I felt ignored.
You all walked by me without a care. You had no regards for me, not a single one of you. I may be Nobody, but I'm a something. A small something, but something nonetheless. And it hurt that you didn't pay attention to me.
I felt uncared for.
I always knew. I always knew I was some sort of tool. The way I was looked at, treated, spoke to, and kept. I might as well have been a sword in a sheath. The way I was looked at…it wasn't out of love, or compassion…it was so I wasn't damaged.
I felt used.
I was sent on a mission. And then I came back. I killed Heartless. And then I came back. Over, and over again. I never even received recognition for a job well done. And as time passed, I began to fear the day where you were bored of me, you were tired of me, and then you'd throw me away.
I felt neglected.
My needs weren't considered. My wants were unheeded. I thoughts were shrugged off and my ideas were blocked out. I was loyal to you when you called upon me, and the least you could've done was be my friends. And even if we couldn't be friends, it would've been nice if you had lied. Though, I'm sure you have already.
I felt like Nothing.
And you all, you all who were what I was, made me feel like that.
I may be Nobody, but,
I need more affection than you know.
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Happy Doomsday, everyone! WE'RE ALIVE! :D (gives you all oversized cookies)
This drabble is about how Roxas felt very unloved and unwanted, and that he just wanted a bit of affection. Poor Roxy… :(
The last line, of course, came from the line in 'Sanctuary', when played backwards. I love that line, and I thought I needed to write a drabble about it.