Sora turned off his radio, sighing. Reaching over for his pop, he listened to the fizz of the liquid inside. Why am I here? Why can't I live in my dreams... never wake up from that place?
He thought back to that wonderful place of his sleep. The strange companions that he'd made. Donald and Goofy... They were like the siblings he'd never had. He'd cast magic and fought the darkness within himself. But it always found him again. It found him in the form of his abusive parents and vindictive teachers. The daily beatings at school. Repeating endlessly, day after day after day. Wash, rinse, and repeat.
Sora's musician's ears clamored for noise, so he flipped on a random song on a random radio station. Rock. Another random station. Classical. Another random song, another random CD. Like the random faces in the crowds. Those faceless bastards watched as he was kicked and beat senseless every day, the teachers looked the other way, knowing full well that nothing they did would help.
Finally. Something that fit his mood: death metal. The psuedosoothing pulse of the bass, the drone of the lead guitar. The raspy almost-singing pounding from the speakers. "Messed up, thrown down, rip me into shreds; I'm leaving you now, for that dark little room in my head..." Sora chuckled a little, then broke into a full, bitter laugh. Oh the sweet irony of those words. He had whole worlds within his own mind. Sweet oblivion found his mind as his eyelids began to drop, his body began to relax. Sleep gripped his troubled spirit once again, and he drifted off to those wonderful people that loved him for who he was...
