Sooooo back with the next chapter. This will be a Kairi chapter, since I'm skipping from char. to char. Thanks to the very, very few reviewers (cries), especially sephyandme. I need more reviews people!

I do not own Kingdom Hearts or its characters, they belong to Square Enix and Disney.

On with my least favorite chapter! (Self loathing/pity annoys me, so I, not quite sure why I wrote this, haha).

Chapter 4: Forgotten

"Honey, don't you want to come out of your room? It's time for dinner."

Kairi sat in silence with her knees up against her somewhat small chest as she stared out of her open window, while the breeze gently rustled her smooth hair. She had been curled up in a ball on her small twin-sized bed for hours, though to Kairi, it seemed like much longer.

"Kairi, sweety, please come downstairs." Her mother always had to plead with her to coax her out of her room. She was secretly amazed that her mother put up with her. She would have gone out of her mind in annoyance if her daughter had ignored her for over a year, only moping, never with a smile on her face. Sometimes she was surprised her mother didn't hit her. Sometimes she wished she would.

There was a silence as Kairi's mother gave up hope of trying to get her daughter to come eat dinner with the rest of the family. Kairi loosened her grip on her knees slightly as she gave a disappointed snort towards the thought of her mother. Her false mother.

The red head suddenly felt the overwhelming feeling of loneliness. "Why hadn't her mother tried harder to get her spirits up? Why had she just given up? Did she not care enough about her to bother?"

There was an abrupt change in Kairi's attitude as she threw the nearest object she could reach out the window. The ragged hand-sewn doll flashed by the windowsill, and was gone. Kairi shut her eyes tightly as she stood up and strode across the carpet towards the open window and closed it with a loud thud, not looking for the point where the doll had landed. With another, lighter thud, she plopped down on the soft carpet.

"Why does this have to happen to me? Why does nobody love me? Why can't I be happy?" Kairi was swirling in her own self pity, which she only hoped would leave her be. She was lying to herself, blaming her hurt on her mother now. Her mother didn't deserve it. She needed to take responsibility for her own feelings.

The small-framed girl rose from her kneeling position as she tried to sort out her feelings. She walked the length of her room once again and decided on her bed as her next seat, not being able to sit still.

"This isn't really about me. Noone should have to feel sorry for me. I'm upset about Sora and Riku, but it's only because I'm not with them. What about how they're feeling? They might be in some awful place, hurt, and even more alone than I feel. I'm just being selfish wanting them with me, when I should really be worried about them themselves."

Kairi felt more fresh tears tug at the corners of her swolen, red eyes. She really did need to stop being so selfish.

Taking a standing position and sluggishly moving towards the door, she made her way down the stairs with difficulty with her blurred vision. Entering the kitchen, Kairi saw her mother and father ("not fake" she thought) rise from the table and their dinner upon seeing their daughter with her muddled countenance.

"Honey, are you alright?"

"I...I..." Kairi could not finish her sentence as she felt the floor and walls spinning away from her. Feeling her body temperature rise, she grasped blindly at anything that could hold her up, but failed miserably as she collapsed and fell to the ground with the third and heaviest thud of the night.

And the last thing she saw was his face...

Ok, I know, I know, Kairi's very, very annoying in this chapter, but I just kinda wanted to get her feelings across and to tell you the truth, fill in space. And I know that this story is starting off incredibly slow, but for next chapter I'll make Sora do... something... hehe... I'm not very good at thinking up things ahead of time.

Please, Please R&R, I would really appreciate it. Constructive criticism is welcome, but please, no pointless flames. Come on, it only takes a few seconds. I knoooow you want to.