Lonely
Roxas sat on a small green hill, underneath a shady tree on the outskirts of his small town. He sighed, watching the sun set. A soft wind blew his sandy blonde spikes gently. All was silent around him. Nothing but him and his thoughts.
Roxas was a quiet, inquisitive boy. He watched, his observed, and hardly spoke. He had good friends, but lately,
He had questioned if they were REAL friends.
Sure, he had known Hayner, Pence and Olette since Kindergarten, and they had done friend-type things for him; bringing birthday gifts, throwing surprise parties, matchmaking him with girls to make him happy. But whenever they spoke of problems, whether in family or otherwise, they didn't really seem to care. They just shook it off and dove into their own problems.
Sometimes, his parents wouldn't let him go places with them. That meant that the Monday later, at school, they're laughing and talking about it, completely shutting him out. He had never noticed this before, but now it added to his life frustrations.
Ugh… Roxas groaned, trying to push the negative thoughts from his head. It didn't work. He thought back to when he was happier.
Back in the summer…
It was nothing but friends, laughs, and all the sea-salt ice cream he could afford. He wrote like crazy, ideas pouring from his mind. Even when things got bad, he had his writing to express himself. And Axel.
Axel…
A wild and crazy red head he had met in mid-summer. He was charming, passionate, and pretty damn hot. He showed him many new things, and even helped him find a new way of looking at things. Life was great, and he thought that he had really found his true love in Axel.
Then school came.
His brain snapped back to pre-summer.
He was stressed down by the pressures of family, and 8th grade. The ideas in his head felt like they simply… flew away. All he had on his mind was his grades and his schoolwork. And when he didn't think about that, those thoughts of love that were so abundant in his mind the summer before, were gone. He had nothing to de-stress his mind. His mind had become a blank, and his heart became empty.
When he lay in bed at night, he found no comfort under his covers. He lay in his bed, wide awake, tossing and turning. Nothing to sooth him to sleep but his memories, which always lead to the hardships of his past, and other memories he didn't want to relive.
He wanted to cry….
But the tears never came.
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Author's Note:This is somewhat based on me. I needed to write something, but I got nothing. I need to write. –sniffle, sob-
This is really how I feel! So, sucks, yes. Review, also yes. Why are you still reading this!? REVIEW!!!!