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Dedication: this story is once again dedicated to my sister and to all who have had hard and difficult times in their lives. Hope does exist, and even though darkness may seem like the only thing in your life, there is light not to far away. Light and darkness are never to far apart.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, they belong to Sqare Enix and Disney.

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Condemned Hope

Chapter II- Boundaries Crossed and Confusion

Torture; that is what school is. It is a living hell when you are surrounded by peers that scorn, judge, and harass you; especially when the person that is constantly harassed is me. Of course, I should be used to the fact that no one has ever saved me from the harassment. Not even Kairi. Then again, she no longer talks to me since I pushed her away. We do acknowledge each other but we don't do anything more than nod our heads.

Other than being harassed at school, I love it. I enjoy some parts of it like English. Ms. Lockhart is probably the only person I talk to. She is one constant in my life that I can count on but I hold part of me back from her. I haven't told her what goes on in my life. Tifa and I only discuss writing and reading.

Trust is an issue that is a part of me. I don't trust anyone. I won't allow anybody in to know the real me because I am afraid and I don't trust them to understand. Trust also is a part of hope. If I don't believe in hope, then I refuse to believe in trust. It has only betrayed me for my whole life. Why should I trust anyone with my secrets and my life?

I was so caught up in my thoughts that I almost didn't hear the heavy footfall approaching me. I glanced over my shoulder and gasped.

No. Not today. Please don't let it happen today.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't my precious Naminé," a cold voice that I have grown to fear whispered in my ear.

"Go away, Seifer," I said in an inaudible tone.

"Aw, come on babe, I haven't had any fun in awhile, I miss the old times" Seifer said, while pushing my back roughly against the locker.

I winced from the impact. I was shaking badly. He was too close; he was trespassing my boundaries that I around me constantly. No one dared to cross that boundary besides him. I didn't like the way his dark eyes were looking at me.

I tried to move away from him but he threw me back again and pinned my wrists down with one hand.

"You're not going anywhere. I haven't had my way with you yet," he hissed against my skin.

Seifer began to move his other hand towards the hem of my sweater and started to slowly move his way upward under the fabric; his touch burning my skin.

"The best part is," he said while still inching his way up, "is that there's no one here to help you."

He was right and that's what scared me. Everyone was in class already and my locker was located at the far end of the school where no classes were held. Tears started to well in my eyes but I refused for them to fall, I was already weak in the situation, I didn't want to give him more satisfaction, if I began to cry.

Help me, please! Someone, anyone!

But I knew that my silent pleas for help would be unheard. No one ever came to my aid. I should be used to it by now. Angels didn't exist, so why was I even praying for someone to rescue me if I knew by now that no help was coming?

I closed my eyes tightly so that I wouldn't see the lust in Seifer's eyes as he began to get nearer to his goal.

Suddenly, there was an impact that had me thrown to the ground. I still had my eyes closed, scared that this was another part of his plan to cause me pain. But nothing came. Seifer wasn't touching me.

Why?

Slowly, I opened my eyes, and I saw a boy I did not recognize fighting Seifer. He dodged all of Seifer's hits but Seifer wasn't so lucky. The boy was amazingly fast and got a few punches to in.

With one last blow to the face, Seifer went down. The boy leaned down to see if he was knocked out and seeing that he was, he stood and dusted off his pants. He turned towards me, eyes locking with mine.

I nearly lost my breath because I was drowning in his presence. This boy, who saved me, was my first real savior. His hair was a shocking blonde with spikes that defied gravity in different directions. But his eyes were the most enchanting part about him. Cerulean orbs, with a hint of silver were still staring at me.

Still mesmerized that for the first time in my life my plea was answered, I didn't hear his voice talking to me. I saw his lips moving, forming words but I never heard them.

"Are you alright?" he said, with a worried expression written on his face.

I jumped when I heard his voice.

Why? Why did he save me? Angels and hope don't exist. So why is there one standing before me now? Why now has hope started to help me? Hope died a long time ago. Nothing comes back from the dead. So what is this standing in front of me?

"Can you talk?" he asked me again.

I looked down at my feet and nodded. I heard him breathe out with relief. He started talking again.

"Can you tell me that you are alright and possibly your name?"

Shocked that he was still talking to me, I glanced up at him.

"Why? Why did you stop him?" I said in a voice barely above a whisper.

The boy looked at me, taken aback by my response.

"I stopped him because he was disrespecting you and I could tell you were afraid of him. You needed help so I intervened," he said.

"No one's ever saved me before; I didn't expect someone to save me now. I guess I was just shocked," I said.

"You mean he's done this to you before? Why haven't you told anyone?" He asked me. I could detect anger in his tone of voice?

Why was he angry?

All I knew was that I didn't like how this boy was making me feel. I never felt it before and it was starting to scare me. I started to walk past him but before I could go any further, he gently grabbed onto my arm. I spun around to only meet his mesmerizing eyes once more.

"Well, I'm just glad that I showed up before anything more happened. The name's Roxas. What's yours?" he questioned, handing my backpack.

I began to open my mouth to reply, but then the bell rang, signaling the end of class. I pulled out of his grasp and I sprinted away from him.

I ran into the classroom. Luckily it was my English class and no one was in the room yet.

What was going on with me? Why was this Roxas so interested about me?

He's just another person that will cause you pain. Don't trust him. He can't be trusted. You never trusted anyone before so don't start trusting now. Angels, hope, and trust never existed before, they won't start to exist now.

Sighing, I pulled out my journal to wash away the fear and pain. I needed to write badly. I needed to escape into my world where I wouldn't be confused. Confusion is not a good thing. If I was confused about how Roxas was behaving around me and what I felt around him, then I knew it was bad. He had already crossed over many of the boundary I had put up with ease and that wasn't a good sign. He was already getting to close to me. I needed to push him back to where he belonged; where I had placed everyone else.

Don't go near him again, avoid him at all costs.

Trust is deceiving

She can turn on you

In a matter of seconds

If you start to trust her

Then you have just

Succumbed yourself to danger

Trust manipulates the weak

And when she has gained your trust in her

Trust goes in for the kill

And betrays you

Betrayal and Trust is the same person

You have handed yourself over

You gave into Trust

And in doing so

You silently killed yourself

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