Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me. How many times has he repeated this? Trying to convince himself that it wasn't a lie.
But it was. No matter how many times he reiterated the saying, he knows better than to believe those empty words.
Everyday words are thrown like fists at him. Just cutting deeper, leaving scars that will never heal. They cut deeper than any knife could. Same story, with the same protagonist, just a different name and new enemies.
Demyx stripped off the leather clothes and stepped into the bathtub. As he submerged his head he couldn't stop the bittersweet smile. Remembering the rush of freedom and control that he had experienced while watching the blood flow down his somebodies arm. The feel of security and peace as the ocean cradled him to sleep after stepping off the bridge. Knowing he'll never have to go back.
Demyx's head popped up above the water as he came back to the present.
He reached for the razor. But, even that didn't help anymore. Everything was numb except for the heart that wasn't suppose to exist. His breath was labored as he clenched his chest and dropped the blood-stained razor. There's suppose to be no feeling at all! Why was he experiencing the heart-wrenching pain?!
After drying off and re-dressing, he sat in his stark room. The only company being his detached thoughts and the sad melody coming from his sitar. Looking out at Kingdom Hearts, he couldn't his thoughts from spiraling even further down and the nauseating pain that filled his entire being.
If this is what it felt like with only the memory of emotion, then he didn't want a heart to feel the full extent.
A/N: Please R and R! This was written in ten minutes and I don't own anything.