New story, it randomly came to me while I was on a train going somewhere in Germany. Hope that you all will like it. If you're wondering about Nobody's Fault but My Own, I don't know what to tell you, I guess message me if you'd like me to finish it. So here's the story. (quick disclaimer: i dont own kingdom hearts, nor the characters in it, and i never will, no matter how much i'd want to)
When I died - or whatever you'd call it- I actually went somewhere. When I became a nobody, I didn't know that there was even anywhere to go, but this place... this place was a place of fire. Knowing me, you're probably thinking that I'd love it there. But you're wrong. This place wasn't only a place of fire; it was a place of sorrow. And even though I had no heart, this sadness pierced right through me. It crushed me. The sorrow tore and ripped at me from the inside, out. It gnawed at me as if it were an animal and I was its lunch. The depression, sadness, sorrow... it actually hurtme. It hurt worse than just before I died, when I had given my entire being and power, just to save Sora. This horror felt like it actually crawled under my skin, tearing through all the connections it had to muscle and bone. This sorrow was past the point where most people commit suicide. I wasn't even that lucky. At times, while I was in that place, I felt like I had finally made it to that sweet release. But I didn't receive it. I had already gotten the sweet release, and that sweet release wasn't so sweet at all. Not only was I in that pain of the sorrow, but I was in actual pain, too. I was literally crushed. I was whipped. I worked jobs that were not only meant to kill the normal, living people who worked them, but they also had not point, and felt as if they had no end. Not only those things, but also I was burned, stoned, and mocked. The ones who mocked me pointed out every mistake I had ever made, every misstep. Every single wrongdoing and character flaw that I had, they pointed out. While I was there, there were others who had to go through the same ordeal as me, too. From them, I tried to find out why I was in this horrid place, but I didn't understand their answers, all that they said sounded like gibberish, that, or they kept walking, rambling on as if they were broken. You'd think that I'd get used to this place. That I would become numb to the physical and mental torture that I was forced to endure. But no, each thing that I went through, every beating, lashing, sharp word, and emotional shattering, felt like that was the first time that had ever happened. This all always felt new, but I also felt as if I was slowly wasting away. It was as if my entire being was being sucked away.
Suddenly I felt like I was thrown half a mile. I gasped in a sharp breath. I gasped again when I realized that breath, for once, wasn't choked with heat, smoke, and sulfur. But then I felt a tick of muffled sadness deep inside (no where near what I had been feeling) when I realized that I was actually completely indifferent about all of this. It was as if I was completely devoid of any emotion. It was a very uncanny feeling; being thrown from suffocating emotion, to absolute nothingness. I could already tell that this outward shock was only the thing that I had done for so many years. Acting.
I sighed and sat up. I blinked in the darkness several times to try and figure out my surroundings. (My eyes had grown accustomed to the oily, yet bright like of that place I had been at.) I looked around. My non-existent heart stopped when I saw something that I had thought that I would never see again. It was the steely-blue color of an all too familiar eye. But it couldn't possibly be it... Zexion?
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