in readily to the ebony swirls, a small voice, no louder than a faint whisper, rang in my head.

"Why must you torment yourself like this, Riku?" it asked, soothingly, yet seriously, "Why?"

The voice was oddly calming. It was, strangely familiar, yet vague and elusive. I opened my wary eyes, trying to figure out where the small voice came from. The darkness began to creep away, hissing at my sudden refusal. I set my feet firmly on the ground. Slowly I looked around...where was I? There was no light...no obvious marker of location...i was in the void... I was, nowhere...

"...please answer me..."

As the foggy haze lifted from my eyes, i began to recoginize the small tone. It was...him.

Sora.

I looked up, expecting to see the brunet boy standing somewhere near me, staring at me with his usual ultramarine eyes. He...he wasn't in front of me...and yet i could feel his soothing presence close by.

"Sora...where are you?"

"Here. Thats all you need to know..."

"Ah!"

I sat stright up, shaking, gasping for breath. My body was covered in a thin sheet of sweat, my hair slumped down. I sighed, and wiped off my forehead. Slowly, I slid out of my dampened bed, my body shuddering in the cold night air. I walked leisurely to the bathroom door, gently shutting it behind me. I slid up to the miror, and looked myself over.

My hair, silver and graceful, fluttered down to my broad shoulders, bangs brushing in my eyes. My face was extremely pale; more so than usual...from the blood that had rushed away from it. My eyes, still not fully awake, strained to stay open. I was still quite wet, so i decided to step into the shower.

I took off my light green pajama shirt, along with my black boxers. Slowly, I turned on the water, and, after making sure it was a suitable temperature, stepped inside the soothing stream.

I closed my sleepy eyes, and let the water wash over me. My muscles began to relax, and the heat cleared out my sinuses. I reached for the shampoo, and began to lather up my silvery locks with the citrus scented soap.

"...Why..."

I continued to massage the subtance thorughout my hair until my scalp felt rather raw. I stuck my head under the steady stream, and watched as the water washed away the bubbly suds. It was rather amusing actually; the bubbles circled around the drain for a little while until they thined enough to go down. I continued washing myself very calmly, cleaning off the sticky sweat that once covered me.

My mind however, was moving a million miles a minute.

These dreams...

What did they mean...?

Why were they getting to me?

A random drabble I wrote quite a while ago. I think I was 12...

I think there should have been more...but oh well...

anyway, I found it the other day, and decided it was just something i would post.

please, no flames.

they will be used to burn my siblings who bug me constantly...

...back to my point...

I hope you like it!

3 Joanna