Disclaimer: See chapter 1.

I was beginning to panic. It was four days after my fight and I hadn't seen Demyx since. My stresses were reaching the danger level. The small missions I was sent on not including my chores, they were so rushed that it was a wonder I was still breathing. I wonder if I could make it stop. The thump thump…thump thump…No! Mustn't think those thoughts. No, not again. I've made enough mistakes. Oh…I can't think about them again. Too painful.

I laid on the white couch in the organization's living room. It was well past midnight. I was half asleep. My half closed eyes were staring blankly out the window at the heart-shaped moon. I heard a door open and then close.

"Xarla? What are you doing here?" I heard a voice ask.

I moaned and rolled onto my back.

A shadow was cast over me.

"Wow, you look terrible. Have you been sleeping at all lately?"

"No," I mumbled trying to sit up. I felt two hands on my side helping me.

"I'm sorry if I woke you."

I felt someone sit down beside me as I rubbed sleepiness out of my eyes.

"That's ok; I haven't been sleeping well lately anyway." I heard the person beside me laugh.

"I can see that. Why?"

I opened my tired eyes to see who was sitting beside me. "Demyx?" I asked quietly. "Where have you been?"

Demyx chuckled. "The Superior sent me out on a mission," he said simply.

My jaw dropped. "What?"

"He sent me on a mission. That's all."

"And you didn't tell me?"

Demyx's eyes widened. "I didn't tell you? Oh," he smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry, I must've forgotten."

Somehow I understood completely. "That's ok."

"You still haven't answered my question. Why haven't you been sleeping lately?"

I blushed slightly. It was kinda personal, but I felt as though I could trust Demyx. "Well, I was kind of worried about you, but I was mostly thinking over my Somebody's life."

"You can still remember your Somebody's life?" he asked amazed.

"Vaguely."

"So what were you thinking about?"

That was the question I didn't want to answer, not even to myself. I turned away slightly, my eyes on the floor. "Just some of the decisions I made."

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," he said comfortingly.

I smiled through tears that were gathering in my eyes. "Now that I think about it, I would like to get it off of my chest or at least tell someone that I can trust."

Demyx's face lit. "You really feel as though you can trust me?" he asked eagerly.

I nodded. "Of course I do."

"Nobody's ever said that to me before."

I sighed and tucked my knees under my chin.

"I don't know how long ago it was that it happened, but my friends were at a party I was throwing. It was the alternative to going to the school dance. They always bored us to death so we decided to have parties at one of our houses instead of going. Our parents didn't object. My parents were so proud of my friends and I. We never had any liquor at the parties or anything like that. So that's why they didn't hesitate to leave us home alone. They usually went out to eat. I know what you might be thinking now. We probably brought some kind of drink out or something, but we didn't. I just made one small bad decision, though my friends didn't blame me later on. My friend Ella was leaving early. Her family was going over to her grandparents' house since the following day was their anniversary. So Ella's family was going over that night since it was such a long drive. Ella's closest friend, Ali, offered to drive her home, but Ella insisted that she would be ok. We didn't doubt her. Though it was eleven o'clock and the streets were empty, Ella had a car and was a very responsible driver.

"So we let her go, telling her to call when she got home. She promised to do so and left. Since her house was only about five minutes away we sat by the phone. Though we didn't really have any worries we were still Ella's overprotective friends. Only minutes into waiting we got bored and began to play one of my video games. Time got away from us and before we knew it, it was midnight and my parents were home. Ali volunteered to call Ella's cell. And so yet again we waited. Ali tried several times, but still no answer.

"We all thought she probably got rushed by her parents and forgot. So I said good night to my friend and my boyfriend, Johnny. An hour later my phone buzzed under my pillow. I groaned but answered it. The caller ID said that it was Ella's phone. So I answered it as I always did for Ella. It wasn't Ella, it was her parents. They weren't on the road calling to say that Ella arrived home safe and was just sleeping in the backseat. They were home…with the police and no Ella.

"Everyone came over to my house. We all sat around the telephone eager to get a call from Ella's parents. We would have been over at their house, but we figured it would be too confusing. Finally, at four o'clock in the morning, the phone rang. My mom fumbled with it, but finally answered it and put it on speaker. It was Ella's dad. The police had found two cars on the side of the road. One was Ella's and the other was a man. Both had died on impact. They tested the man and Ella. The man was severely intoxicated. He had been half dead on the road, but Ella was good. There was no alcohol in her. Ella never drank any alcohol. The funeral was the next week. It was hard on all of us…"

Demyx and I were silent. The tears were running down my face, but my voice had still been strong.

"That was terrible," Demyx said.

"There's still another," I said quietly, my voice cracking.

"Go ahead," Demyx coaxed reassuringly.

"Well, I was standing on the top of a building. We were having a party below. It was for our school. Everyone who had achieved academic excellence went and we all had so many invitations we could give to our friends and family. Most of my friends were invited by the school, but any that weren't invited we brought them with us, along with our parents.

"I went to the building roof. It was opened to everyone, but it was raining so hard outside that nobody came up. I was alone for a while. I was thinking about Ella a lot. I stood on the edge, not sure what to do exactly. My friends came up when they couldn't find me. They asked what I was doing. I rid the idea from my mind then and decided to go back to the party, but I slipped…and Johnny saved me…but he fell…. After waiting in the hospital for three hours we got word that he had died.

"I couldn't believe it. Two of my closest friends, my boyfriend…my friend…they had both died and I felt as if it was my entire fault. Throughout the next month or so, I lost contact with my other friends. Ali moved and never wrote…everyone else just saw that I was depressed and let me be. During that time I must've had at least one bad argument with all of them. It was so hard on me."

Demyx rested his hand on my shoulder. "Are you ok?"

I could see he really didn't know what to say. "I don't know, but all this time…I've been wondering why I was chosen to become a Nobody. I had such a terrible life as a Somebody, why was I given a second chance when there's probably someone out there that actually deserved it?"

Demyx wrapped me in a hug. "There's a reason for everything and I think you deserve a second chance. Besides, it's not your fault."

I sighed. "It's been a long time since I've heard that. That's what my friend accused me of. I'm so glad somebody actually cares."

He chuckled and stroked the back of my head. Finally, I fell asleep. I was still on the couch, but I was with the only person who cared. The only person who mattered.