Who Am I?

By: WolfFoxDemon

When the day rolls by I wonder when my turn will come. I wonder when the day will come when I get to do something great or when my adventure will come. I want to know, because I want to live forever and I can't stay put. My heart pounds against my chest for me to do something.

I don't make friends easily or I just don't make any at all. But there is always this one person that is always there; either to cheer me on or to help me. This person I think of all the time, I want to be with him but... at the same time I don't. I always turn him away like he is some kind of stranger to me. He faces me but I turn away. He looks at my face to see what I am thinking about. I still turn away from him, then finally he comes next to me and then he talks; his voice is so sweet and calm next to me and I just don't want it to go away. I then look at him and not just he but his eyes and they tell me that he will always be there for me. I then push him away and then leave, I can still hear him call to me but, I just can't be with him. It would just be too hard for me; I would love to be next to him and always feel his heart next to me. But I will never enjoy it for long, because I don't have a heart. I lost it a long time ago when I turned away from everything. I don't regret it either because, I can never feel the heavy burden that binds me to the people I care and love for. All of the things I have done in my life were either foolish or just wrong.

That is why I started my life over as a person who feels nothing and will never feel the wants of others as well. I gave them up and I won't take them back no matter how many times you ask me to. Friends will never come to my understanding either, they always drag you down. When you think of something all of the sudden they pop in your head and then you can't get them out of your head. I gave that away too; when I see the faces of the ones who I used to call friends my mind turns blank and I walk away from their calls.

But he will always be stuck in my head the way he looks at me, talks, and the way his beating heart calls to me... I will never forget it, but I will try to, so I don't have the burden of somebody else's heart on my shoulders. When I gave up the life I had I forgot about my family as well. When I started my new life I ended up in a home, I didn't even know. But when these people come in and called me daughter or sister or this silly nickname I didn't even flinch. I didn't know who they were or where I was. They looked at me and asked what was wrong and the only thing I said was... who are you? They looked at my blank expression and they seemed sad. They tried again to see what was wrong. I was perfectly fine and the only thing weird was I didn't know who they were or where I was. After they left to go and think about something I left them behind and didn't come back to what used to be my family.

I then moved to the clothes shop and asked the seamstress if she could make me a pair of traveling clothes. She said yes and took my height and all the other things she needed to make the pair of traveling clothes. She asked me if I wanted to stay at her house until she was done with the clothes and I accepted. I went to her house and then saw that she lived alone, only with memories of her life hanging on the wall. She asked me if I was hungry and I said no. She went into her backroom where she worked on my clothes. Her shop was closed at this hour and she worked at her house at night.

I sat at a chair and looked at all of the pictures and carvings on her tables and walls. I got up and when I saw this one picture, I walked over to it and held it up. There was a boy and a girl in it. It looked like the photo was taken a long time ago and the boy and girl looked happy in the picture. The seamstress called me into the backroom to check my shoe size. I was a nice fit of eight in a half. She gave me a pair of black sneakers with white on the bottom of the foot and the laces were white as well. She then went back to work on what looked to be a shirt. She told me to go upstairs and get some rest, because the clothes would not be ready until tomorrow. I went as she told me and ended up in a spare bedroom. There was nothing in it but a desk and a bed.

I went to the bed and laid on it, it was comfortable and I fell asleep as soon as I closed my eyes. I dreamed of the guy I always saw. He was looking for me, he was searching for me ever since I left him at the place we last met each other. He looked tired and seemed to be traveling forever. I told him not to look for me, but it seems he can not hear me. I tossed and turned in my sleep as visions of the guy disappeared and what took his place were monsters and demons that took over my mind. I woke up with sweat across my face and I was shaking like it was winter. I left the room to see that the seamstress went to bed in her room. I went to the backroom where she was working before and saw that she finished my clothes. I changed and saw I was wearing a white tangtop with a black heart sign on it. A pair of black jeans with extra pockets and on the right side of the jeans had a long white line of thorns on it. I was about to walk out of the room but I noticed a black cloak on the ground. I picked it up and I put it on. It hid my arms and most of my face but some of my hair sticked out because it was so long.

I left the house with a bottle of water in one of my jean pockets. I saw a bike hiding next to an old shed. I went over to it and saw a note it read... take this on your travels it will help you get to what you want to find. I saw it was filled with gas and I hopped on it and then flew down the street with the roar of the engine disappearing as I went. I knew what I was looking for now. My mind kept telling me to look and now I finally am, I am going to look for the guy I fell in love with and that's not all I am going to fight him like we used to. I extended my right hand to the side and a long wide sword appeared in my hand. It did not feel heavy at all like I used to carry it all the time.

This was my friend during the time when I was fighting and he always came when I needed him. I felt something in my chest that gave a sharp pain but then it went away; I didn't know what it was but I knew it wasn't good for me. I road down the street into the emptiness of valleys around me. The moon shone bright and I could see everything around me. But the only thing that came to my mind was the monsters and demons. I shook them out and only thought of my destination. I kept going until the night stopped, but I kept going even when it was morning and I could not feel the light and the warmth of the sun like there was a forcefield around it that I could not go through. Then it hit me, I remembered something from a long time ago but it was important. I couldn't believe it but I said... My name is... Darkness!

Comment please. This is my first story and I am thinking of making a sequel to this one. Sorry for any bad spellings or anything else I did wrong. This is for Kingdom Hearts II.