Twisted-at-heart: I do not own Kingdom Hearts. Nor do I profit from writing fics in anyway. Don't sue; I bite.
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Where am I? Oh, of coarse. How could I forget?
I'm in a river; there is no air.
"Roxas!" I know that voice. It belongs to someone important...
"Roxas! NO!"
Ax..el?
I am breathing. Why am I breathing? Why did he have to find me again? My vision was getting black. I was so close this time.
"Roxas, why?" His voice sounds choked.
"Don't cry Axel," I tell him sadly. I finally decide to open my eyes. They imediately train themselves on the redheaded beauty crouched over my body.
"Axel, you're all wet. Cover up, you could get sick," I tell him sternly.
"Get sick?" he asked in a monotone. "You just tried to... and you're worried about... me... getting..." His dropped off. I hoped he wasn't mad at me.
"Let me walk you home Axel," I demand. It looks like his eyes are about to pop out of his head. I cock my head in a silent question.
"Roxas, I am walking you to my house, where I will procede to watch you like a hawk for the next couple of weeks," he says slowly.
"I'm not a prisoner; you can't keep my locked up where you can watch me 24/7," I tell him spitefully.
"Watch me. I know you're not a inmate; it happens to be called sucide watch, you should know, it isn't anywhere you haven't been before," he says quietly.
He walked me to his house. He makes me take the first shower. Ha ha. Him and Reno haven't found the razor blade taped under the counter ledge. The only reason I didn't do it this way first is because I didn't want to make a mess. Reno and Axel have been so good to me. I carefully peel it up, then grab some eyeliner in the cabinet. Before I finally get it done I write two words on the bathroom mirror: I'm sorry. Then I use the razor to cut. To sever. To rend. Deeper than I ever have before.
The dizziness hits sooner than I thought it would. Good. That means I can be even more confident that Axel won't come check on me before its too late. I hope seeing me dead doesn't freak him out to much.
The back creeps into my vision.
...love you Axel... sorry that I never had the guts to tell you...
Bye...
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