My mind is dead,

Around the others, around me

It is dark and damp here.

I can only hear the mocking crys

From the childish people around me

My only friend,

So far away from me...

This is my Darkness,

Wellcome...

Chapter Thirteen- Sore

Sore...

I sit on a hill by a leafless tree,

In this lusterous spring,


Sora's eyes were a dimed blue, there was no sign of life in the once sky blue eyes. Lines of blood driped from the wounds on his arms and shoulder. He sat on the cold, black floor unable to see anything, sence anyone. To him, everyone was gone, it didn't matter anymore. He was dead. Death has claimed his soul, but not his body. Endless driping sounded in the room. He didn't hear the annoying driping, that was more or less likely driping blood from the bodies around him, that he couldn't see.


Trying to think,

Unable to think...

About what happened,

My eyes are dead,

I am unable to see the life

I once had...


Sora was breathing but his mind wasn't. The girls tha had done this to him, were long gone, looking for the other male, that Sora didn't know was there. Rei. He could have saved Sora either. No one could save the not so innocent blue eyed boy. He sat there clenching to his legs to his chest. His eyes unseeing, his breathing inregular, innocence that he once had, gone. He didn't see him self rocking back and forth, he didn't feel the montion what so ever. He was gone, driven away from guilt.


I don't want to remember...

what happened.

I want to forget...

But I can't...

I'm nothing but...

Damaged goods to you now...


Unknowlealgeable tears ran down Sora's face, his eyes stared wide eyes, unlivingly, at the out going darkness. His mind blank, but yet so filled with images of the 'event' that nearly killed him. Griping, licking, sucking, forcing...wanting to kill. Sora's once kissable lips, were brused and puffy. He shivered, but yet didn't realize it. He sat there, eyes deprived of their once livilyness, their blueness. He was concumed in his darkness.


My body is bleeding,

It's sore,

Raw,

My lips are swallen,

My pride is dead,

Gone,

Like my innocence.

I am damaged goods...

I can't love,

I can't live.


Inside, Sora felt that he had betrayed Riku. He couldn't live like this. He didn't want to see Riku, he couldn't, not like this. Everything was away from him. He could no longer figure what happened to him. He could no longer give that goofy grin of his to make his friends laugh. He had no will. He had no hope. He was in his darkness, deprived of his utopia's and smaller 'happy places'. He couldn't will himself to move away from his spot, curled up, hopeless. The book finally had it's wish. It mentaly killed Sora, It had what it wanted. It had Sora, the only thing that Riku truly loved.


You can't love me this way.

I can't love myself.

How can I love you?

When I can't love me.

I'm crying.

I want you so badly.

But I can't see.

I'm to far gone.


It was raining, no pouring, soft thuding sounds came off of the roof of the small tree house. Riku was curled up, reading the damned Journal and all it had to say. Suki was crying. Riku wished she'd stop, just stop the crying before he cried for his lost love, Sora. Suki was crying for her love, Rei, who she knew was going to kill to get to Sora. Suki knew the cost of killing in the book. That damned book had killed Sora's soul, it's only natural that the only person left, Rei, was next. What they didn't know was that 'Rei' was already dead.


My dreams are broken

My visions of the future, gone,

Like you.

So young, only a teen,

You saw a early end,

While I still live,

Mourning over you.

Your dreams shall never come true,

Your visions,

Disappear with you gone,

Never to be seen.

Down the hole of darkness,

That I lost you too.

Full of sorrow and regret,

I leave,

Never,

Never,

To see you again.


Kairi cried against her pillow in her bright pink room. The room was like any normal female teen's room, filled with clothing, make-up, and stuff animals. Her comforters and sheets were a lighter pink. She stuffled her pain aking cries into them. It was her fault, all her fault that Sora...That Sora was raped of his innocence, like that. Her parents banged on her door, demanding an answer from her. She had locked her door and refused to open it. Her mother was in the hallway kneeling and crying at Kairi's door. They just didn't understand. Kairi screamed into her pillow, damping the pillow's cover with her salty tears. She'd never see her real Sora again, only the rape, life deprived Sora. The lifeless Sora. In her innocence mind. It was all her fault...


Don't worry,

I'm here,

above your head,

I can hear you cry,

but sorry...

I can't forgive you...

I'm lifeless now...

It's your fault...

I'll tell you not to worry...

But I want you to suffer.

I didn't deserve that

Unfairness you granted me...

I want you to suffer,

But don't die,

I want to Kill you, first.


The soul inside of the book seemed to laugh. Sora looked up, still lifeless, but now he can move. He got up, and dressed in his tattered clothing. Silent tears ran down his face. He wanted to kill someone for his pain. He wanted to kill thoses girls, but they were already dead, like he was. He could kill himself for ever buying the book, but that wouldn't seem right. He should kill Kairi. But his better half, what ever was left, told him not to, but he wanted to. Sora stubbled towards the opening arms of the darkness. He accepted them fully. In the middle of the arms was a deathly looking Rei. He smirked and summoned Sora to come to him. Sora went to the older man, and hugged him. After finding what he wanted, a killer's knife that was in a sleath in Rei's pants, he unsleathed the knife and killed the already dead Rei, Blood slattered on to Sora's dead expression. Sora was no longer Sora. He was a killer. Someone who wanted the pain to end, and give pain to others.


Where did my love go?

I was looking for you.

Now all I want to do is kill.

I missed you?

Do you see the blood on me?

Yes, it's blood of our lost friends.

I'll laugh at your stupid expressions.

I don't need them...

I'm dead.


A/n: Would it me nice to ask, not to murder the Author? nn' Please Review.