Dear Diary journal still don't know what to call you thing,
The move was completely boring. A 3 hour boat ride and then another 2 hours drive to traverse town. At least Sora wasn't crying the entire time. I don't know exactly why, but Riku came with us. Maybe it's because he was only really friends with Sora or maybe it's because Riku doesn't have parents. Does that make us his foster family? Whatever... So we got to the house and thank God it isn't as huge as last time. Last time it took me months to figure out how to get anywhere. This time it's more of a middle sized house on an acre of land. It has five bedrooms, three bathrooms, a living room, two offices, a kitchen, dining room, a den and a second story that's just empty space. That is probably going to be a rec room or something of that nature. There is a part of the roof that's flat that can only be accessed through a ladder that comes down into my room. I've claimed it as a veiwing platform and everyone agrees. It's not like they're going to be up there anyway. None of them appreciate the night sky and twilight. The house is unpacked, except for the bedroom which everyone else is probably working on. Dad's home. I can't wait to find out what's goin to happen while he's here... Oh joy...I should probably start unpacking.
Roxas Strife
A sigh escapes my lips and I get to work on emptying the boxes with all my crap. Ten minutes and seven cardboard cuts later, my room is it's familiar wreck. It's even the same colors as it used to be: Red and blue streaked walls with smatterings of purple where the colors mixed and gray/black carpet. The house is so new that everything is quiet. No squeeking or creaking or anything else like that and it's super clean. I walk down the hall and over to the calendar that my mom tacked to the wall. September second. Only four days until the start of school.
"Roxas. Come here!" My train off thought comes to a screeching halt (more like a crashing and an explosion) and I slowly turn to go to the living room. There is only one voice in the entire world that can sound calm, angry and quiet (of all things) at the same time. My dad's. It would be kind of terrible for me to say I hate my dad...but I do. He hated me first though. I honestly don't know why. It just kind of happened. I'm pretty sure it started when I was 12 and had started drifting away from everyone else. I was never very social to begin with, but after I turned 12 it was just meaningless. There was no point to making friends if they were just going to keep leaving me...It's not exactly like I could help it...It was just painful. Every time he's here there's something I've done wrong that he find's out about and then he bitches about it. It irritates me to no end. And here's what he does: My mom updates him on everything happening when she's here. He'll remember everything we, me specifically, have done wrong. Then he dredges it back up when he comes home which is usually months later. And what he usually is on us for is something that's happened right after he leaves for another mission. We still get in trouble for it though. And a lot of the time we forget about it and then when we say we have no idea what he's talking about we get in trouble for lying too. Mom says it's because he wants us to grow into responsible young men. What a load of bull shit. I step around the corner and into the living room hesitantly, slowly, as if I were approaching a dangerous animal (which I am). He's sitting in the chair next to the fireplace, hands folded in his lap. His eyes are cold and hard, calculationg and angry.
"What did I do this time?" No, this isn't resigned. Not at all. It's just a lot safer if I don't try to avoid it. Especially because I know this is a month's ago thing.
"I heard you got into a fight at school. Please, explain yourself."
"Are you kidding me? That was three months ago!"
"Answer the question, Roxas."
"He was teasing Sora and when Sora told him to leave him alone he punched him. So I ran to where they were and kicked the jerk to the next millenium, figuratively speaking." My legs are tensed ready to run. He's making his way towards me now and it makes adreniline rush through my body, screaming "FLEE! FLEE!"
"Fighting isn't okay, Roxas. You've been told that time and again."
"Then why is it okay for you? You fight people all the time!" My throat is burning from my small outburst, tears wanting to force there way out. His hand connects with my cheek and I take a tep back, hands automatically cupping the red mark.
"Watch your mouth, Roxas, and shape up your act. Fast." I don't acknowledge the words, I'm running to quickly. My door slams behind me, lock clicking into place and I slide to the floor against the door. Now you know why I cut. If my dad wasn't such an ass and if he didn't beat me everytime we saw each other I probably wouldn't be so depressed. Unconciously, I reach for my phone. Not totally sure why though. Hayner, Pence and Olette won't want to talk to me and I only have three other contacts, all of whom are in this house. I yell at Sora to go away and leave me alone before sliding my hand into my pocket and pulling out my knife. The burning red is my only comfort...
Sorry for the late update. I was not home friday and was not able to get on yesterday. I am drawing the above scene (Last sentence of last paragraph) and I will put the link on here when I am done with it.
Ara Mentas~