"Demyx!"

I opened my eyes. I didn't even know I was tired. I looked up; my vision was blurry.

"Did I fall asleep?" I asked. When had Axel come in?

"No," he said grimly.

I looked around at my empty, white room. The door was open. I always kept it dark; I'd forgotten what color it was. I got to my feet.

"Axel why are you here?"

He shrugged. "Somebody has to watch you."

"Why take an interest now Axel?"

"Demyx, that's not-" he sighed. "We've left you alone too long—your arm."

I glanced down. My right forearm was bleeding—pretty badly, actually.

"So?" I reacted calmly.

He raised his eyebrows. "So, you can't be trusted anymore."

"You guys can't trust me you mean." I countered.

"You can't trust yourself," Axel corrected, raising his voice. "How could the Organization trust you?" He stopped. "You are a part of this Organization."

"No thanks," I declined, turning from him. "I'm perfectly fine—left alone. Keep it that way."

But you're never alone.

"Huh?" I stopped cold.

"Demyx?" Axel walked behind me.

"You're still there?" I asked.

"Of course I am, Demyx," Axel retorted. "What's wrong with you?"

I'm always here, Demyx.

"I thought I got rid of you." I whispered.

Axel was silent.

He can't hear me, the voice answered. You can.

"How can I hear what I don't see?" It was a legitimate question.

Just look in the mirror.

And then I was falling.

"Demyx?" Axel grabbed his wrist before he collapsed. He pulled him up and sighed. "What the hell is wrong with you Demyx?"

Prison gates won't open up for me/ On my hands and knees I'm crawling/ And oh I reach for you/ Well I'm terrified of these four walls/ These iron bars can't hold my soul in/ All I need is you

"Demyx," Axel spoke softly. "Why won't you wake up?"

He's so needy…he thought. I could tell…I didn't know it ran so deep…

I…have no choice now.

"…You were right to alert me, Axel." The Superior was saying. "Precautions must be taken…"

"Hunh?" I felt sedated somehow…

"He's coming around." Whose voice was that? Wait…Zexion?

"Demyx are you able?" I lifted my head slowly.

"Is that a rhetorical question, Superior?"

"Yep," Axel remarked. "He's back."

"For the time being." I conceded. I pulled myself to a standing position.

Xemnas didn't look amused. "Follow," he directed.

Outwardly I retained my composure; I was nervous. Looking to my peers I sought any clue. Axel's expression was grim; Zexion hinted nothing. I felt like I was wandering to my end.

Heaven's gates won't open up for me/ With these broken wings I'm falling/ And all I see is you/ These city walls ain't got no love for me/ I'm on the ledge of the eighteenth story/ And oh I scream for you

Thanks a lot Axel, you backstabbing asshole.

The lyrics are from "Savin me" by Nickelback.