Prologue

They say that everyone has their own amount of unhappiness in their life. They also say that how you handle it and what kind of person it turns you into depends on how much happiness you have. While I won't say I like unhappiness by any means, I don't think I would like the human race if there wasn't at least some unhappiness in the world, because then we wouldn't technically have happiness.

Am I making any sense?

I didn't think so.

Sorry, I tend to ramble like that. It doesn't take much to get me distracted and off topic.

What was I going to tell you? Oh yeah! This is another one of those "This is my story, so glad you have the time to sit an listen to me ramble about how much my life sucked before that one special person came into my life and fixed it for me" stories. Sort of, anyway. Wow, that was a mouthful. Well, if you're still interested in listening, then by all means sit down and listen. If not, I'm not going to handcuff you to the chair. I learned my lesson about that with Larxene.

Don't ask. I won't tell. I like my sanity (what's left of it) quite well thank you, and recalling that particular incident-

I'm off topic again, aren't I?

See, I told you, I am easily distracted!

Anyway! I probably don't have the worst life in the world, just one of the most fucking dramatic. I mean, you watch the news all the time and there is much worse shit going on in other people's lives. For example, everyone in my family could be dead. I could be a junkie on the streets selling himself for money to pay for the smack or whatever I'm hooked on, before one day tragically getting HIV or something else just as bad, or worse. Then I would end up slowly wasting away in a gutter by myself with no one to care for me because I'm a disease-ridden, homeless whore that no one would want to touch or help. Before you knew it, I would waist away and eventually die in my own private, filthy gutter. Now that would be a fucked up life, and I guarantee you that there is someone out there who is at least in a similar position right now.

Sucks to be them. Though, when you're sixteen, you don't tend to think like that. I mean, sure some people do, and some claim to. But not really all that many actually give a shit. That's how I was when I was that age.

Hold your horses! I'm getting to the story! Just be patient! All of this has a point, I promise!

Besides, this is just the prologue. I mean, I could jump right into the story, but come on, I just told you that this has a point and -ARHG! I did it again!

Ok Demyx. Take a deep breath and get back on track.

As I was saying, when I was sixteen, I never really thought much about other people's lives unless they directly effected me. For the majority of my life, (Pre-K through my junior year of high school) I attended Never Was Public Institute for Learning. Yeah, it sounds like some kind of prison to me too. And why they added the 'learning' on there will forever remain a mystery to me. Unless they meant learning how to become criminals and fuck up you life.

In that school, you were adopted by a gang the minute you hit the campus at age four until you left (hopefully alive) in your……well, until you left. This, for me (as I have mentioned,) was in my junior year. But we'll get to that later, because it does play a significant part of my story. Hell, with out that fact I wouldn't have a plot line! But more on that in a bit.

So in pre-K, I joined a gang, along with three other kids my age; Larxene, Marluxia, and Luxord. We were placed under the care of an older kid, We were placed into the care of an older kid, along with another boy who had joined up the previous year. He was a first grader, and his name was Axel. His job was to keep us with him and out of the way. We were more like the messengers and drug runners of the group, rather than part of the gang, and the older kids watched out for us. I mean, who suspects a fucking five-year-old of carrying drugs around campus? (Certainly not security.) So when we reached the fifth grade, we got our official Initiation Beating by that year's senior members, and became a part of the official gang."

So yea, school sucked. But I could always find relief at home, right?

Wrong! (Of course.)

My father was never home, and my mother was always home.

You're be thinking "Hooray for mom," right?

However, that wasn't necessarily a good thing- she was always drinking herself into a stupor, or drinking enough to get herself royally fucked up. Then, would always get good and pissed off at something only she could see or understand, and go completely ballistic. This is always about the time I came home from school, and she would rant and rave at me. Sometimes she would hit me, or throw bottles at me, then pass out on the nearest available surface. When my dad was home, they would fight about her drinking habits and his addiction to his work and the possibility that he was fucking his secretary.

So yeah, my life could have been worse.

No, I'm serious. I mean, I was so used to it, that I didn't even really think about it. As long as I had my small group of friends from the gang (the four previously mentioned people. Well, three since Axel had been expelled/arrested in middle school for nearly setting one of the teacher's houses on fire) and my trusty sitar, I was good.

And then I moved away. Someone called social services. I'm not sure who, but I have the sneaking suspicion that it was one of my aunts who never called or came to visit except that one time and then they were scared off forever. Either way, I went to live with a cousin of mine and his two younger brothers, who were just starting the ninth grade that year. So I was to go to school with them.

It was…..different. I mean, I liked Cloud and Sora (Roxas kind of scared me) but it was so…..quiet. Well, unless Sora got a hold of something with sugar or caffeine (or both) in it. Or Cloud's friend Yuffie came over for a visit. But even then, that was different. I….liked it. I liked it a lot. And really, for the first time I saw how really fucked my life had been up until that point. Not that I got depressed. I had always had a rather…unusual disposition for someone with my background. Besides, I had been rather lucky so far. I was still alive-and sane. (Which was a plus.)

I still didn't know how much more shit I was in for before it was all over though. Especially when not only did my parents get divorced, but they started fighting to regain custody over me. Both of them. Separately. At the same time. And that was just the beginning! The rest I kind of caused myself though. That's where our story begins.

Yeah, I know, my life's a soap opera.

Some of you are shaking your heads in disbelief, I know it. Well, you are entitled to your own opinions, and I suppose that if I were hearing it from your point of view, I wouldn't really believe it either. But keep in mind, all of this happened over a space of sixteen years. A lot of shit can happen in sixteen years.

Anyway, now that you know my rather sorry background, here is where all of that comes into play. Yes, now we are finally at the story. You may breath a sigh of relief.