Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts! If I did, I would probably be swimming in money right about now. Literally.
Chapter 1: Deciding
Drip. Drip. Drip. The rain slid down the window, slowly fogging it up and unable to look out of.
Good, Roxas thought, who would want to see this stupid town anyway, he asked himself. It was more of a statement then a question, really. He had been sure of that for years.
It all started when he was in second grade. Everyone had laughed and teased at him, occasionally giving him a gruesome beating if he had ever talked back. But Sora, his only friend and his twin brother, had always been there for him. He would always cheer him up with a warm smile, telling him everything would be alright. With Sora around, he knew it would be.
Until he died last year.
Roxas would nearly fall over just thinking about it. Therapy could barely make him explain it. He would occasionally give in to Dr. Squall because he would ask so many times the tension and the anxiety in the air would be so high it made Roxas feel like someone was holding a gun to his head.
Roxas could only wish for that. With Dr. Squall's consult, there were no weapons like that in the house. It made him feel like he couldn't be trusted, not the feeling that his parents cared about him and just wanted to keep him safe.
That wouldn't help. It just added the gravel to the crushing boulder in his stomach.
His wristwatch beeped. 3:00.
Oh great, Roxas thought, I'm going to be late for my weekly appointment. Awesome. He grabbed his hoodie from the closet- the black one with the bleeding heart and the two guns on the back, the one he knew his shrink didn't like- said goodbye to his mom, who gave him a very small smile, and walked out the door.
Roxas was deciding whether he should walk, or drive. He liked the rain, and he would be a little late, which would worry Squall and lift his mood a tiny notch. But, if he drove, he could be comfortably but more nervous and worried since he…He couldn't think about it. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and decided to take the long way to the office.
Roxas had gotten a few strange looks along the way, cine he had decided not to wear a hood. He liked the way it would bring his spikes to his eyes, heavy from the precipitation. Sometimes he styled it, and all that effort would go to waste if it got wet, but it wasn't like he had anything to do. He never did his homework. Actually, 80% of the time he would skip class all together. Feeling all the stares he would get during class depressed the hell out of him. Hearing all the whispers about him made him want to punch in a locker. And seeing all the nasty gestures and expressions he would get made him want to kill himself all together.
Then why hadn't he, already? Why put up with pain and suffering?
Deep down inside, he prayed for Sora to come back. Not the Sora, but it still wouldn't have been the same without him. He knew Sora would want him to be happy, but it was hard. He was the key to his happiness.
When he got to the apartment/office building, he was deciding wether or not to actually go inside. Maybe he could…
Roxas decided to enter the complex, signing in as a visitor at the front desk. He rung up the elevator, and stepped inside with two other people, a boy and a girl, possibly his age, 16. They looked familiar, but so did everyone else, according to him. He pressed the button that read 14, which always skipped over 13 in elevators. Poor 13, he thought. A minute later, the doors opened with a ding at the 12th floor. The boy and girl walked away.
Roxas' mind was overwhelmed with racing thoughts. He thought, I already decided to press that stupid button. Might as well go through with it.
With another ding, he stepped out into the lonely hallway with the beige walls and maroon carpet, and walked to the right, sweat beading across his forehead. He opened the door, somewhat glad it was unlocked, and walked up the stairs. He somehow regretted this, but he knew he couldn't turn back now. At least, he wouldn't.
He stepped out onto the rooftop, He peered over the edge, shocked he was that high up. It wasn't like he was nervous or anything, just…nothing. He couldn't feel anything. His body went numb as he put his foot over the edge. Roxas heard a scream, not his own.
Falling.
Falling.
Falling.
A/N: Sorry that was so short. And sad. It gets better! :D
