Prologue 00
It was dark down in the basement- no one knows exactly what happens down there, but they all say that it's a dangerous place to be when you're alone. Of course rumors never really were true to begin with, or perhaps it was derived from the constant sobbing and howling of a little boy- or girl? Not many people can tell, but as far as anyone else is concerned- the crying had ceased since the week before.
No one knows why, no one knows who it is, and no one knows whether that person (or thing?) was still alive or not.
But now and then, as some brave men walk down the stairs into the empty space bellow; pictures and posters of a white faced boy would present itself haphazardly glued on walls, some on the floor- flyers, sketches and beautifully adorned parchment paper. All with his or her face- as said earlier, they really couldn't tell.
The being was beautiful, and all the same broken.
If only they knew, maybe just maybe he (or she?) would have been salvaged.
If only they knew.
"Shh…you're going to be alright." She stroked his hair, caressing his face with her other hand. She was doing her best to shut him up, to stop him from crying- telling him things were going to be fine, even if her lie was as obvious as the truth. "You're going to be fine, so be still, be silent. I'm here, I always will be- hush" She cooed into his ear like a melody made to entrance, and somehow he wanted to believe her, but as far as he was concerned
He was dying- and Demyx just wishes she knew.
A/N: Nothing to A/N about, but since everyone does it, what the hey!