Axel's POV
I pulled down my sleeves, covering my knuckles.
Bruises again? The voices in my head wouldn't leave me alone.
Shut up! I wanted to tell them. Scream at them. I just continued to push my way thru the crowd, not bearing to look at their faces. Afraid if I raised my head all the tears would stream down my face.
"Axel?" I glanced at the blonde to my left.
"What?!" It came out a little angrier than I wanted.
"Never mind." He looked down.
"Sorry." I mumbled, and walked on.
"What's your problem Axel?" the blonde to my right said.
"Nothin'." I lied.
"Then why'd you just yell at Roxas?"
"I-"I regained enough self-control not to yell at Demyx. "I didn't mean to, okay?"
"Okay, Christ you can be moody." That was the wrong thing to say.
"And just what's that supposed to mean?" I snapped.
"Well, you're always so Goddamned sensitive!" he cried.
"I-I am not!"
"See? You're doing it right now."
"Am not!"
"Whatever." He spat. "See ya."
He walked off, leaving me to deal with my own problems.
Well, at least now he won't bother me. I thought.
I went into my room where I could be alone. I punched the wall. It just pissed me off so goddamned much! Why did they ask what's wrong if they didn't want to know? If they didn't care then…
Wait. Maybe they did care. Maybe they did really want to hear my answer, but I never let anyone in.
It was all my fault! I scared them all away. Maybe if I had been nicer. Kindness had always seemed so distant to me. Like I could never quite get to that level. And my attempts at it were laughable. I could never pass myself off as someone else; I had long since found that out. I was never accepted for who I was. But I couldn't bring myself to pretend, it just wasn't me. But then, nothing was.
Maybe I just need to let it go. Holding grudges from the past won't help. I needed to fix these old problems…
Easier said then done…
