A/N: this is old. as in a year old. if you see anything that was written poorly, please dont bash me. like i said, this is old.
There are many parts to this, for it was supposed to be like diary entries, but I dont know if Im going ot put up every entry. It depends on what you guys say. so review for more.
I can't help but feel so alone, surrounded by people just like me, nobodies.
Hell doesn't even begin to describe it.
I am only a puppet for Organization 13. A very deadly puppet. I don't even feel anything when I kill people. And I'm told to do that often. The only happiness I get is when I'm with my best friend, Axel. He's fun to watch when he's mad. First he gets this look, and then his hair stands up (even more then normal) and then the fire starts in his eyes. That when you duck, or get the hell out of the way.
Anyways, I feel like I'm not whole, somehow. Like there is a part of me off somewhere else, fighting the darkness over his heart. Well, that doesn't matter to me. The dreams are the weirdest part. As if I'm watching someone's life unfold from inside that person. Then I wake up and its off the find Axel and see what the new orders are. I really dread getting up in the morning.
That's only if I sleep any that night. Most of the time I stay awake, my thoughts robbing me of my sleep. Then, I sit on my bed, fully dressed, and watch the shadows on my wall come closer to me. I really hate the heartless around here. And I'm the only one who notices them.
Some times, I go over to Axel's room and see what he's doing. If he's up, then we go to the practice room. I love mock fighting with him. Most of the time, Demyx comes in to put out the random flames still there after were done. I've fallen asleep in that room, sprawled out on the mats, with Axel close to me. I've seen some of the other Organization members give me odd looks, but then Axel walks into the room, and then were off, on another mission, or just down to the sea salt ice cream stand down in the town. Well, what's left of the town.