Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts but if I put OC's in I own them.

Author notes- Thank you for your reveiws! Well time to get to the story. It took about seven times to finish typing this sad I know.

Chapter 3- Let me help you

"Sora!" Namine whinned, when she got no answer. "Tell me! Why are you smiling! Are you happy the cuts aren't healing! What could have happened to make you like this! Why not tell me!" Tears rolled down her slightly pink cheeks. "I want to help you!" She was yelling too loud, her voice started to become hoarse.

"I can't and wont get you involved in my problems. Especcailly because you can get hut. Physically and mentally. I don't want that to happen to you. You're too good for that."

Namine gave up and continued to unwrapp the bloody mess. When she finished she put the used gauze aside so that she could treat his wounds. After putting the ointment on, she wrapped his cuts with the gauze tightly but not to tight. She moved on to the upper arm doing the same. That one looked mostly healed but not fully.

Sora tried to keep the pleasen smile off of is face and successed when he saw a fully healed cut on his lower right arm. His eyes twitched in annoyance. Why have my blood pour out of me instead of my breath. Sora siged going back into depression Because I don't deserve a quick, painless death. I don't deserve death at all.

Namine looked at him a little disgusted at what she saw. "So you smile at the sight of your own blood but frown at a healed cut!" She shook her head. The blonde looked at him for a second then walked out of the room, shutting the door softly behind her.

The brunette looked at the medicans next to him. He smiled at all the different kinds. Advil, Aleve, Nyquil. They were all there. Not thinking of why there were all of these different kinds. He picked up a bottle, opened it, and took about 10 pills. He did this on all of the bottles, some more than others. With the liquid ones he downed like it was soda.

He started to feel dizzy and he smiled as he picked up a glass bottle. He laid on his side, left arm hanging over the side, above the garbage. He broke the bottleon a close table and put it to his left wrist. Pushing into the gauze and skin he drew blood instently, then he swipped the broken glass across the gauze making it fall into the garbage followed by the dripping noise of his blood hitting the metal at the bottom. Death'll come easier the more I bleed. He did this a few more times and didn't go over them like he did the last time. He watched his life fall into the bin. He didn't want to stain the floor or bed or anything with his dirtyness. It'd be such a waste of such a pure room. The young father put the deadly hunk of glass in the trash. His eye sight was falling him and starting to go blurry. I'm so selfish. Ending my life when people worse of are stable and not cutting or popping. I really do belong in the bin with all the trash. Though I'm doing the world a favor by ending it. As the his world started to turn black as a blonde girl walked into the room and saw him laying there. Her eyes watering, tears threating to fall, she said something. It was incoherent to Sora. The last thing he saw was the girl picking up the phone and most likely call 911.

Flashback->

Sora's eyes were huge. He couldn't believe the sight in front of him. Two dead bodies. One his mother; her neck sliced, arms bruised and broken, and her legs covered by the other body. The other body was of Kairi, his girlfriend. So young, so innocent. Why'd she had to die? Why not him? Her throat was purple indicating that she was strangled.

His eyes were warm and stinging with fresh tears. Letting them fall, he cryied out for them, saying that he needed them. To come back alive. To live with him. He slowly walked over to them, careful not to step in his mother's pure blood and soiling it. He kneeled down, tears pouring out of his eyes like running water. His saphieres wanted to close but his brain and body wouldn't let them. Leaning over he covered his face with his hands, wiping the tears away, forcing himself to stop crying.

I wont cry. I wont show a weakness. He stood up, throwing on an emotionless mask. Well more like a face that was slightly happy. No one will know what I'm really feeling. He walked into the bathroom, slamming the door shut. I might have to work on the anger but... he paused to look in the mirror. It'll work. His eyes were still saphiere blue a little red from tears, but were empty and cold.

He opened the mirror showing the medicans and so on. Going into the cabintet, he took out the gauze and some tampons, tossing the tampons into the trash. We wont need them anymore. It's a home with guys only now. He flicked the switch in the back, taking out the drawer and opening it. Looking through it for a minute his took out his favorite weapon against himself,a screw. It was a little rusty but extremly sharp none the less. Putting it to his wrist, he pushed hard into his vein with the tip, and sliced itopn. He grabbed his switch blad, it was easirer for him. Putting it next to the river of blood he'd just made he cut the vein. The young father sighed in releif. Releif fom stress, worries, pain. He smiled, loving the feeling and the fact Rani was at the babysitter's house tonight. Well I don't have to worry for a little while then. Vision getting blurry he want back to his room, his blood gathering into his hand, making sure not to spill any on to the wooden floor. He laid on his bed and kept his arm, his right to be exact, over the garbage. He put the blood that was in his hand into the garbage. I wont show emotion ever again...

End Flashback->

Sora's eyes flew open, filling with tears but they quickly went away. He though to himself, I wont let that bastad kill them and then see my tears. I wont let him have that pleasure. He put his mask on. Looking down to his arm he saw the were bandaged, not like before wth love, but with saddness and pity. They also weren't like they were before, they were more like large bandaids not gauze wrapped. The young father wanted to rip the bandages off but he didn', not knowing why though.

Slowly sitting up, the back pain completely gone. He didn't know why but shrugged it off. Looking around he noticed he was in a hospital room. Most likely a critical care room. A little smile apeared on his face, but slowly vanished.

I wont show emotion. I wont show a weakness! He yelled at himself, enough to give him a very bad headache. The emotionless mask back on his face.

The bunette looked at his arms again, glaring at the bandages, wishing they'd disappear on their own. The gauze was fairly old, meaning it must be early. He looked for a clock. His eye twitched in irritation but he stopped it. There wasn't a clock in his room. He sighed. There wasn't a tv either.

Now what am I going to do? I'm awake so I can't fall back asleep. He sighed. I guess I'll find out what day and time it is. Putting his feet on the cold marble floor Sora stood up. He walked to the door and opened it. Outside was all white, doors every so many feet. He walked out, checking the number on his door, and went left, seeing a room with a desk there.

When Sora reached the desk he noticed that the man there looked familar. His brown hair went to his shoulders and his eyes were a blue-grey, but more grey. They were filled with mystery and untold sercets. A lot like Sora's just with grey not pure blue.

"You are?" Th voice reflected his eyes. "And why are you in front of me?"

"I'm Sora Watari. Iwas sent here I'm not sure how long ago. I'm in room C-148. Why I'm here is because Iwant to know the time and date."

"Ooh well it's..." he looked at his wrist,at his exprensive looking watch, "...around 8:20, a little before. The date is July 10." The man looked at him. "Is that all?"

Sora nodded and turned around to walk back to his room. About halfway down the hallhe heard sobbing. The brunette walked into the room, the door was ajar slightly so he invited himself in.

When he got in the room e saw a woman hooked up to a life machine. She had long black hair and she was unheathally pale. The place were the sobbing was coming from is a boy, most likely her son. He had shoulder length silver blonde hair and is wearing a black hoody and black Tripp pants.

Sora walked over slowly trying to make as little amont of noise as possible. A squeaking noise was made but from an unknown place. The silver blonde spun around, making his hairfan out. The boy's eyes were an aqua-green surrounded by redness from crying.par tab "What are you doing here!" The boy screamed at Sora, trying to hold back the on coming tears.

"I heard someone crying so I decided to see what was wrong."

"Well my mother was almost killed, well you can call her dead because she's been in a coma for a couple days now, by her boyfriend. So it's no big deal." The last sentence was dripping with sarcsim.

"Ooh I'm so sorry. Sorry Iasked. Is there anything I can do to help?" The brunette sounded worried, thinking back to what he did when his mother died.

"Keeping my mother alive. Waking her up. You're not a god, what can you do?" The words were filled with hatred.

"Well I can you company. My mother and girlfriend were murdered a couple years ago. They were killed in front of me. About 10 feet away."

The blonde was a little shocked that there wasn't any trace of saddness on his face orin his voice."Ooh okay then." His voie was a lot softer. The boy turned back to his mother. "My name's Riku." The boy named Riku grestured to the seat next to him.

Sora walked over to Riku and sat down. "I'm Sora. If there's anything you want tell me. Let me help you."

Riku looked at him, a slight smile apearing on his face. "Thank you." He turned back to his mother and didn't cry, he didn't even have to try and hold back a sob.

After a few minute of comfortable silent, thesilent was broken by aloud crash followed by an angry voice calling Sora's name. This made Sora pale know who it was.

Author notes- Well that's all so far. Just so you readers know this is based off of me as Sora. (except I don't get beat and I didn't see people die.) If you want my best friend, Olik (Nickname) said I should post the notes about this (that we passed back and forth) in between chapters. What do you think? Sould I? It's up to those who reveiw!