This is crappy. Like way crappy. Like I'm really bored but want to write in a crappy way. This is taking place sometime after KH, Kairi's Point of View. She's thinking of the two boys: Riku and Sora.
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It had hurt so much when both of you left me. Like a part of my heart broke and the both of you took a piece. Something had left me, you had left me. No matter what, you promised we'd always be together. What happened? Not only to me, but to us? Things will never be the same, I often find myself dreaming of things that will be. But dreams are only dreams, things that mess your mind up form the brink of reality.
Kairi stood in front of the school's mirror. A foreign girl stared back at her, someone she did not know. He eyes filled with tears and she forced a smile. It looked fake, sarcastic. Kairi frowned again and let the tears fall from her cheeks. She unzipped her backpack form the floor and took out a small, unsharp knife from the very bottom.
Kairi stood back up again and leaned over the sink. She raised her pink sleeve to her elbow and scanned the scars from before. They were still scabbed and deep even though they had been there for a month. Others were more newer, still infected.
Kairi moved the point of the knife about the rest and dug deep. She drew blood, and dug deeper. More dark crimson blood rose and formed small tear-like drops and slid down into the skink. Kairi dug deeper still, then let go after the pain began to rise.
Kairi washed the knife off and set it back into her backpack. She felt the new scar on her wrist and brought her wet finger to her eyes. She liked the blood, not liking the taste, but thinking of them. Like somehow torturing them in a demonic, disturbed way.
After all, it was their fault she was like this.