Someone I Can't Have Chapter Two

I really want to get some decent curtains that aren't see through.

Wait what's with this wanting? I need some decent curtains that DON'T SHOW THROUGH.

Underline the last three words. IN BOLD.

And don't tell me that I'm 'over reacting'! I'm reacting like a normal person (Or nobody in my case) would and it's like this!

I can't even get a decent nap!

AND IT'S BEEN A FREAKING MONTH!

I'm losing my sanity I swear. Two weeks ago I ran around screaming my lungs off for three floors. Only Xigbar had the decency to notice and ask me if I've taken my pills yet.

Oh I'm sorry Xigbar. I DON'T TAKE PILLS!

And then a few days later I did the same except for five floors and Marluxia asked me if this was some aerobics course I was taking.

Oh I'm sorry Marluxia. WHO ARE YOU CALLING FAT?

And just yesterday I ran six floors down and flooded the place. That's when Luxord labeled me as a spaz.

Oh I'm sorry Luxord. I AGREE.

"I'm dying… I'm dying… Somebody…anybody… help me…I need a radio to clear my head…"

Everybody turns their heads towards me. Sorry forgot to mention… It's breakfast. "Did you say something Demyx?" Xaldin asked as he added stirred his black coffee with a spoon.

Slowly I lift my dripping face out of my cereal squinting my eyes at him. "I need a radio… right now…"

"I don't think a radio is the best thing for your health at the moment number nine." Vexen didn't look up from his newspaper. Rude little bastard.

I slam my palms on the table standing up, lifting my face and not minding the cereal pieces that fly from my hair. "I NEED A FUCK DAMMIT RADIO RIGHT NOW YOU FUCKTARDS!"

Silence. You could hear the cereal pieces clink as they landed on the ground. I hear someone mutter under their breath. "Spa-az…" I'm pretty sure it's Luxord.

But needless to say by the end of the hour I have twelve new radios. My friends are really thoughtful aren't they?

Too bad they aren't thoughtful enough to STOP DOING WHATEVER OUTSIDE MY WINDOW.

XxXxX

… Ah… sweet release… The soothing sound of EXTRA LOUD POUNDING MUSIC!!!

Gawd I love it. I know I should stop or the neighbors will complain but…

WE DON'T HAVE NEIGHBORS!

Well you can holler a lot about yourself,

But honey what are you gonna do?

And you can sleep in a coffin,

But the past ain't through with you.

Cause we are all a bunch of liars,

Tell me baby who do you wanna be?

And we are about to sell it

Cuz' it's tragic with a capital 'T'.

Let it be, let it be, let it be.

Cuz' we all wanna party when the funeral ends

Bababa, Bababa,

And we all get together when we bury our friends

Bababa, Bababa,

It's been eight bitter years since I've been seeing your face

Bababa, Bababa,

And you all get away, and I will die in this place.

Eight minutes later:

Boys and girls of every age Wouldn't you like to see something strange?

Come with us and you will see

This ol' town of Halloween.

This is Halloween, This is Halloween,

Pumpkins scream in the dead of night,

This is Halloween, everybody take a seat,

Trick or treat everybody is gonna die of fright.

It's our town, everybody scream,

In this town of Halloween.

I am the one hiding under your bed,

Teeth ground sharp and eyes going red.

I am the one hiding under your stairs,

Fingers like sticks and spiders in my hair.

This is Halloween, This is Halloween,

Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween,

Eight more minutes later:

Watching the people get larried,

It's not very pretty I tell thee,

Walking through town is quite scary,

And not very sensible either.

A friend of a friend he got beaten,

He looked the wrong way at a policeman,

I never happened to meet him,

I'm only a tansy and aahh.

La la la la la la.

Ahhhhh,

La la la la la la,

I predict a riot,

I predict a riot,

I predict a riot,

I predict a riot.

Watch me get into my taxi,

Man in a tracksuit attacks me,

Eight more minutes:

He wears his heart safety pinned to his backpack,

His backpack is all that he knows,

Shot down by strangers whose glances can cripple

The heart and devour the soul.

All alone he –

"SHUT UP DEMYX! AS MUCH AS I LOVE YOUR VARIETY OF MUSIC I NEED TO GET READY FOR WORK!" Okay… LARXENE DOES NOT COUNT AS A NEIGHBOR!

"THEN GET READY IN NOISE YOU MAN BITCH!" And yes I don't think I was thinking at this moment.

Now there's silence. Lots and lots of silence. I think I said something I really shouldn't have.

Unfortunately I can't remember. Oh well.

Turning the radio back on I close my eyes and- GET SHOCKED REALLY, REALLY BADLY.

"SCREW YOU LARXENE! YOU'RE GOING TO PAY!"

"OH YEAH WITH WHAT? A GARDEN HOSE?"

She has a point there… But if she thinks she's won…

SHE IS GOING DOWN!

Marluxia got me one of those crank radios. You know the kind where you turn the crank and it generates electricity to power the radio? Yeah one of those.

So I'm turning the crank at full speed and Larxene is screaming bloody murder because she can't figure out why. And it's great until-

My arm… is… losing strength… AHHH…

I fall over.

In front of the window.

You know what?

I GIVE UP.

XxXxX

XD. And I know that Demyx was OOC but if you hadn't slept in a month you would be too! And the songs above are: Kill All Your Friends by My Chemical Romance (w00t w00t!), This Is Halloween which I have no idea by whom but the version I was listening to was by Marilyn Manson, I Predict A Riot by The Kaiser Chiefs, and The Bird and the Worm by The Used. And NO I don't need to be sued and NO I don't own KH2. Funny how it works both ways. –Shadoom