I was falling in my nightmare, down a huge black shaft. The faces of my family and old friends flashed by as I fell. I closed my eyes as I fell; only wishing my certain death to come sooner. I felt a gentle tapping on my arm, and the blackness shifted.
I opened my eyes; I was staring at the marble ceiling of the agency. I turned my head groggily to the side to see who had disturbed my nightmare, raising a hand to my forehead as I wiped the sweat off. The woman from earlier was back, and she was smiling again. I don't know how she could be so goddamn happy all the time.
"So, Roxas, we have found new home for you in destiny islands. There is a foster mother there who is willing to take you. Isn't that great?" She scanned my face, obviously searching for enthusiasm. There was none present.
"She has one child of her own, a daughter. Im sure you too will get along very well" She smiled at me, expecting me to say something still. I simply nodded at her, placing my hands back behind my head. She stood up.
"Come on" She said softly as she put her umbrella back up. Destiny Islands huh? Never heard of it. I stood and walked after her abysmally, letting my mind wander as I followed her.
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I sat down on the uncomfortable armchair, feeling my ear drums pop as the plane ascended. Great. I pulled out my iPod, one of the last things I had left. (My others being my wallet and my skateboard)
I folded my legs on the seats. I was alone again. That lady I can't remember the name of dropped me of at the airport then got back into her car. Huh. I knew her show of kindness couldn't last for long. I hate people feeling sorry for me already.
I pushed my earphones into my ears, ignoring the ringing sound as I turned Linkin Park-Given Up on. I wanted to drown out the world, and a screamo song seemed perfect. My little brother used to play air guitar and scream the songs, pretending to be rockstar. I shook my head and looked at my reflection in the airplane window.
My hair was sticking up in random spikes, tilting lifelessly to the side. It looked dull and colourless, like the dark blonde had been washed out of it. My normally piercing dark blue eyes were glassy and unfocused, giving me a 'deer caught in the headlights' look. My nose was red, something that just always happened to me when I cried. I rubbed my hand across my nose, sniffling again as I leaned back to rest my head on the headrest.
Why did they have to leave me here? Will I always be alone?
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