Cold and damp. Been sleeping on a hard mattress inside this godforsaken hole for a house for days. My old man left me, knowing that he would only make things worse if he stayed and continued his uses of turning me into his punch bag. My name…possibly of no importance but I will tell you anyway. Roxas, or at least what was left of him now. My purpose for living out this life…well, there is none left for me. Would be nice to say that I was in love but I'm not. No one wants to come near me because of my appearance thanks to the old man who left me for dead in this hole. This was how it was meant to be. I open my eyes, knowing that they would be as blue as the oceans that surround Destiny Islands. My hand sweeps through golden locks. I know that these are golden but everything else seems dim, my mind scrambling for the reason why my father left. I had a problem with my memory…I couldn't make new ones. Doctors had once been searching for a cure to help me along but all the effort came to no true avail. Sometimes I would wake up and see faces I didn't recognise. Then I would blink again and they would disappear. This wasn't normal for someone like me. The doctors had told me that when I was under constant supervision. Don't know why the old man left. Guess he couldn't handle it in the end. The only thing I could remember was the beatings…well the sharp pain of each cut, scrape, bruise and broken limb. Old man thought it was fun to beat me, just so I would forget it again. Maybe that was also why I had a problem with my memory.
Supposed to meet Axel today. I could only recall people by certain colours. His hair always stood out every time I saw him and so that was the way I could remember him. However, I couldn't recall any purpose for his job…in fact I didn't think he had a job, but I knew he liked fire. Don't know why I always recognised that, just a feeling I got from him I suppose. I pull my white jacket around my shivering body. Still cold from the night before. Surprised I haven't come down with pneumonia yet. I see a face in the mirror staring back at me. I recognise it but it seems miserable as if something bad had happened once before. I dress rather more appropriately for this occasion. After all, don't really want to walk out into the world outside naked. Someone's calling out my name but I don't recognise the voice. A shot of red and I know who it is.
"Roxas! Hey, how are you? You remember me right?" I nod. This guy seemed quite energetic but I guess it comes from liking fire.
"I'm fine Axel…" The guy seems shocked. Guess he doesn't know I could remember people by certain colours. A smile appears on my face, something else I can recognise. It seems my mind is adjusting but I am still struggling. Both of us were going to get me checked over today. Doctors say I am doing better than what I was in all my awareness tests. The trick to these tests is to try and remember the one that isn't burning hot or electrified but it is hard to grasp. Axel's sat in the corner, playing with a lighter like always. He is often scolded for this. How I remember that completely eludes me. Suppose if I was blind, the only colour I would see is red but I'm not allowed to feel this way. I can't remember people like that. Afraid to be rude for this, I hate explaining my condition to people. It's hard to explain when I can't recall the details quite exactly to the point. I know what I like to eat and I know my favourite book, it's The Haunting but I can't recall the name of the author. It's nice to look at covers but sometimes I don't even remember that until I look at the titles. Explained to the doctors about this as well, Axel still standing in the corner, anxious to see me get better but is that even possible? It would be nice to believe that it was but I guess the only way to find out is to retrace my steps to the root of the problem that caused this…the root of evil then. Guess this is all that I have to live for. My way of recalling the days? I write in journals, sometimes writing down details of people with nothing that I can pick up on. This is also another way for me to remember. Doctors want to talk about the injuries they have discovered over my body, one fractured rib, one black eye and a split lip but I can't tell them anything without resorting to my journals. However, they don't provide much answers, just what happened at a certain time of day.
A hand passes over my face. Axel's pale hands. They're cold but soothing. He seems sad in his eyes but his face is saying something different. A false emotion. He is trying to be happy as if this wasn't bothering him. The doctors disappear from my bedside. They want to keep me over night for observations on my current brain activity. A journal is in my hands. One I haven't wrote in yet. My others are placed on the table beside my bed. Just a huge collection now for me to go through again. A tear appears on Axel's face. The first time I have seen him like this since…well I'm not even sure anymore. A kiss is placed on my lips. He embraces me in a hug but I don't understand why. Then he hands me one of my journals. I read through it but still no answers. However, the name "Sora" keeps coming up. My older brother but he died when I was ten, I am sure of it. Jot that down. Better do that right now but I need a pen.
"Here you go…seems you need these more than I do right now…" Oh yeah, that was what Axel mostly did in his job. Jot down notes just like a secretary. However, I don't actually remember the title of the job. There, the note is made. I fold it and place it on the page that mentions Sora. Another hand goes through my golden mane. Axel's again. I hated not knowing why he cared so deeply for me. Guess it was because we were really good friends? Or maybe we were more? Another tear comes from his eyes. I am jotting all this down in my journal so I don't forget it. He doesn't disturb me.
I am asleep I guess but not quite. I know what is going on around me but my eyes are closed. I hear snoring in the room. Who is that? I can't see in this dark and it doesn't help because I need to know who it is. Then the door is left open and I see red. Its just Axel. Seems like he fell asleep but why was he here in the first place? The stiff mattress tells me that this is a hospital but there's something else too. Someone else is in the room but its not Axel. A man with brown hair is looking at me sceptically. Does he know me? Blue eyes meet mine. They are so much like my own and he doesn't seem that much taller than me. A strange necklace hangs from around his neck. It's almost identical to mine.
"Roxas? You don't recognise me?" And then he disappears. I know that voice but I can't picture the person it belonged to once. Axel stirs. Seems he heard the voice too. He seems more energetic than usual.
"Did you here that?" Axel seemed a little scared. Guess that what I saw wasn't a figment of my imagination.
Authors notes: Apologies since this is quite short but if anyone does like it, it will be continued since I have this whole idea in my head now. Again sorry its short. Guess thats what I do best at really.
