A/n: Ok, I know that I'm currently working on 'The Sleepover', but I'm currently into writing a sad story. And from the fifth chapter of 'The Sleepover', thank you so much LDRL and AkuDemyfan! I did get it figured out. (I'm so happy!!!) Also, just so you know, this is written in Axel's perspective. So here it goes! Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts. If I did I know, for a fact that I would have a lot of head aches. Let's just say a story I currently writing outside of this is really confusing.
Alone
Prologue
I sat there, confused. I didn't quite know what was going on. All I did know was that a boy, not much younger than me, lay dead in my very arms. I was the one who had seen him fall to the ground. I was the one to pick him up to see if he was ok. I was the one to listen to his final words, to hear his last breath. I was the one to see the life leave from his face. And the saddest part of all? I didn't get the chance to say good bye to my best friend. The irreplaceable. Roxas.
An Hour Before
I stood to the side with my back against the wall. I watched the battle before me, horrified. My best friend was fighting an incredibly huge Heartless. My nonexistant heart faltered every time the Heartless swung its gigantic arm at Roxas. I knew for sure it would all end with one swing. Luckily, Roxas dodged them all while getting in some good shots himself.
I wanted to help him so much, but my body was frozen. I couldn't help my friend. In reality, the fight probably lasted for only a few more minutes, but to me, it was like an eternity.
Roxas dug the keyblades into the chest of the Heartless. It howled in pain. It's eyes found Roxas, who had left the keyblades in its chest, he thought it was all over. That was his mistake. Its yellow eyes were bright yellow in rage. The Heartless knew it was going to disappear, but it wasn't going down without a fight.
Its large arm swung out and slammed Roxas in the back as it disappeared into the shadows, gone forever. But Roxas flew across the ground and landed in an unmoving heap.
I was released from whatever held me frozen in place and ran to my friend, but it was already too late.
"Axel..." he said weakly.
I wanted to say something, good bye, anything, but I could see the light leaving his face. In a second, his eyes were dull; never to light up in one of his cheerful smiles again. Not ever.
A/n: Most of my stories I've been writing at school are in first person and they're pretty good. So, I decided to write one on here. I hoped you enjoyed the prologue. Please review!