Ahoyy Fanfictioners!

I am back with my second fanfiction. I have had this one in the wing for SOOO long. I have had to contemplate so hard to get this story on to paper. I wrote this a few months ago and have never published it. I am a HUGE Kingdom Hearts nerd. Axel is my favorite character. I do write a bit of yaoi including Axel. My favorite pairing is probably a tie between AxelXRoxas or AxelXDemyx. Anyway I decided to go with an OC character for once. I don't do that much but I wanted to change it up. Please Please leave me your reviews and let me know what more you want. Axel will come into the story in a chapter or two so please be patient :P The story is going to seem so (excuse my french) fucking confusing at first but it will all come together. Anywho, I wish you a great day. Enjoy the story and make sure to review and/or fave 3

-NOCTURNALME
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Chapter 1:

The gates of heaven were locked shut, the pits of hell they were all filled up, and I fear I don't belong here..

I could remember that night so vividly. The bruises that disfigured my skin, the tears that rolled down my cheeks and fell to my knees. I sat there, vulnerable, my knees pulled up to my face and my back against the building wall. I could hear the traffic at the end of the alleyway as I curled against a silver trash can. Somehow it felt safer, to be hiding away in the dark. The scream and hitting couldn't reach me here. I buried my face into my knees and shivered as a breeze swept through. I was a mistake, an awful terrible mistake. I peaked up to stair at the faint glimmers of light that were cast down the alley from the street lamps. I would leave when morning came. Run far away from here and never look back.

My breath hitched as I heard faint footsteps. The shadow of a person disrupted the light before me. I hid my face away, sobbing silently, as my shoulders shook with cold and fear. Dread filled my thoughts as the footsteps drew closer. I could feel the presence of a person standing over me. I held my breath as the person kneeled beside me. I lifted my head slightly to peak at the person at my side. It was him. My only friend in the world. Axel leaned to see my face. His eyes looked over my beaten body curiously. I watched as worry and sadness crept into his facial expression. "Caroline," He finally spoke. My name coming out of his lips not as a question or addressing me but as if meeting me for the first time in this form. A weak form. My limbs felt numb as I watched him sink to his knees, then lifting his arms to remove his jacket. All the tears came as I suddenly found myself hugging him tightly. He tensed in surprise. I felt him relax as he draped his jacket over my shoulders.

He placed his hands gently on my back, being careful not to hurt one of my many bruises. "Come on, we need to get some help." He finally spoke up. I nodded and took his small hand as he lifted me to my feet. Knees weak, I felt myself begin to sink to the ground. "Woah, its ok. Let me carry you," He offered, scooping me up in a bridal fashion before I could object. I winced a bit as one of the many purple spots on my legs were pressed. "Sorry," He spoke up, noticing my expression. I looked up to his face, his stunning green eyes and red hair falling to his eyes. He stared back in worry but finally forced a gentle smile. I rested my head to his chest as my conciousness slipped from me.

The lights were blinding as I woke. My limbs felt stiff and the air smelled heavy of antibiotics and disinfectant. I looked around this strange place. The walls white, lined with blinking and whirring machines. A chair placed in the corner beside a door. A window on the far wall, giving view to the skyscrapers at night in Kansas City. I looked back to the entrance door. Voices conversed from the hallway. I strained to listen to them, recognizing only 2. "Where will she go now?" A woman asked, anger hinting her voice. That must be Axel's mom I thought, remembering her from the time I spent at her home. "That is really up for Social Services to decide now, but since it was only neglect from the father she should be able to stay with her mother." A man replied. "Is she going to be ok?" Asked a timid voice, Axel's voice. "Yes, will she be ok?" Axel's mom pressed on too. "We expect so, but she is very frail and weak. If your son hadn't found her she would have been dead by morning," The man answered. I assumed he was a doctor. "Axel why don't you go wait in the room while me and Dr. Manson talk in his office. Ok sweetie?" Axel's mother asked delicately. "Ok mom," Axel answered, unsure. I watched as he entered the room, slowly closing the door and staring at me. "I'm scared Axe," I finally managed, my voice weak and not sounding like my own. His shoulders sunk as he began breathing again. He crossed the room, coming to my bed side. I held back my tears as I shifted to the far side of the bed. Axel gasped and reached to stop me but reeled back as he saw the full effect or bruising on my arm.

"Please," I whimpered. He hesitated but finally nodded. Axel gently climbed into the bed beside me, stretching out and resting his hands on his stomach. Scooting closer I leaned my head on his shoulder. He felt so warm, making me feel safe and loved. In all 10 years of my life, I had never been so thankful for Axel. "Am I going to die?" I choked out, sounding more childish than ever before. Axel turned to look at me, his eyes taken over with alarm. "No, I wont let that happen. The doctor said you will be ok," he reassured me, turning his gaze forward once again. "I couldn't go on if that happened," He murmured. "You're my best friend Allie," Axel admitted, turning to face me. I looked his face over as tears began to stream down his cheeks. That was the first time I saw Axel cry, and because of me.

I sighed tiredly as I packed my trumpet away, 4 hours of practice had its toll on me. I got to my feet now, my trumpet case in tow, and crossed the band room. Grabbing my bag from the floor, I exited into the hallway. I checked my phone, it was later than I expected. My pace quickened as I can to the double doors that lead into the parking lot. I waved to a few people and smiled as I made my way to my car. I stuffed my things in the back and climbed into the drivers seat. I was surprised as the passenger side opened and my best friend climbed in, singing. "What is love? Baby don't hurt me. Don't hurt me, no more," Trish sang and smiled at me. I laughed and shook my head. "How was your last day?" She asked, situating her bag in her lap as I pulled out, headed towards home. "Good, kinda made me sad though.." I admitted with a sigh. Trish gave me a weak smile and began to rummage through her bag in her lap. "I have a surprise for you!" She squealed. "What? I swear if it's a dildo or something I'm pulling this car over," I laughed, feeling a bit brighter. "No no I'm not that mean to you. Just to James," She laughed and pulled out a small wrapped box. "You can't open it until you get to your grandma's though." Trish warned. "Awhh that's no fun," I whined, smiling. "No buts about it," Trish responded in a firm tone. I shook my head and let out a breathy laugh. "Are you scared?" Trish asked after a moment of silence. I thought for a moment. "Kinda, I mean I guess things have changed a lot since I left.." I answered, unsure. "I'm sure somethings are the same though," Trish assured, putting the small present into my bag for me. "What time is the bus coming?" She asked in a flat tone. "9:30," I answered with a sigh. "You wont get there until early in the AM then," Trish stated. I hummed and nodded.

I parked the car in Trish's driveway and climbed out with her, following her into her house. Trish's mom looked out from the kitchen doorway as we came in. "Caroline, we are having a big big dinner tonight, just for you," She proclaimed in a cheery voice. "Thank you so much . I really appreciate all you're family has done for me," I returned. "The least we can do for such an amazing girl" Mrs. Hughes returned, giving me a gentle hug. "I guess I have a lot of packing to do.." I murmmured as she pulled away. "You better put Trish to use and make her help you!" She exclaimed. I laughed and watched as Trish rolled her eyes. I followed her up the stairs to our room. I held back the hot tears and forced a weak smile. I was truly scared. My life was being taken, again.