Okay okay okay!

I freakin wrote a kickass chapter and it got accidently deleted!

I had to rewrite it all!

It's waaaaaay different.

But I like it.

Disclaimer: I only own my twisted little plot.

Chapter 2

"So, where's my room?" I ask Cloud.

I am exhausted. I just want to go to sleep. We finally got all the boxes unloaded from the car. I have been helping Sora unpack all the kitchen junk for the past couple hours. I never knew we had so much crap.

"Up the stairs, to the right. It's the first door. Your and Sora's bedroom has an adjoining bathroom," replied Cloud while he was trying to collapse on of the boxes.

"Aw man, I have to share with Roxas! He's going to be riding my back about keeping his powder room clean and shit," groaned Sora.

I shot him a glare, "If you just cleaned up after yourself I wouldn't have to complain about it."

Sora doesn't clean up unless me or Cloud nag him to. He's always off doing other stuff with friends. We use to hang out a lot, but not much anymore. Ever since he turned 16 he's been a jerk.

"You're such a girl," Sora said back.

"Whatever," I said looking down at the floor. I don't feel like fighting with him. I am way too tired.

"You would look great with a cute little pink bow in your hair," gushed Sora fakely.

I turned around to leave, I hate when Sora gets like this. He just wants me to fight back. He thinks it's fun to push me.

"Yeah, go ahead, have a good cry in your room. Make sure your mascara doesn't run, Roxy," Sora shouted after me harshly.

I spun back around to glare at him, "Just shut up, Sora. Your not funny."

"Oh I'm scared now," replied Sora sarcastically.

"Both of you shut up. I am too tired to deal with your bickering," said Cloud throwing slamming his hands down in frustration. The box he was trying to collapse was all crumpled and ripped up, but not collapsed.

I stomped out into hallway heading towards the stairs. I just want to go to sleep.

The upstairs reminds me of a movie set for the early 1900's. There are two hallways connected in an L shape. The hallways are lined with a read threadbare carpet. The walls have a green striped wallpaper pasted onto them. There are pictures of farmhouses and a few creepy portraits of old snobby looking people.

I head to the right and open the first door. Boxes labeled "Roxas' Stuff" are strewn around the room. My twin bed is set up in a corner next to the window. I can see the garden in the backyard from my window. The moonlight cast an eerie glow on the blooming flowers.

At the foot of my bed is a door to a walk-in closet. I am really happy I got a big closet. At our old house I had to cram stuff into my closet.

The door on the opposite wall to my bed next to my blue dresser is the door to the bathroom I would have to share with Sora. I scowled at the thought of it.

I opened a few boxes and dug around looking for my bedding. I could only find a pillow and my comforter. My sheets seemed to have vanished.

I am way too tired to go searching for them. I lay down on my unmade bed and curl up in my comforter.

My muscles ache with relief at being given a rest.

It's so nice and warm.

My eyes droop and I fall into a relaxing sleep.

The light is an warm yellow glow.

There are stables lining the barn I am standing in. I can smell hay.

Instead of horses in the stables, there are ostriches. This doesn't faze me. The ostriches obviously belong in the stables.

I start feeding carrots to one of the ostriches. But it's a rabbit now and I'm in a dense green forest. I can hear the friendly calls of animals far off in the forest.

I get up and walk through moss hanging from a tree. The moss is as soft as a cloud.

I walk through the curtain of moss and my dream changes again. But this time it's different.

I'm in a murkey alley. Garbage is strewn across the alley. It has that sickly sweet rotting smell.

I look down at my hand to find that I am holding a lit cigarrette. I don't smoke?

I feel taller. I rub my face and find stubble coating my chin.

I look around the alley. It feels like someone else is standing here with me. I can hear them breathing. But it's too dark to see.

"Hello?" I call out. My voice is deeper than usual.

I feel somthing pulling at my shirt right over my chest. I gasp and back up against the brick wall dropping my cigarrette. I can't see the person standing in front of me. I can only feel a freezing cold emaninating off them.

The person tugs harder on my shirt and the front rips. I can feel somthing cold against my newly exposed skin. It feels like a knife.

I can't move. I feel paralyzed with fear.

"You're that guy from the newspapers," I gasp out. My statement doesn't make sense to me. What news?

The person pushes the knife to my chest breaking the skin. I gasp in pain. The person mercilessly pushes down harder hitting my rib bone. They start scraping the knife against the bone. I scream in pain. I can hear the sick sound of metal against bone scraping my flesh away. I try to get away, but the person holds me against the wall in an iron grip.

My torso is a bleeding mess after a few minutes. I feel somthing grabbing at my ribs. I look down to see two pale hands grasping the sides of my ribs pulling them apart. I feel an awful straining in my ribs until I hear my ribs crack one by one. I scream in agony. This is the worse pain I have ever felt in my entire life. White dots are popping in front of my eyes. I scream with all my might. My ears are ringing from the pain.

I wish this torture would stop. I wish someone would walk by and save me. I wish with all my might that someone hears my screams.

The cracking stops. My ribs are fully separated revealing the organs protected by my ribcage. I feel disgust lurch in my stomach. I am going to die. The doctors can't fix this.

The hands plunge into my chest, rooting around searching for somthing. I scream and beg for the hands to stop. But they ignore my pleas.

The hands find what they are looking for and slowly rip it out, my veins stubbornly clinging to it. With a final tug, it is out of my chest.

I look up breathing heavily. It's getting so much harder to breathe. My vision is darkened at the edges.

One of the hands is holding my still beating heart in front of my face. It's bright red and slick with blood. The sides are pulsating deeply. The veins are popping out of the sides starving for blood.

I gasp in shock. The other hand lets go of me and I sink to the ground.

So much pain.

So much blood.

So much darkness.

I close my eyes. The last thing I see is the person's black shoes as they walk away with my heart.

I wake up suddenly gasping for air. My body is covered in a cool sweat.

My comforter is wrapped around me tightly. I flail my arms desperatly trying to get free of it. The comforter releases me grudgingly.

I frantically start grabbing at my chest, looking for a bloody hole in it. But I just feel my sweat soaked t-shirt and my unbroken ribs.

I look around trying to figure out where I am. I'm not in an alley, I'm in my room.

It's really dark in my room. I feel like there is somthing lurking in the shadows waiting to creep over to me and make my nightmare come true. I feel fear run through my veins.

'You're almost freaking 15 years old. Why do you keep acting like a 5 year old? It was just a stupid nightmare!' I tell myself.

But it felt so real!

I could actually feel the pain.

I can feel a dull ache in my chest.

My head is screaming for me to get out of the room. Somthing isn't right. My heart is practically beating out of my chest.

I jump up from my bed and run through the bathroom to Sora's room. It feels like somthing chased after me, but stopped once I crossed the doorway.

I creep up to Sora's bed. He's snuggled under his blankets happily asleep. I reach a hand out and touch his arm, "Sora..."

His eyes shoot open and he jumps away from my touch.

"What the fuck, Roxas," he slurs sleepily.

I just stand there shaking, I still have the feeling somthing is waiting for me in my room. I feel really embarrassed that a dream had me so scared. I don't know what to say.

"What do you want?" asks Sora while he reaches over and flicks on his bedside lamp.

"I-I-I don't kn-know," I stutter looking down at my feet.

Sora leans closer to me looking at my face, "Why are you so pale? Did you puke or somthing?"

"Yeah," I reply meekly. I can't tell Sora about the dream. He'll just make fun of me for it.

"Ew, just go grab a bucket and go back to bed," says Sora lying back down in bed.

"I can't!" I say desperatly. I don't want to go back to that room.

"Oh my fucking god! Here's a pillow! Go to sleep!" says Sora throwing a pillow at me.

I hug the pillow to my chest and sit against the wall. Sora turns the lamp off and burrows back down into the blankets. He falls asleep within seconds.

I sit against the wall staring at the shadows against the wall. My stomach is cramping up from fear. I feel a little better having another person in the room. But I am still freaked out beyond belief.

I can't sleep. I watch Sora's digital clock slowly change.

3:25

4:05

4:56

5:30

6:15

The sun begins to rise. Light slowly filters into the room driving the shadows away. Sora is still sound asleep lightly snoring.

My eyes feel heavy and bleary,but I can't sleep.

What is wrong with me?

Should i up it to a M rating?

That was a bit gory.

Oh man it's just begining!

That was nothing!

I can't wait.

Review? Eh? I have a long car ride home tomorrow. Ick.