Told you it would be up soon. So now, here we go!
Another boring day ahead. While Sora would 'hang out' with Donald and Goofy, and Ventus with Lea, Isa and Ienzo, Isaac would stay home and read, probably. Well, that's what he claimed to do anyway. He was mostly here to keep an eye on me, and trying to keep me away from my knife. And forcing food down my throat. I looked at my clock. Four am. A Friday. So what if it was a school day? It wouldn't be much different anyway. I thought. I'd still be on my own. And I won't have Isaac fussing over me at regular intervals. Well...at wider intervals. I got up off my bed and opened my wardrobe, pulling out a random t-shirt, jeans and a jacket. All black. I pulled them on, followed by my wristbands, also black.
I barely spared a glance at my mirror. I knew what I looked like. Sunken cheeks, pale skin, messy hair and lifeless blue eyes. I was thin too, thinner than any girl I'd seen, anorexic or not. I stared out of my window, then decided I needed a shower. I walked across the hall, opening the door and locking it behind me. I pulled off my wristbands first, gazing for a minute at the new cut, red against the scarred skin. My t-shirt followed, and I sighed at the sight of my torso in the mirror that covered half of one wall. You could see my ribs against my pale skin, easily. I was glad I didn't have to do any sports, in school or out. Before the incident, I was the captain of half the teams in school. But then, I gave up. Within a month of that same incident, I'd collapsed three times on the field. Since then, they'd banned me from doing any sports until I started to take care of myself, sending me to the school nurse at least once a week. They even gave me a rare privilege, I could eat at any time I wanted in school, at any time, anywhere but the science labs. Not that I ever did so.
I finished undressing, then stepped into the shower. I turned the water to a freezing temperature, the only one I ever used. As I showered, the memories came back. I reached up to a loose tile, one that none of the others knew about, and pulled out another knife, the one Isaac didn't know about. He was the only who knew about my cutting, and he promised not to tell anyone else, but he still kept trying to get me to stop. I started to drag the blade of the knife across my wrists, reopening the fresh cuts. The blood dripped down my wrists, mixing with the water and trickling down the drain in a light red line. I watched as the liquid dripped from my wrists. When the flow slowed, I turned off the shower, dried myself and pulled my clothes back on. I walked back over to my room, then lay on my bed for another few hours of boredom.
I heard Sora waking up at eight. This was followed by several doors slamming open, including mine. He knew I never slept, but he still did it. He annoyed me so much. He was the youngest of us four brothers by five days. I heard Ventus moaning. He was my identical twin, younger by just five minutes.
"Roxas! Get up!" He shouted, cheerful as always. I didn't reply, just standing up. "Mum's making breakfast! Come on!" He ran off. I wouldn't join them. He ought to know. Everyone else knew, although they really didn't like that I never ate. They tried to force me to eat, but when ever they managed to, they gave me too much. My stomach had shrunk massively (A/N Yay for oxymorons!) so I could hardly eat anything, so I ended up throwing up everything I ate. I never let them know about that, though that just meant they carried on feeding me whenever they could.
"Roxas?" Isaac asked from the doorway. I looked his way. "We're going to school now. Come on." I stood and walked silently over to the door, following him to the front door. Ven and Sora joined us at the door.
"Come on guys!" The latter called to us as he charged out of the door. Ven followed, along with a face-palming Isaac. I wandered out, hands in my pockets and head down. The others were all wearing colourful clothes, the exact opposite of me. I looked up. Sora was dancing along the street and Isaac had started a conversation with a friend of his, one I'd never learned the name of.
"Roxas?" I looked to my side to see Ven, my identical twin. "Are you ok?" I looked back down, ignoring him. "Oh, come on! You give me the silent treatment, but you talk to Isaac! I'm your twin!" I shrugged, then continued walking. Ven walked up to a friend of his, I think his name was Isa. I wasn't sure if it was him though. Meanwhile, Sora had started to talk with two people, whom I recognized as Donald and Goofy. I wandered on behind them.
Five minutes later, we walked through the school gates. While Isaac wandered to the library and Sora and Ven headed to the schools social center, aka their form room, I wandered to the one place nobody ever went, the small garden behind the staff room. It wasn't an official privilege, but the teachers let me anyway. They didn't know exactly what happened, but they knew it was something bad. I just sat under a tree while I waited for the bell. When it rang, I wandered up to my form-room, thankfully not one with any of my brothers. I didn't exactly hate then, but they did get annoying.
I had a fair amount of free time today. I would have had to have both Games and PE today, a combination that Isaac hated. I wandered over to my first lesson, which was Life Studies. It was one subject I payed the slightest bit of attention to, because we often drifted to a topic that was highly relevant to me, abuse. Yeah, I was abused, even now, years after the incident. By my father. Every night, when he arrived back from 'work'. It was actually the pub. He visited that place every day, staying from four until he was kicked out, and he would take out his fury on both me and my mother. He beat me and actually cut mum, threatening to start to do the same to Sora, Isaac and Ven if we told anyone.
An hour later, I was wandering over to my next lesson. I could take all the time in the world, it was PE. While my teacher was fun, it just depressed me how people could be so cheerful with so much trouble in the world. And so, I got to spend three and a half hours in the garden. I'd never seen anyone else there in all the time I'd spent. I closed my eyes and leaned back against the tree, ready for a full three and a half hours of peace.
"Roxas? Roxas!" A voice said. I opened my eyes. It was my maths teacher. "Time for your lesson. I know you never listen, but you should still be in the lesson." It was my maths teacher. "Get up and take your time. There's not really much point in arriving on time." I nodded and we wandered off towards where I have maths.
When I arrived home, I knew instantly that something was wrong. My dad's car was there. I stood in the middle of the road, shocked, while the other three walked forwards, not noticing the change. It worried me, the car, not them not being shocked. After all, they had no clue about what he'd done. I walked in unsure. I walked through, looking for our mother. I opened her bedroom door, and was shocked. She lay on the bed, blood pooled around her body. And by her body, was my dad, a bloody knife in his hand. He smiled at me. It was the darkest smile I'd ever seen.
"You wont tell anybody about this." He said. "Not now, and not later." I backed out of the room. Isaac walked up.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Ca-call an..." I coughed. "...an ambulance..." I coughed again. My voice was hoarse from a lack of use. "Quick." He ran off to do so. My dad smirked at me. Then he slashed me across the face, leaving a bleeding line across my face. He then threw the knife out of the window.
"Good boy." He said, before walking out.
End of chapter one. Did you like? The last bit's going to be important, but there's more before that. Please, will you carry on reading once I get a chance to update this.
