This really is a just a nowhere Fic, It's not meant to progress really just my imagination of what a decent into depression/darkness would be like for Sora.
I used to be like him always happy but I went into depression so I can kinda use my own experience I hope it's alright for your great reviewers out there.
Seriously I'm feeling happier about my writting lately.
"Work again" Groggily the boy rose his head from his tantalizing pillow the bed he lay in plain sans the dirt and ruffles he left upon his decent to dreamland and his departure from warmth. The room he was staying in was his but he was a guest.
This room was purely for him his yet it lacked . . . everything to be honest, no photo's caught the eye, no knick-knacks or toys to play with. This boy with chestnut hair and a killer cute smile was no longer a boy nor a man, at best he was a teen but rarely, teens don't save 3 worlds in one day 3 teens probably couldn't even save one without something backing them.
" I don't need a weapon! My friends are my weapon!"
What a joke Sora thought. Only he saved the world constantly giving up his days so others may live care-free, he had to act it though. He ran it through his head every day.
'Remember Sora Save the day and smile alot people will feel safe.'
Everyone bought it. So long as they were happy it didn't matter, Sora could collapse and only a select few would genuinely care for his safety others would act worried for Sora but really what they wanted to know was 'Will he be able to save the day soon? We need protection! How will we survive'?
Everyone was selfish in Sora's eyes only three people had ever been in his place Aqua, Terra and Ven his 'Masters' that new the pain he felt daily, they were the exception to everyone. They saw when he smiled he just wanted to stop this 'duty' and sleep the days away like they wished sometimes but they knew they had to direct him on the correct path.
"Sora the worlds need balance." Aqua would hassle him with a motherly tone
"You are the balance kid" Terra would finish with a fatherly tone
Ven would stand and smile as if acting as a role model from him.
This wasn't new it happened regularly Sora would always be exhausted from saving more innocents from imminent death, he'd go to his guest room and be barged in on when trying to sleep at 10 in the morning.
He was at the beach again Sora always wondered how he had enough time to throw his keyblade into the ocean 368 times and watch it just re-appear in his hands maybe if he didn't try to do this routine everyday he could do something more important like sleep?
"Sora want to go to the movies? The entire Destiny Island gang will be there." The long silver haired boy questioned Sora constantly to go out with the old gang from the good 'ol days he couldn't say yes though obviously. He just shook his head and Riku posed the next question "Work?" he nodded and sighed. "Sorry bro."
If he was so sorry why didn't he take the keyblade back already? Sora sure as hell didn't want it.
Riku's lame excuse came about more than once "The darkness is hard to control. I cannot protect the light If I have darkness reigning over me."
"What if I was forgotten? What if I didn't exist? What if I died?" These questions swarmed around Sora's head, voicing the questions aloud in the lonely gummi ship now that Goofy and Donald were tasked with protecting the queen personally.
Darkness was slowly creeping up on the boy, his heart was bright, his soul full of light. But everyone knows that the brightest of flames burn out. Sora's heart was losing connection to his friends his heart was fading in and out from light and darkness, soul dimming, his moods were changing erraticly.
"Sora I'm so glad you could help us out we can't thank you enough!" A girl with long black hair yelled whilst fighting of heartless and nobodies bare-handed.
"Learn to deal with it on your own. That's thanks enough." Sora's voice was monotone or harsh. Eitherway his anger somehow shone through to the girl
She had paused amidst the battle lowering her guard completely staring at Sora somewhat wounded by her words and then
"Ngh!" Sora looked for the source of the noise he didn't see anything strange bar Tifa standing completely still with a strange gleam going through the centre of her chest.
The gleam disappeared and a red substance began to flow to the ground as she plummeted with her rosy red blood her expression was hurt no from outer pain but from inner pain, a face only achieved when a friend has just told you that you were just a toy to them or the like.
When she had finally hit the ground, nothing. His heart didn't stop nor did his eyes water he didn't feel a connection sever or a disappearance he wasn't connected to her so what did it matter.
What Sora did feel was the connections around him wane, when eyes were closed he saw a heart that beckoned others towards it, bright yellow strands connected to the heart, the strands went off into the darkness but they stayed strong gleaming well that was normally. Tifa wasn't a good enough friend of his but her friends were great friends with Sora they felt her disappear and lost faith in him.
Lately all his connections were turning sickly pale yellow. It was a disgusting colour that no one could stand it caused Sora to have a sinister outlook on life. His heart was blackening more and more these days even the people who truly cared for him tried to avoid him. He realized you gotta lookout for yourself and no one else forcing himself further and further away from people.
It truly was a sad life, the life of a Keyblade user.
Thank you for reading I might make a few more chapters. cause I like how this fluently flows out of my mind.
R and R's helpful.
