Keep going, you tell yourself, keep going and never stop and never look back, because when you stop you sleep, and when you sleep you dream, and when you look back it hurts so much that you to stop, but you can't sleep and you can't dream and somehow that hurts worse.
So your only option is too keep going and going and going until you're so tired that you stop, sleep, but don't dream, and even though it's really your safest option, deep down it still hurts.
You wonder if one day you'll keep going until you can't stop, and die, and even though that's the coward's way out of things, you don't care because you're so scared.
She tells you not to worry, because you're like a son to her, but you don't believe her, because your mother loved you, and she wouldn't have made you have these nightmares in the first place, the ones that make you ache so bad you almost laid in a puddle in hopes of getting pneumonia yesterday.
It's dark, and cold, but you've gotten used to it, and that's what scares you the most. The heartless just drift around you and you're scared they'll attack, but they never do. The witch tells you that you're safe from them. When you have darkness on your side they won't touch you. Someone in her posse says something about that little bit of darkness growing and consuming a heart, but your tormenter pays him or her no mind.
Today you couldn't keep going, and you dreamed. You dreamed of them, your once upon a time friends on your once upon a time island, and when you awoke you cried, because you had no pride left.
"You can save her," she told you, and you looked down at her dormant body. The same rosy hair, miniscule flush, and slight form. She was your princess, your savior, your everything, but you didn't have her heart. You couldn't make her complete. He did. He could. And as you glared at him, comatose beauty in your arms, you began to hate him as much as you hated the tendrils of darkness engulfing you.
Keep going, and don't sleep, and don't dream, and don't die, and don't stop, and keep going your mind screamed. All of your energy was gone, but you wouldn't stop until she was safe. You huffed and panted, but she slept on. You barely heard the reprimands, barely saw the castle before your eyes. All you saw her hand twitching as he called for her. And no matter how many times you did the same, until your throat was raw, nothing happened.
No, you were screaming, no, you can't! But you weren't screaming, because you couldn't find the voice, because he was more a part of you now then you were a part of yourself. You didn't want to do any of this, you just wanted it to end, but you didn't have that kind of control over yourself anymore.
Don't go, don't go, don't go. Stop and sleep and dream and you can't die right now because they're right there. Just don't keep going!
But it was too late. It hurt the most now.
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Riku-centric. Written in study hall because I have nothing else better to do, and finished my homework 1st period. Officially took almost an hour. Wow.