Demyx's POV
So many voices. They're all talking to me. They're all telling me what to do. One at a time! Which one do I follow? Just make it…
"STOP!"
"Demyx, are you alright?"
"No. I am so sick of everyone asking me that. No, okay? I am not alright."
"You screamed."
I rolled my eyes. "I know that, Roxas."
"Why then?"
"I don't know."
Saix bowed. "I am sorry to say this, My Superior, (he really didn't look at all sorry) but it's gotten worse. I'm afraid our Number IX is now talking to himself."
Xemnas turned, "He's always done that."
"Not like this, sir. He's arguing with himself."
"Hmm…"
Larxene rolled over in bed.
"Did you hear someone scream, or was I still dreaming?"
Marluxia smiled. She fell asleep on me?! "It doesn't matter. It's just Water Boy having a breakdown." He moved closer. "But since you're awake anyway…"
"No, Marluxia."
He rolled back onto his side. "Fine," He muttered.
"Demyx?"
"What?!" I turned to see Namine standing there. She looked scared. Scared of me.
"You-you dropped this." She reached out to hand me something. I looked down at it.
"My notebook…"
Your notebook. She took it. She had it. Maybe she read it…
"Did you look in it?"
She shook her head.
"Did you read anything in it?"
"No I swear."
"Yeah right."
Don't believe her. She's lying to you. You can't trust the witch. You can't trust any of them. But you can trust me.
"So, what happened?" Axel was leaning against the wall of one of the many corridors of the castle. He had heard Demyx's scream earlier. They all had. Hell, I'll bet even Hades heard it.
Since Roxas had been the only one there at the scene, he had the 'privilege' of explaining to everyone—as best he could given the circumstances—what occurred.
"I dunno," Roxas said honestly. "I really don't have any ideas at all."
"If only we could see into Dem's head. Then maybe we could figure what's so fucked up." Axel sighed. "When I met him I knew he had issues, but I didn't have a clue how dysfunctional he really was."
"He's really messed up, huh?" Roxas asked.
Axel shook his head. "You don't even know…"
Demyx…Demyx…
"What do you want? Leave me alone." I stared out. It was there in the darkness. I could feel it. It was inside of me.
Demyx…I know you hear me…I just want to talk…You can tell me anything…What's bothering you?
"You are." I whispered.
No, that can't be right. You weren't even thinking about me. You were thinking about them. And about what they think of you. They've seen you yelling at no one. I wonder what they'll do. Maybe you'll be locked up. I'd like to know how you'd deal with that.
I picked up my sitar and started strumming. Maybe I could drown it out. Anything to stop the voices. Any kind of distraction. Anything at all.
You can't get me to go away that easy.
"You're not real." I muttered.
And neither are you.
"I am real."
Prove it.
"I am real." I repeated. "I can bleed."