Sora sat in a corner as a single crystal tear rolled down his alabaster cheek. He had never remembered feeling so alone in his entire existence. 'I just want to end my life', he thought to himself. With this in mind, he quietly drew his keyblade.
He let out a small gasp as he ran the keyblade along his already mutilated wrist. He had cut himself in this manner so many times that the sight of the hot, warm blood gushing from his body didn't even scare him anymore. The lone tear from his face ran down to the end of his chin and then dripped into the gaping wound on his wrist. The salt from the tear stung, but that didn't matter to Sora. He liked the pain. It seemed to him the only thing that allowed him to escape from his wretched reality.