After Love
Chapter 1:
Key of Ice
Sora was standing in an field of ice, nothing was around for miles, except for ice. It was so cold, cold enough that his entire body was numb. Sora took a deep breath of frosty air, feeling nothing, a sweet relief from the usual internal pain and sadness he felt. He held the breath in, feeling the muscles in his chest expand, then breathed it out, watching the warm steamy air disappear into the cold.
But something was wrong. Sora heard his name being called, but there wasn't anybody in sight. The calling got closer, and soon it seemed like it was coming from right beside him. "Sora…Sooorrraaa….Sora…SORA!" SLAM.
Sora sat up with a jerk, eyes blurry from sleep and confusion. But the giggles soon tipped him off, and the confusion was quickly replaced by fear. He had fallen asleep in algebra. Again. He quickly tried to remember what his teacher, Mr. Bick, had been lecturing about when he had dozed off. "Umm… yes Mr. Bick?" Sora asked, putting on his best innocent smile.
"Would you kindly pay attention, and answer the question," sighed Mr. Bick. He was used to Sora's, affectionately called, 'sleep attacks'. "And next time you're listening to your Ipod in my class, could you hide it a more creative way?" smiled Mr. Bick. "And by creative, I mean better."
Sora gave a small, quick smile, "I'll try to keep that in mind, now what was the question?"
***
Later that day, Sora was in English, one of the most boring subjects, in his opinion. He was good enough at writing that he could easily pass the class without having to listen to Ms. Hinds annoying voice. Sora was currently staring out of the window, watching the wind blow the dead tree limbs every which way.
But, it wasn't just that the subject was easy, it was something that Ms. Hinds had done.
"Hey Sora, could you turn your chair and face me, please?" said Ms. Hinds, whose voice made it seemed as if she was high. Which she probably was, considering her tendency for lack of organization and randomness.
Sure bitch, as soon as you burn in hell. Thought Sora, causing a slight smile to appear on his face.
"…See class, can't you enjoy this article like Sora?" said Ms. Hinds, obviously mistaking the meaning of Sora's smile, and continued reading the article aloud. Between every couple of words, Sora inserted private commentary about her.
"…and using his-"
Fist to crush your skull in.
"…but violence didn't solve his problems. So she-"
Joined in with him, and they both started to kick your ass.
It continued like this for a small time, with the occasional comment about what the writer meant for the reader to notice in this sentence, all of which Sora already knew. But then Ms. Hinds let the students have free time for the rest of the period.
Sora used to use this time to talk with his friends, especially Riku, but that time was gone. Now most of the students avoided him, knowing that he didn't want any of their pity. Thinking of Riku made his heart hurt, and tears started to cloud the edges of his vision.
No, not here, not in front of everybody… I can't let them see me cry. Thought Sora, trying to hold back the tears. Please no, I can't let them see me weak again. And suddenly, his mind was drawn back to the dream from earlier that day. Will the ice come back? Sora thought, I might as well try.
And closing his eyes tightly, and trying to cast his mind back to the numbing cold from that dream. At first, it didn't make any difference, but then first slowly, then at a faster pace, Sora noticed that the hole was starting to be filled again, numbing the pain, and making the tears go away.
Ok, now I just need to keep this up 24/7, and maybe I'll finally be strong enough to get over It.
Sora was suddenly startled out of this thought by the ending bell ringing. It was finally time to go home. That used to be a good thing. But now it was just a house with people that Sora knew didn't really care. Now home was his small room, where he could just be himself for once.
Sora sighed, and got up from his chair, and started the lonely journey to his locker. Once he would make this trip with Riku, but now he was forced to make it alone.
The halls were crowded, full of people pushing each other out of the way to get to their lockers. But as Sora headed out of the door, a sudden bubble seemed to come into existence, and in the center was Sora.
Usually this would reopen the internal wound, and cause Sora to feel even more alone than usual. But since Sora was still concentrating on the ice, it was just an action that the now emotionally-detached Sora noticed.
***
"Hello?" said Sora as he opened the door to his home. Home? Ha, it's not my home, it's just my house. Home is a place where people care about you. He thought as he waited to see if anybody would reply.
Nobody replied. So home alone again, huh? Well this won't be a first for Yuffie. Yuffie was his older sister, who had taken care of Sora after their parents had been killed when Sora was 9, and he was now 16.
Yuffie had honestly tried for the first couple of years, but now she was trying to pick up her social life, she said it had nothing to do with Sora, but Sora knew that it didn't just happen to be the same time as It.
Thinking of It caused Sora's ice shield to get cracks. He tried to keep up his ice, but It was too powerful of a memory, Sora's minds was reluctantly dragged back to that disastrous day.
O boy, next time's gonna mostly be the memory, and a very exciting one:) Please review, and favorite:D
~Bulletmeds