Blood trickled down the edge of my lip and onto the ground as silent as my ever-flowing pain. 'My life has always been a hell hole, even when I change school's because I brought a knife to school and threatened to end my existence right there- scaring half the student body.' I thought, biting back the aching pain I felt and stood to face the person who punched me. "Do it again if I bother you so much. That's what THEY always do, you follow their path." I said something for the first time since I transferred a week ago. The spiky red head looked annoyed. "Kid, stop while you can, or else you'll regret all those scars. Your not worth the kill." 'Of course not' I thought angrily, turning around and beginning to leave school grounds to go to work. "Wait! What's your name?" The red head's voice questioned, his scent getting closer to me. "Zexion, It wont mean much though, I never respond." I ran before I head his answer, I really didn't care what he was going to tell me. NOTHING anyone said or did would ever help me. There has never been anyone important in my life, all my family tells me its my fault for my twins death, and I really believe them because if it hadn't been for me Ienzo never would have gotten hit by that car on the first day of school in the first grade. Sigh. Well, I talk to Ienzo everyday anyway; my brother will forgive me no matter what I do.
As I quietly walked into the bar that I worked at, I could see that it was already packed with chatty females and drunk males having a good time. "Hey, Zex. You made it!" The gruff voice of my only friend, Vexen, yelled, turning many heads. The eyes that stared at me seemed very cruel indeed. "Hey." I say, beginning to walk over toward Vexen at the bar. "Any luck at the new school, Zex?" He asked quietly, putting his arm around my shoulders loosely. "None" Vexen didn't pry, and that's what I liked about him and that was why we got along. "So, you still playing guitar?" Vexen asked, coolly changing the subject. "All the time. Written several new songs that I don't even want to sing or I'll kill myself." I smirked as Vexen laughed quietly, pushing me into the kitchen to cook. I was really tranquil at work, but tonight I felt very uneasy, like something bad was going to happen. 'Ienzo, I really hope I can join you soon, I miss being able to read your feelings and you knowing what I'm going to say without me having to say anything.'
Work ended quickly, and I began to walk the usual 7-block walk toward my house and frankly my parent's house. Still the feeling grew worse and worse, making my stomach churn and my lungs tighten; making it hard to breathe. Something terrible was going to occur, I just needed to know what it was. As these thoughts went on it begun to rain. Light at first, but within seconds the once gentle whisp of rain turned into down pour weather soaking me within a few minutes. My body began to shiver uncontrollably, trying to shake off the cold. My stomach gave a huge lurch as I began to cross the street a block away from my house… then, blackness and excruciating pain overcame me, and an overwhelming pressure was on my chest. None of my body would respond, and my eyes were glued shut by an unnamable source. Screaming could be heard by me, but I couldn't respond and the pain felt so bad it wanted to scream. I couldn't. What the Hell was going on? Was…I …dying? My heart lurched…Stygian darkness followed.
