A/n: This is a dark fic with an attempt at a hinting at SoNami. With the way Naminè was treated in Chain of Memories, I wouldn't doubt that something like this didn't happen. The cloaked figure is supposed to be anonymous, but I'm pretty sure you all have an idea on who it might be…
Please review; I would appreciate feedback that isn't flames, please.
Warning: Dark, Some blood, Some insanity, Abuse, and hints of SoNami and SoKai.
Disclaimer: Naminè does not belong to me, and neither does Kingdom Hearts. They belong to Square Enix, Disney Interactive, and Tetsuya Nomura.
Too white…
Too bright…
Too bleak…
Naminè stared disinterestedly at the whitewashed floors and walls of the room she was caged in.
No doors…
No windows…
No escape…
She lifted her drawing pad once again, her arms trembling and her fingers shaking.
So tight…
So quiet…
So suffocating…
The crayon she was shading her picture of the all-too familiar brunet snapped in half from the force she was applying to it. She screamed in rage and threw it across the room, as well as the sketchbook she had previously wrapped in her arms.
The silence…
The echo…
The rage…
Naminè laced her fingers in her hair and tugged with all her might, screaming out in pain at the sensation.
My boredom…
My apathy…
My pain…
Her hands twitched and she removed them, the flaxen hairs between her fingers fluttered to the floor. She moaned in pain and stared down at the small speckles of blood on her fingertips.
Please begin…
Please stop…
Please help…
The lightheaded feeling rushed through her body and she swayed. Her spine gave way and she collapsed onto the floor with a groan. The chair squeaked, tipped and moved across the room on its own accord as she groveled in pain.
Save me from this torture…
Save me from my pain…
Please, just save me…
A dark portal erupted before her eyes before she closed them for her much needed rest. The cloaked figure that stepped out stared in disgust at the girl lying on the floor, who was trembling in pain and exhaustion. "What the hell are you doing down there? Get up," the voice commanded, jamming a pointed boot in the tiny girl's side.
Help me…
Save me…
Free me…
She didn't cry out in pain, not even when the pointed heel jabbed at her harder. She was already used to the pain. The person bent down, clenching their fist in the poor girl's hair and lifting her to her knees.
End this pain…
End this torture…
End this pathetic life…
"What do you think you're doing, witch, slacking off like you are?" Naminè stayed silent, not choosing to say a thing or move even a finger.
Where is my savior…?
Where is my hero…?
Where is my prince…?
She felt a jolt of pain in her side and she gasped at the sensation, soon feeling her entire body meeting the floor in a near-lifeless pile of lead. The person cackled in glee at the girl's hurting and left the room without any further comment the same way they entered. The silence seemed to answer for her as she groaned once again.
He is saving her…
He is not saving me…
He is non-existent.
A/n: It is a bit dark, but I am very proud of it. I was struck with this idea while lying in bed and I could not sleep until I had it typed up, spell-checked and presentable. I don't care if you hate it for the poor treatment of Naminè; I personally like it because it is the first dark-fic I have ever been proud of. I am a Naminè fan, so don't start something without knowing the goddamn facts.
Reviews are appreciated! I want to know your opinion please!