Terror. Blood. Death. I can't think. I can barely remember to breathe. I'm running, but the heartless will catch me. I know it, they caught everyone else. Gruesome images flash through my mind.
Bodies of friends, mutilated beyond recognition by the army of heartless. The scent of blood overpowering everything else.
No! Can't think like that! I won't end up like that! Sudden pain, then agony. I can't feel my foot anymore! Why am I on the ground? I see heartless. They're surrounding me, clawing, scratching, biting. No! No! NO!
I shoot up, sweating, mouth open in a silent scream, gasping for breath. A nightmare, just a nightmare, a memory, I'm safe, then why can't I shake it off? There's no way I can sleep now, not after that. I try to stand, but I'm trembling so much I fall back onto my bed.
I brush my long silver bangs from my face. I need help, something to calm my nerves. I try to think of someone who could help, but only one person comes to mind. Demyx, the one who cares about people other then himself. He would help me.
Too frightened to care what I'm doing, I get back on my feet, using the wall as support. Next thing I know I'm at his door. I can't remember going down the hall but I'm more concerned about getting to Demyx than the loss of a few pointless minutes of memory.
Fingers shaking, I pull open the door and slip into the room, shutting it behind me. I quickly walk over to the bed whispering "Demyx" to the lump under the covers. I see him stirring as he starts to wake.
As soon as his shoulders are free from the sheets, I latch onto him, breathing in his scent. He smells like the ocean, it's calming. I feel him stiffen. "Zexion?" he questions me. I nod from my place under his neck. "What-?"
"Just hold me," I plead weakly. I know I just have to breath in more of his scent and I'll be better. He doesn't say anything else, but I feel his arms hesitantly wrap around me and I relax.
Right now, I don't care how weak I'm acting. I need this. Demyx slowly relaxes as well and rests his head on top of mine, not saying anything. After a few minutes, Demyx's voice breaks the silence.
"What happened?" The sound calms me further. I consider refusing to answer for fear of sounding weak, but he has a right to know why my behavior suddenly went from cold and uncaring to scared and clingy, especially if the one I'm clinging to is him.
"A nightmare...memories of when the heartless," I choke out a quiet sob, a tear slipping down my face, "when the heartless killed me. It felt real...the pain. I could smell all the blood." I felt better having shared my troubles. It would have only hurt to keep them to myself.
"It's okay Zexy," he soothes, running a hand through my hair. I don't even bother to snap at him for calling me that. Actually...it felt...right that he should call me by a nickname. He was the only one that cared about me. Anyone else would have turned me away for coming to them for comfort. Some might have even mocked me for it, but...not Demyx, never Demyx.
I fell asleep quickly, still breathing in the smell of the ocean. It was the best night I'd ever had since becoming a nobody. The morning found us wrapped in each other's arms, and I wouldn't have had it any other way.
Zexion wasn't too OOC right? Since he was only 6-ish when he became a nobody. Reviews are loved ^^ BTW Zexion and Demyx aren't mine, durp