Author's Note: Since this chapter delves into the world of I-don't-own-anything, let me just point out that I don't own anything. Kingdom Hearts and all characters associated with it are copyright Square Enix and Disney. The girl telling the story is mine. I don't plan on going over the line of Mary-Sueism, not that I ever have, and in fact I'm trying to stay away from it. This is next to impossible in my line of work.
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Chapter 2
Are you still reading? There's more to tell, if you're willing to listen.
By the time I made it out of that neighborhood I felt weak, but I wouldn't let myself stop moving. I cuddled closely to my moogle toy, being careful not to let blood drip onto it, and forced my body to move forward and up an old driveway that hadn't been used in years. I felt my breath growing heavy and slowed down just a little, stumbling to get behind a two-story, run-down house that had been long-since abandoned.
With my back pressed against the building, I slid down in the tall grass and tried to catch my breath. My cheek was throbbing dully, dripping sticky blood onto my shirt. I readjusted the thick, black headband set behind my bangs, ran a hand through my neck-length silvery hair, and slid the travel bag heavily off my shoulder. The steak knife that I had used to impale my mother's arm was in my other hand, and I was holding onto it with a death grip. I finally let it fall amongst the weeds.
I had really done it. I'd run away.
But the question was….now what?
As soon as I got my breath back, I forced myself to stand up on shaky feet and turned around, pressing my hands against the wall of the house. It was all made of wood, and as I rapped on it I found that it was very thin in spots. Probably from years of being abandoned and deteriorating. But whatever the case, I took up the knife and searched for the weakest spot before plunging the blade into the wall. The wood gave way without hesitation and I sighed in relief, working at sawing a hole in the wall that I could fit through. It didn't have to be very big, just big enough.
About half an hour later, (I wasn't sure; I didn't wear a watch,) the hole was made and I was dropping my bag through it. I wondered, would I need the knife? But then I thought that I'd have to eat, so yes, I would. So I dropped it through as well, before clutching my moogle bear and sticking my feet through first. My one-size-too-big Etnies slid a little, on what I could only guess was bat guano and other nasty things, but I made it through without much trouble.
When I turned around to pick up my bag, I drew in a sharp breath and backed against the hole in the wall. In the middle of the cold room, with no furniture and only a bunch of tools before the concrete steps, (it must've been a garage,) a disk was hovering a foot or so off the floor. Not only was it hovering, but it was emitting a soft silvery glow the likes of which I'd never seen. How on Earth had I missed it when I made the hole?
Whatever it was, it didn't seem to be moving towards me or away from me, so I concluded that it wasn't alive. But it was terrifyingly strange, in comparison to everything I normally had to look at. I held the toy in a death grip and a stinging in my cheek reminded me that after that, nothing else should scare me. So I took a quivering step closer to the disk.
A few steps more and I realized that a picture was showing from the flat surface that I could see. Now I was curious.
Leaning over the disk, I got a closer look at the image. It was of a dark city, with tall buildings and rain pounding down, and lights everywhere. It was hard to describe any more than that, but it was amazing to look at. I thought of how I wished I were there, in that world. It would be so much better than here, and how I longed for it. And as I stood there with the travel bag over my shoulder and my moogle bear in my arms, wishing that I could go to that place and stay there forever, a searing migraine pulsed through my head. It was so horrible that I felt myself losing control, losing consciousness. The pain in my cheek faded, and the world around me went with it.
"Hey, I think she's waking up!"
"Donald, don't move her! She might be hurt!"
"Knock it off, you two!"
My head was pounding, and I heard voices. That was all I knew. I didn't want to open my eyes, but my curiosity was getting the best of me. Groaning in discomfort, the one kind of noise I could make, I opened my eyes and nearly jumped out of my skin. Standing over me was a boy with sky blue eyes and spiky brown hair, wearing black clothes and smiling at me.
I ignored my body, which was cursing in pain, and scrambled up as fast as I could. I pressed myself against something behind me, not even glancing up and not having to in order to see that it was a building. Swallowing down whatever fear I could, I took quick note that the boy was at least four or five inches taller than me. And he was moving towards me.
"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked softly, a tone I hadn't heard in years. "We need to get that cut on your face taken care of."
My cheek stung lightly at being mentioned and I closed my eyes tight, shaking my head 'no.' I didn't want him to touch me, or come near me for that matter. I wanted to tell him that, but without trying I knew I couldn't.
He took another step towards me and held out a hand. I winced. "My name's Sora. What's yours?" He asked. He was trying so hard to sound nice and sweet, and I wondered whether he was truly sincere about it or just covering up for himself.
Taking a deep breath, I slowly opened my eyes and almost jumped a little at how close he was. Seeing me jump, he took a step back and smiled again.
"It's okay. We're your friends!" He assured, nodding towards the two behind him. "He's Donald, and that's Goofy." Turning back to me, he repeated, "What's your name?"
Blinking a moment and then gazing down at my feet, I shook my head. My mother had never really called me anything, other than all those vulgar names. I wasn't even sure if she'd given me a proper name. Cuddling closer to my moogle bear, I felt it move; it squirmed against the tight grip I had on it and I immediately let it go, watching in amazement and horror as it flapped its little purple plush wings—which weren't plush anymore, but real—and hovered in the air, brushing itself off.
"No offense, kupo, but you almost strangled me, kupo!" It sighed gratefully, twitching its nose and fluffing the pompom on its head.
I stared at it for a moment, holding back tears of confusion and frustration and sliding down against the huge skyscraper like I had done with the abandoned house. There was nothing more I could do, considering I couldn't voice my opinion. I curled up into a tight ball and cried.
Author: Sooo...lemme know what you think! I did mention this WAS fanfiction, didn't I? -laughs- Review, huh? Later!
