Okay at first, this was gonna be the last chapter. And then I hated the ending and I rewrote it. But this isn't the last chapter. lol Then, Fanfiction wouldn't let me log in, and then it wouldn't let me update. :dies: so that's why it took so long. I think this chapter is rather... uh.. inspiring? in a sort of AXENATOR weird way that I wrote it.

Disclaimer: seriously, if I owned Kingdom Hearts... Axel and Roxas would have a whole separate story line like in COM's Riku's Side. Except it would be Axel and it would be of how they eventually get togehter at then end (somehow...even though if you saw the ending... well... yeah) and then make out... in the rain. But since that isn't the case I think you get the point.

I woke up, but I didn't open my eyes. I lay where I was - most likely a hospital - and listened to the noises around me. I didn't feel like being bombarded by questions from the doctors yet. Or any shrinks that would like to talk to me about my 'problem.' Obviously they must have seen the scars on my arms when they took me in, and it would be highly unlikely they were stupid enough to suspect the truck that hit me had done that.

I hadn't cut myself in a while actually. Actually not for about 3 days… actually I don't know what day it was. How long had I been in the hospital bed, passed out? Anyway, I hadn't done it in so long. I was used to it happening everyday.

Hearing that voice everyday. That doubting voice inside my head telling me how pathetic and stupid I was. It was like my conscious, except more like the 'bad twin.' I used to hear it when I was younger, but only on certain occasions. Like when I didn't do well on a simple spelling test, or I spilt milk. It's pretty common, I learned, for people to tell themselves they couldn't do something or to tell themselves they weren't trying hard enough. So I let the voice pester me. But soon, I started to listen to the voice more often than to myself, and soon all my thoughts centered around how much I hated myself. How bad I was at things, how people hated me, and then my parents disowned me… I squeezed my eyes tight, trying to not make myself feel bad for what I had done. Or the voice might eventually come back and I'd fall right back into that pit.

Can sins be forgiven?

Just as I thought it couldn't get any worse, I started to hear a hum. Not a hum of a machine, but of a person. It was a slow humming the person was doing, and after listening carefully, I assumed it was a man. It was gentle and soothing, and I relaxed and my eyes went back to just being closed instead of crushing my eye lids together. It reminded me of him, and how he actually cared. Sora cared about how I felt. He didn't say anything anyone else would say about my problem. He just stayed quiet and didn't try to prod too much, like a shrink would do. He didn't laugh at me when I cried, and he was kind enough to help me.

Or maybe it wasn't the fact that he was kind and felt like it was the right thing to do. Maybe he wanted to help, because he…

"Sora? This has been the third day I've found you here." I heard a floaty voice that sounded like a certain red head. The gentle humming stopped and I heard the fabric and body shift in a seat.

"But Kairi…" He sounded like a helpless child trying to ask for something from his mother. A heavy sigh was heard and a soft pitter patter meant that the redhead was coming over to where I lay.

"I know…you don't have to remind me." Her hasty voice came and Sora was quiet.

"I'm sorry Kairi…that it didn't work out…" He said after what seemed like forever to me. I should have just opened my eyes before; it would be awkward if I did so now.

"Sora, it's not your fault. I should have been more cautious. You can't tell when you are gonna fall for someone." Kairi said in a sad voice, and I could feel the tension start to thicken in the room. I wished that I was still asleep.

"But you fell pretty hard, Sora. I'm surprised you didn't break your nose or something." She said lightly, and I heard a small laugh come from Sora.

"Yeah, I guess I did." Then a strange rumbling came from somewhere in the room.

"Sora? Was that…you?" Kairi asked.

"No!" He said quickly, and then another gurgle came forward. "Okay…maybe I'm a little hungry…"

"Let's go get something to eat then. I'll pay." Kairi offered. I think she might go broke.

"Are you sure? You might go broke." I stopped a laugh before it became obvious that I was listening in on their conversation.

"No, I'm sure I won't." She answered and I heard the scampering of feet and the door swinging open.

"Last one down is a rotten egg!" He yelled, and I heard several nurses scolded him as he ran through the halls. I heard Kairi rise from her chair. But she didn't move.

"I'm giving you full responsibility, Riku. Just don't pull the leash too much or you won't have a happy Sora." She said, directly to me. "I'll put the flowers by your bed. Sora also brought you chocolate…but it seems he ate them while he was waiting. Don't worry though, I'm sure he'll bring more." She added and then she walked out of the room.

When I was sure she was gone, I opened my eyes. How did she know I was awake? I looked over at the table that was next to me and saw some sunflowers in a vase. Next to it was a box of what might have been chocolate, but there was nothing but wrappers in it. I lifted my hand slowly to see if it was able to move. When I figured out that I wouldn't break anything by moving it, I put my hand on my head and sighed.

Was Kairi that forgiving that she's 'giving' me Sora? What was it that she and Sora talked about behind those closed doors on that rainy day? I mulled over these and countless other questions that were forming in my head. I wondered if things would turn out okay between us; all three of us. Would me and Sora be able to hang around with Kairi, or would we have to be with her alone? I wanted to know that she was going to be able to recover from whatever damage I had done her. I rubbed my eyes in thought. But it's us that did it. Sora and I, I shouldn't blame myself only for it. So why do I continue to do that? I shouldn't put myself down all the time…problems might start up again. I made a mental note of my goal: get confident. It's a start I guess. I want to start it all over. I want a clean slate so I can get a better life.

Who knew that getting hit by a truck would bring about such a revelation?

Hearing footsteps, I closed my eyes again and put my hand back down. I still wanted to think, so I would just pretend to sleep.

"When did the doctor say he would get out?" My heart stopped. I swear it did. I resisted the urge to open my eyes and look over at who was my foster mother. What was she doing here?

"He said in a few weeks. Don't worry honey, I'm sure he'll be okay." I heard 'father' say as they entered the room and the clacking of 'mom's' high heels stopped next to my bed. They wanted to see me? I- I knew they liked me, but I had caused them so many problems in the past. I ran away from home a couple of times, started a fight in school, almost got suspended, didn't go to collage, had no job…there was no end to the problems I gave them. I was an extra wheel they kept, I thought, just so they could get a tax reduction. But they came to see me, because they were worried?

"Oh, he's sleeping." I heard her velvet laced voice drift through the air that was tinted with kindness.

"We should come back another time, then. It seems his friends already got him flowers. But if I remember correctly, he likes lilies." I heard a thud as most likely a vase was put on the table next to the sunflowers.

"But, I'm worried. He left home again without telling us…all the way to America. And when he gets back he gets hit by a truck because he was wandering the streets? Do you think we've done something wrong?" I so badly wanted to tell her that she didn't, but I continued to 'sleep' as the words threatened to burst my mouth open.

"Sweetheart, I'm not sure. But let's discuss this another time. We'll ask him if you want when he gets out of the hospital and is feeling better." A reassuring firm voice told her. "We don't want to push things on him when he's trying to recuperate from being run over."

"Okay…" She answered and it became silent. Then two small lips were placed on my forehead. "Sweet dreams, dear." I waited until I was sure they had left the room before I raised my hands to cover my face as I felt the tears start to form at the corner of my eyes.

Could my sins be forgiven?

It seems like they could. And I'll try my best for it.

Yeah, I think the next chapter may be the last one... depending on how I write it.

Too tired from lacrosse to type anymore...

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