Yami: My computer was confiscated, but now I could use my dad's and finally post this!
Even in his sleep, Axel was never left alone. The gohsts of a past that his soul wanted to forget as much as his heart did, came and penetrated his mind in the form of dreams, nightmares that made sure there was not a single morning he looked in the mirror to see anyting more then a broken redhead with puffy bags underneath his one strartling green eyes that now had a thin layer of dead over them. It was far to much for him to handle, like an invisible hand that slowly built up pressure on his neck, choking him and draining away the little life that still showed in the emerald windows of the soul.
Even more unnerving were the hands of faceless and nameless human beingst, that belonged to the gohsts that haunted him, tracing every part of his body, ignoring the texture of his clothing to torture him in the dreams that followed him every night, as if he'd felt them just yesterday. Yet even yesterday, it had been nothing more then a dream, a memory of a faraway past.
As the green pools, covered by a layer of ice to protect the slumbering remaints of his soul from the cold and cruel world shot open, the boy found himself alone on his couch, in his small apartment while cold sweat and warm, salty tears covered his body.
The room was cold, freezing almost, making Axel reach the conclusion that his old heater had broken down yet again. Just to check, he lazily lifted his hand to flick on the light, a colouful ocean of swearwords slipping past his lips as nothing happened.
He didn't even take the efford to close his eyes and think, to know that his deadline for paying the electricity bill had passed a long time ago. He groaned and looked at the only light that was in the room, the flashing blood-red symbols on his alarm-clock that workerd on batteries thus escaped the cruelty of the electricity company. 04:52.
That meant he had only eight minutes to sleep on. Feeling little for that, he got out of his bed, shuddering lighlty as the chilly air in the room got in contact whith his pale skin. His eyes scanned the pile of garbage in front of him before he fished a remotely clean black shirt, a black sweater that needed washing soon and black, baggy pants that were clean, only because he hadn't wore it since he had washed it, and picked them up.
His room held a fridge, a couch, a table and an enormous amount of piles in which most things should have been thrown away a long time ago, the smell attending Axel to the fact that he should clean up soon. He made his way towards the fridge, opening it to get out some cheese and a bottle of water, the only things that were still in it. He closed the dor before the cold could escape the fridge, since there was no more electricity. He gulped down one fourth of the contents of the bottle and took a bite out of the cheese, not daring to eat more since he would need all the money he had for the electricity. After he placed to cheese and the water back in the fridge, he made his way over to one of the two doors in the room, the other being the exit of the apartment.
As he walked inside the bathroom, which only contained a toilet and a shower, which had a mirror in it. As he put on the hot water, the handle that gave cold water having broken a long time ago, his eyes fell on the mirror that showed him, with a crack running right through the middle of the plate, separating the pale green eyes that glared back at him resentfully. Even though he turned away, after his one-minute shower –to save on the water-bills- he had to face himself yet again, his eyes gohsting across the reflection of the white lines that are carved into the flesh of his right hand. He knew the characters that the ugly scars formed. "P O X", proprety of Xemnas. The symbols were nothing but the abbreviations of the words, mercilesly cut into his back, yet he felt almost relieved as he slid the fingerless gloves over them after he had dressed the rest of his body.
To hide the two small, diamont shaped tatoos right underneath his eyes as well as the bags, he used make-up. When he was ready, he got out of his two-room apartment to get the morning papers he spread through his neighbourhood every morning before going to school, while noting to himself that he had to find yet another job to pay the hire for the appartment, electricity and water, just to keep himself alive just a little longer.
He never heard his alarm clock go off as the red symbols hit 05:00.
And the dogs were barking at the new moon,
Whisteling a new tune,
Hoping it would come soon
So that they could die…
Yami: R&R please! Should I continue?