Hey guys, I know. I shouldn't be starting a new story again but I wrote this a while ago when I was bored at my dad's house and I really wanted to post it cuz I like it lots. It's kind of a long chappie. The other's proly won't be this long. Sadly enough, it's only three pages. XD I'm too lazy to write more. I honestly don't even know why this one's so long. Proly cuz I wasn't planning on posting it before now. XD

"No jokes man. Are you really..." "Yes." "But you're my mentor! You can't start something like that while you're my mentor!" "I was using them before I even met you. Don't be so naive! Idiot..." I walked away. He followed. "Let me try some!" I look over my shoulder to look at him in bewilderment. "I thought it was a very bad thing to do?" He looked at me with puppy dog eyes. "Please? Just a little bit? Just a teeny weeny little bit? Please" He tried. Oh, how he tried. So I gave in. "Fine, give me your arm." He held out his arm gleefully and smiled so childishly. So very childishly. I held the needle to his arm as he shook. "You're shaking." I pointed out. He shook his head. "I'm just cold is all." He still tried. He was so young and innocent. I couldn't...No, I wouldn't. I took the needle from his arm. "Hey! Why'd you stop? He looked angry, but in a childish way. I knew he wouldn't listen to me so I decided to trick him. "This is my last needle. I'll get you something a little more comfortable to take. Just wait here. I'll be back in an hour." I said as I left his house. Yes, his house, his mother's house. I almost got his mother's baby high in her own house when she was home, in the room right beneath his.

I left the house and walked up to the 7-11 and bought a pack of rocket candies. When I brought them up to the cashier, I got a weird look from the woman. Probably because she could tell I'm an addict and here I am, buying candy. When I finally got away from her psycho glare, I went behind the store to crush the candy into a powder and poured it into the baggie I got that's for the 5cent candies there. Yea, that's right, I stole a baggie. But anyway. I tied the baggie shut and started walking back to his place. I was right. It took almost an hour.

When I walked in his mom was just passing by me to go up the stairs. "Oh, Axel, I thought you were here earlier." "I was, I just left about an hour ago to grab some munchies for us." I reply. "Oh, alright. Well, you know where to find him right?" I nod. She walks up the stairs and I follow her up. She walks straight to get to the kitchen while I turn left and walk to the end of the hall to get to Roxas's room. I knock as I open it and see him sitting at the computer, probably looking at porn because he quickly minimizes the window and looks over, looking a bit flushed. When he sees me and not his mother, he relaxed. But just a little.

I hold out the baggie and he looks, amazed. "Do I get all that?" He asked, wide eyed. I snort. "No way, man! You get a couple crumbs. This stuff's expensive!" I pretend. In reality, I only paid 25 cents for the candies but hopefully he won't notice. "Hold out your hand." I say as I open the baggie. He holds out his hand, palm up. "No, the other way, your palm needs to be down." He complies. I then pour a little bit onto the back of his hand. Then he sticks out his tongue and moves his hand closer. I grab his wrist. "Your nose."

He looks confused. "What about my nose?" I sigh. "It goes up your nose. Here, I'll show you." I pour a little bit onto the back of my hand and snort it. "Oh, okay." He attempts to snort the candy but just ends up choking on it. I sigh again, then I put my finger on one side of his nose, holding that nostril shut. "Now try. And do it harder." He does. And it finally works. He looks so proud that he has now snorted his first 'drug' and smiles widely at me. "Now, don't bug me or more." That makes his smile fade. "What? You shouldn't even be doing that anyways. Besides, I'm trying to quit." Right after I say that, his mother bursts in. "Quit what?!" She shrieks as she grabs my wrist and basically throws me out of her little baby's room.

I look up at her, shocked that she had so much power. After all, she is still a woman. Roxas peeks over his mother's shoulder. "Go back into your room, Roxas honey. I'll take care of this." Roxas does as told, he fears his mother's wrath just as much as I do. She grabs the front of my shirt after she hears the door close behind her. "Tell me, Axel, what are you trying to quit? Are you an addict?" Bingo! She hit the nail right on the head. But I wasn't about to admit to it. She would call my parents and I would get the beating of my life and I really wasn't all that interested in having any broken bones anytime soon.

So I decided to lie. I was good at that. "Caffeine. I need to stop drinking caffeine. It keeps me from sleeping at night." Crap! I don't think she's falling for it. Well, I'm boned. She hit my head against the floor. Then she stood up and walked downstairs. She was calling my parents, I just knew it. Roxas opened his door a crack and poked his head out. "You okay?" He whispered. "What do you think? Well, I guess I'm never gonna see you again so...bye." Roxas's mother called for me from downstairs so I got up and walked down. When I got there, she handed me the phone. Yepp, I was going to die today.

I took the phone and answered. "Hello?" "What the hell were you thinking?!" It was my dad. "Drugs?! You idiot! Haven't we told you the precautions? Haven't we told you the horrible stories that involve drugs? Haven't we-" I cut him off here. "I know already! Can we talk when I get home?" I asked, frustrated. "Home? You don't have a home anymore. I'll leave all of your shit in the front yard...Axel." That really hit deep. He never called me Axel. He always had some kind of weird name or nickname for me. "...Dad I-" This time he cut me off. "I'm not 'dad' anymore. To you, I'm Mr. Smith." My eyes welled with tears now.

I lowered the phone from my ear and lowered my head so that hair was in my face. I put the phone down on the coffee table as I walked past. I walked out of the house, staring forward and not going anywhere in particular. Then the waterworks came. I ran to the nearest alleyway I could find and sat down, curled up, and cried. It was ten at night when I finished. I stood and walked to Mr. and Mrs. Smith's house and noted that my stuff wasn't outside like he had said it would be. I decided that either somebody had taken it or 'Mr. Smith' hadn't put it out yet. I was hoping it was the section option, but at the same time, fearing that it was.

I walked up to the door and knocked. My stomach was knotted a million times over and I thought I could hurl right there. Mom answered the door. She barely even got a glimpse of me before I turned around and hurled. My mom held my shoulders once I was finished and pulled me inside. "Y-you're not going to take me to dad, are you?" I asked, a bit afraid of what she might say. "No, he left an hour ago. But he'll be home in a few hours. Here, come lay down. You look awful." She guided me to the couch and made me sit as she pulled off my shoes. She moved my feet so they were on the couch and I was lying down.

She then ran to the kitchen upstairs and got three warm cloths. She came back down and put one on my forehead, one on the back of my neck, and one around my wrist. "Just rest. Why did you throw up?" She looks worried. "I-I was just a bit nervous that d-...Mr. Smith would be here to beat me to a pulp..." I turned my body so my back was facing her. She seemed shocked that I had called him Mr. Smith. "Here, I'll just grab what I need and leave." I stood up and walked into the basement. I found that my room had been torn apart. Dad probably did it right after he got off the phone with me.

I rummaged around until I found a backpack and stuffed it with clothing and the things I knew I would need. I grabbed my wallet on the way out, opening it to see if I could afford a hotel room. I stopped in front of my mom. "Could I borrow fifty bucks? For a hotel?" She ran upstairs and came back down carrying her purse. She pulled out two $100 bills. Then she pulled out a credit card. "I'll pay it off every month. Please try to keep your spending with it low. Otherwise your father will suspect something." She handed them to me. I tried to push them away. "I can't take this much. I just need a fifty. No more." "You need money for food, and a place to stay. You'll probably need it for more than one night as well. So please, just take it. I want to know I helped my son in his time of need." Now I would feel bad if I didn't accept the money.

She shoved them in my hand and let go. I hugged her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Then I heard the car pull up in the driveway. "Shit!" I heard my mom swear silently. "Go, go out through the back door." She pushed me in the direction of the stairs. "Thank you" I said as I ran up. I just got to the kitchen when I heard the front door open. I got to the sliding glass door and tried to open it. Crap! Why did it have to be this door I didn't know how to unlock? Why couldn't it be a different one? I had just gotten the door unlocked when my dad came up the stairs and saw me. Shit, now I had to take the beating. Otherwise he would take it out on mom and say it was her fault. I stopped trying to open the door and dropped my bag.

He walked quickly toward me as I tried to think of anything that might break that I should put on the counter while I took my beating. My cell. I had just put it on the counter when I was punched at the side of my face. I fell to the ground loudly, not letting a sound escape my lips. Then he walked over to me and kicked me in the stomach several times while swearing at me. He continues kicking me in the stomach until I puked and blood came out as well. Then he looked a bit worried. I coughed a bit more before pushing myself up and sitting upright, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Then he looked at me sternly and said two words. Two words that I never thought could hurt so bad. "Get out."

I stood and picked up my bag. I grabbed my phone and opened the door, walking out without saying a word. Little did he know, there were tears ever since I first seen him today. Not because I knew I would be beaten to a pulp, but because I knew I would never get to do those father and son things with him. I loved those. I also loved how close we were. I could tell him almost everything. I could talk about anything with him without being uncomfortable. He was the one who gave me 'the talk'. But the memories made more tears come. I walked down the street, thinking about what had just happened and regretting.

Then I walked into someone. I never even noticed he was there before. When I looked up at him, the first thing I noticed was his eyes. They were red. Glowing. The glowing was unnatural. He reached forward, touching my hair, running his hand down my cheek, under my eye, brushing away the tears. Then I realized what he was doing and took a step back. He took a step closer, getting closer than I could back away. He was probably a foot and a half taller than me. When he kept stepping toward me, I yelled, "Get away from me!" and he stopped. I stopped.

We looked at each other for a minute or two. His eyes seemed to be the only things on his face. The rest of his face was shadowed with his hat. His body was clad in a black robe. I looked him over a bit more and he took another step toward me. I turned and ran, and eventually ran into the one person I never expected to be there. The small boy who was only a year younger than me, with blonde hair and deep blue eyes. I looked away from him and ran as fast as I could before he could follow me or even realize who I am. I never wanted to see him again. Not as long as I was guilty for almost destroying his innocence.

I hid in an alley for the night, not sleeping a wink. I moved in with a boy named Zexion, who was older than me by two years. There was another boy who lived in the same run down apartment building as Zexion. He was the same age as me and lived across the hall from him. I think him and Zexion were friends. The boy carried a strange looking instrument, which he called a 'sitar', almost everywhere he went. I think he said his name was Demyx.