Here's the second chapter, but I'm not so sure about continuing the story. I only got about two reviews, and I'm not exactly sure what pairing I'll go with quite yet.
Suggestions, maybe? -hint hint-
Quickie info:
'moo' THOUGHTS
"moo" The ghost speaking
Disclaimer: I don't own KH, I own the story though.
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Sora turned his head slowly toward his left wrist, where the hand covered his cut.
The ghost that constantly stalked him sat beside him, obviously freaking out. Or maybe it was just Sora's imagination.. He'd already began to believe he was nuts anyway.
"What are you doing!"
He would've rolled his eyes at the ghost if he'd had the energy.. Or the coordination at that point. He was getting dizzier by the second. The ghost then leaned him against the wall, looking down into his eyes.
'Huh.' Sora thought. The ghost had funny, aqua-colored eyes. Oh well, not that it mattered. Things were getting blacker by the second.
The ghost turned his head toward the door of Sora's room.
Sora could faintly hear the door slam shut, signaling his father was home.
"You've got to make a sound. Your father obviously doesn't know your dieing up here," The ghost said, looking desperately at Sora.
Sora said nothing, and could slowly feel death coming onto him. He was so cold….
The ghost angrily shoved his transparent hand through Sora's stomach, making him gasp loudly.
It felt so odd to be touched by him…
His father muttered something, then Sora could slowly hear him coming up the stairs. He then opened the door toward the attic.
"Your dad's coming now. Try to hold on a little longer," The ghost practically pleaded.
His one hand remained over Sora's left wrist, and he still had him leaned against the wall.
Once his father opened Sora's door, he screamed.
The only thing Sora could remember after that was the sirens, nothing else.
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When his eyes finally opened, everything was white.
'Am I dead…?' Sora thought, then everything became clearer.
He was inside a hospital bed, one of those freaky IV things inside his arm. It made him shiver.
"How'd you sleep?"
He recognized the same cocky, emotionless voice that seemed to follow him everywhere.
Sora started to open his mouth to say something, but the ghost quickly stopped him by saying, "You probably shouldn't talk. You've been asleep for the past.. Day or two, I think. I'm not good with time."
Sora then stared at the ceiling, ignoring everything around him.
"Your mom and dad are outside in the hallway."
Sora gave him a short nod to show he was listening.
"They've got some people with them. I think they're some kind of doctors or something."
Right then, the door opened. A woman with short dark black hair, and one with long brown hair walked in.
"Hi Sora!" The one with short black hair grinned, walking over to him.
"Yuffie.. Maybe it would be best not to yell," The brown haired one said.
"Oh.. Sorry." Yuffie apologized, scratching her head. She then walked over to where the ghost was sitting, and sat down.
"GEEZ!" She yelled, jumping up. She shivered, backing from the chair.
"My bad," The ghost grinned, standing up. "I guess that's my cue to go. I'll be back though," Then it walked through the bed, and exited the room.
Sora's eyes followed the ghost, and the brown haired girl tried to see what he was looking at.
"Aerith, I'll be back in a second, I'm going to go ask his parents something."
Aerith nodded, and walked over to a different chair, sitting across from his bed.
"Sora, before you jump to any conclusions, do you understand what you did?"
Sora said nothing, but stared at the door intently.
Aerith sighed, looking at the floor. "Why did you do what you did? Wait.. Can you speak?"
Sora shook his head.
She slapped her forehead, giggling a little. "Sorry, I'd forgotten how long you'd been in here." She scooted her chair closer to his bed, handing him a pen and piece of paper.
"Can you write?" She asked.
'Yes' He wrote on the paper.
"Alright, good." She said, flashing him a small smile. "Now, why would you hurt yourself?" She asked, concern filling her brown eyes.
"Apparently, you were also beaten up," She said, pointing at the bruises. "Why would someone do that to you?"
'Because everyone hates me' He wrote.
She was a bit taken aback by the bluntness of his sentence. "Why… why would you think that Sora?" She asked.
'Because I'm insane'
She blinked, surprised for a second. "Wh--"
'You apparently think I am too, considering you work for an asylum'
She was speechless. "How did you know…?" She started, and watched him write a few more words on the paper.
'When you handed me the piece of paper, I saw your name tag, complete with where you worked'
She blushed, looking at the tag, quickly stuffing it in her pocket. She then quickly exited the room, and shut the door quietly.
The ghost then entered, walking through the wall.
"Anything interesting happen while I was looking around?"
Sora shook his head, and the ghost sat down.
"Didn't think so."
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"So.. How, how is he? Does he have to go to.." Sora's mother said, tears beginning to form in her eyes.
"No," Aerith said, looking confused. "He's not crazy.. It's not possible."
"Please," Sora's father said, anger dripping off his words. "You come and live with him for a week. He's constantly talking to himself. And now, this.." He sighed, and walked down the hallway.
Sora's mom stared at the floor. "Please, continue.."
"It's going to sound strange," Aerith said, searching for the right words.
Sora's mother looked up, confused.
"Never has an insane person.. Or, crazy person for that matter, ever completely known they were crazy. They think they're completely normal. As odd as it sounds, Sora's probably just not getting enough attention.."
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The day Sora came home wasn't an actual great day. It was bright and sunny, but his father's mood was the complete opposite.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT DUMB BOY DOING UP THERE ALONE IF HE NEEDS MORE ATTENTION! I'LL GIVE HIM ATTENTION--"
"Stop!" He heard his mother shrilly scream, but not before he could hear something break.
His father never used to act this way before.. Before..
Everything was silent right then, but after a while he could hear his mother's faint sobbing, and his father left, slamming the door.
Aerith and Yuffie would now be making regular visits to his house, supposedly to make sure everything was alright.
But everything wasn't alright.
He knew there was something wrong with him, and lately it had gotten worse. Sometimes he could hear faint whispers of a small child.
Other times it would be the screaming of a woman, and then crying.
The crying happened most often.
The sound of it was so melancholy and depressing, he would often join the sound, whether he realized it or not. Tears would stream down his face, until the sounds stopped, and eventually he did, too.
Besides the new sounds that haunted him, everything was quiet.
The ghost hadn't shown up in about two days, and he was thankful. But, he began to realize he was lonely without the ghost bugging him or constantly asking him questions.
Though it sounded odd, he actually was starting to miss the ghost.
He finally got bored of laying on his bed and thinking about things, and got up.
Silently, he opened the small window in his room and hopped out, landing in the backyard.
Birds chirped, and the sun lay on his backyard like water in the ocean.
He left through a hole in his fence, toward a back path. Not really noticing where he was going, Sora casually strolled around the back streets of the small town, away from the people.
There were a lot of cats, though..
Suddenly, the road he was walking on came to a dead end. Forest covered the path, and a small, but broken fence stood in front of the road.
Curious, he jumped over it, and ducked underneath the trees.
When he finally got out of the brush, he realized where he was.
A graveyard.
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