"What is taking you so long?"
I can't do it.
"It's Diz..."
"What about him?"
I don't want to hurt him again...
"He gets in my way..."
"Then get rid of him!"
I want him with me,
"You know that if you fail Axel,"
I know that's not the best thing for him.
"You will be eliminated."
"Yes master."
VIII
Day 3
I'm feeling even worse than yesterday
And I'm pissed. Why can't they see that I need to be alone for even a little while? They're so noisy, their voices, their thoughts, their worries, they all fill my head... and it's filling up fast. I'm even having trouble remembering who's problems were who's and stuff like that.
I know its summer holidays but there are a full 6 weeks of them…. It was kinda fun anyway.
Along with my hearing voices and whatnot, I'm also having nightmares… or bad dreams… in my dream… all I see is red, the buildings are red, the people are red… and I also smell smoke, like there is a fire right next to me.
It's an unpleasant sensation but the red it feels… familiar? The thing is, I'm sure I've never had this dream before, until the flash of red, now the dream is reoccurring… well I am definitely losing my mind, I seem to remember my dreams perfectly, yet I feel like a 80 year-old with Alzheimer's when I'm awake…
XIII
"That's complete and utter bullshit Roxas and you know it is!"
"But I-" Hayner held his hand up to silence Roxas. "You are coming with us whether you like it or not." Said Hayner quietly, a slight maniacal spark in his eyes. "It's the holidays… I want it to be fun. You won't let me have fun. You never let me have fun. I'm your best friend; it's my duty to stay with you. If you stay here all day, we'll both miss out…" Hayner suddenly said, all in one breath, his expression quickly changing from mad to pouty.
"Okay okay I'll come." Replied Roxas exasperatedly.
"Hey chicken-wuss and mizz pms!" Roxas and Hayner turned to see Seifer and co. tramp across the square. "Heh, great… Another nickname……. Hey wait a moment…" "So you like your new nickname Roxy?" asked Seifer, his lips puckered and batting his eyelashes.
"Where the hell did you get mizz pms from?" "We see you, gettin all emotional, trying to stay away from water as if you have your period, always wanting to stay home…. Ah! I bet you've been knitting tea-cosies and crocheting doilies."
"Fuck you Seifer, what do you want anyway?" "Hey chicken-wuss, as head of security I need to do some investigation from time to time. A man came to me, asked for you missy, told me to give you this."
Seifer handed Roxas a photograph of the sandlot.
"Huh?" "Gathering by your response, you don't know why he gave you a picture of the sandlot…" "What did he look like?" "I don't know, uh…. Black cloak, whole head was covered, couldn't see his goddamn face."
VIII
Roxas was walking home from the usual spot, roughly around nine o'clock after a full day of mystery hunting.
"Hey sunshine." Roxas looked up from his feet to find a tall, cloaked figure leaning against a lamp, cigarette lit and in hand. "Do I know you?" "I don't know… How much do you remember?" Roxas came closer to the figure and unintentionally inhaled a mouthful of second-hand smoke. He staggered back.
"What's wrong Blondie? Did I scare you?" Roxas shook his head and started to back away from the figure. He had smelt that smoke before… yet none of his friends, or even Seifer for that matter smoked…
Roxas walked quickly away, ignoring the stranger. He was racking his brain, he had smelt that smoke, scent… whatever before.
XIII
Day 4
Almonds. It was almonds.
