Prologue
A/N: This will be a short one, no more than at least 2 paragraphs. I still want to flesh out the story before I go ahead with the next chapter. But the next chapter and future chapters will be longer and have more details. But right now this is where we start our story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or anything related to it that goes to their respective owners at Square Enix and Disney (they own the Disney characters). This will apply to the rest of the story.
Tears shot down Ventus's face as he lies against the wall next to his door in his room. He puts his legs up against him as he recollects the events that happened an hour. The words that had been yelled at him by those he had called his friends for 2 years now. He didn't know what to do now except cry, just cry. Because that's all he can do to express the pain that his heart had just suffered. He figured that they finally got sick of him, that they didn't want him here anymore. He was just a waste of space that shouldn't be here in the first place. He tried to tell himself that wasn't true, but it just made more sense to him that he was all those things.
Another hour would pass with him still in the same position, quietly sobbing as his mind consistently went back to that morning. Each time he revisited it, it kept making cracks at his heart. He figured that he was all the things they said to him, that this was the reason they despise him now. Mentally agreeing with this conclusion, he went into the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet; there he took out a knife he received as a birthday present from Terra. It was supposed to be for cutting his hair but now Ventus saw another use for it. He put it towards his right wrist and pushed the blade deep against his skin. He did it again for his left wrist and soon he saw red liquid ooze out from both of them. He then closed his puffy red eyes still shooting tears and just waited. Saying to himself that this way he could make them all happy.