A/N
I wrote this one directly after Clocks, it was also well past midnight, so apologies for any sloppiness. Let me tell you, that before I changed to the next song, I had everything that I could cross, crossed, just hoping it wasn't something terrible. I suppose it could have been worse, though.
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Song: Buried Alive
Artist: Avenged Sevenfold
Album: Nightmare
Characters/Pairing: Xion and minor Roxas.
Staring down at a bunch of conceited, dim-witted idiots was depressing. Just businessmen, doctors, parents, grandparents, children and grandchildren going about their daily lives. Mediocre lives, obviously, but everything had a purpose. Everyone has a purpose. I'm not sure if I had discovered mine too late or too soon. The popsicle stick etched with the word 'winner' and the depiction of a crown was clutched in my hand. I looked at it for a moment, letting the final tears spill over my eyelids and fall down my cheek.
I had been holding onto something, anything, to keep from jumping, but now even that last glimmer of hope had faded away. His beautiful blonde hair and sweet baby blue eyes implanted in my mind like a tattoo. I had been buried by life. Everything had piled up and become too much. The little things and the big things, life had turned into a needy, spoilt child. It was always take, take, take and the only thing it gave in return was bullshit. Just shovelling problem after problem down your throat, and meaningless lecture after lecture through one ear and out the other.
Just one small step and it was all over. The neediness, the ache and the torment. Gone.
"Goodbye, Roxas."
Goodbye, Xion.