Everything was quiet. Roxas looked around to find himself in his own bedroom. When did he get home? He didn't remember anything after he tried to kill himself. Maybe they just let him go home? He looked at his hand. He opened and closed it, trying to get a feel of everything. Something felt weird. He felt as if something was off. He walked into the bathroom. Everything that was knocked over was back hanging where it was, as if nothing had happened. There was no blood. He was sure it would stain something when he cut himself. He looked in the mirror, coming face to face with his reflection. He looked it over carefully. Nothing was different. He sighed, raising his arm to scratch the back of his head. It was then he noticed something different from his image.
The other him wore a black and white checkerboard wristband like him. However, the outside bands of his were black, not white. He fell back shocked and almost hit his head on the tub. His reflection didn't move. Roxas' heart rate began to increase when his refection looked him in the eyes. The image just stared at him, its eyes turning cold and full of hate. Roxas began trembling and shaking. His breathing became heavy. He finally gathered enough courage to move, nearly falling over again. He ran out of the bathroom quickly.
He felt a hand grab his shoulder, nails digging into his skin. He spun around to see the refection him. Blood was all over it, dripping onto the carpet. Cuts littered its face, arms, and chest. There was a very large X shaped cut on one side of his chest…right where his heart is. Roxas took a step back, struggling to move his muscles. With one swift motion his reflection pinned him on the floor. He squirmed, attempting to push off his attacker. The reflection him just used its legs to hold his arms down. The weight was enough for him not to be able to move. With its hands free it reached for Roxas' neck. Roxas kicked wildly, struggling as much as he could, but it was all useless. He felt helpless.
His reflection began to tighten its grip on his neck. The blood on its head dripped into his cheek. His heart pounded violently against his ribcage. He dug his nails into the carpet as his refection pushed on his windpipe. His panting stopped due to the lack of air in his lungs. He began coughing and gasping for oxygen. His refection just looked at him, eyes unchanging and unfeeling. His throat began to burn with an indescribable pain. He looked at the one choking him in fear.
He tried screaming, but only a gurgling noise came from his lips. All his movements stopped. He felt almost relaxed. The pain in his throat reached his chest. He felt as is his lungs disappeared. His vision began to get darker. He couldn't think straight, mind drifted off. The reflection didn't let up at all. More blood fell on Roxas, but he could barely feel it. He couldn't feel the hands around his neck, or the pressure on his chest. Everything was a daze to him. He felt weightless. His pain receded and felt a bit light headed.
He heard something and looked up at his refection. His vision was almost black, but he saw it talking. It's voice was faint and inaudible. His life flashed before his eyes. He remembered everything in his life. Then it hit him. This was not his reflection. He met this person before. He was close to this person. He tried to say the name, but the air completely left his throat. This person was…
He woke up shocked. He was panting heavily. Sweat dripped off his face. He felt as if someone dumped water onto him. He couldn't move, still frightened. After several minutes his hyperventilation stopped and his breathing was normal. He tried to move his hand, only to look down to find it strapped to the bed. He had to recollect what happened. He must've been restrained after trying to kill himself, again., considering his other arm and legs were strapped too. If only that damn nurse didn't hear him… He sighed. 'Fuck… What now?' he thought. He looked around. It was a different room. It was smaller, but had a large window. He looked out the window at the scenery outside. It was bright out. Cars were everywhere. People talked to each other about stupid things. There were birds and clouds. Nothing worth looking at.
The door opened. He parents walked over and stood by the bed. His mother was sobbing slightly. Her eyes were puffy and her face was red. She must've been crying for a while. His father had an upset look. There was a hint of worry and anger on his face. Roxas turned his attention back to the window. Looking at nothing in particular was better than looking at his parents. "Roxas we were worried about you…" his father said, interrupting the silence in the room. Roxas didn't say anything. 'Worried? That's funny. You didn't give a shit when you punched me before' he held from saying. "R-Roxas… Why would you try to kill yourself?" his mother asked, her tone kinder than his father's. "Because I want to die" he said. "But why?" his father asked, with a slightly annoyed tone.
"I just do! Okay? I don't owe you an explanation!" he snapped, looking at his parents. There was a look of surprise on his father's face. His mother broke into a series of sobs. His father led her outside. For a moment Roxas was alone. He could hear his dad trying to comfort his mom. By the sound of the crying Roxas figured his dad made it worse. His father walked back in. "Roxas, the doctor told us about the scars. Just how long have you been cutting yourself?" he said. "I don't remember how long…" Roxas replied. It was a lie, but the last thing he cares about is talking to his parents.
The door opened again. The red-headed doctor from before and his mother walked in. His mother was still crying, but it was toned down a bit. "Oh good, he's up" the doctor said. Roxas looked at him. Now he had a better view of him. His red hair was extremely spikey. He had deep green eyes, and two small black tattoos under his eyes. He couldn't be older than 26 or so. As he talked to his parents Roxas was busy wondering how much hair gel was needed for his hair to stand up that much. Roxas' mother walked over to him and kissed his forehead. "Try to behave okay?" she said, trying to sound happy. He looked at her confused. "Yeah, sure" he said. With a quick goodbye his parents left.
He looked at the doctor, how was looking at a clipboard, marking things down with his pen. "So uh… What's going on?" Roxas asked. "When can I go home?" The doctor sighed. "You just don't get the situation do you? You think after you swallowed a bottle of prescription heavy duty sleeping pills and cutting your wrist you can just leave?" he said. "Well I don't even want to be here! There's nothing wrong with me!" Roxas snapped. He wasn't crazy, just suicidal. "Shithead, you tried to kill yourself again while you were in the emergency room. You're strapped to a fucking bed for your own good" the older man said. Roxas didn't say anything, shocked. Not because of the point the red head made, but the fact that he cursed. Since when did doctors cuss at their patients? Moreover, when did doctors look like they're in a fucking rock band or something.
"Listen Kid, here's the situation. I'm Axel Flurry. I'm a doctor and therapist. We're trying out something called a 'personal therapist'. That means I'll follow you around and watch you. Figuring out a person is easier if you observe how they act you know. I talked with your parents and they said they agree to this" he said. "What?" Roxas shouted. "You heard me. Whether you want me around you or not doesn't matter. You're stuck with me" the older male said. Roxas struggled on the bed, the straps keeping him in place. "Get me the fuck out of this! I want to leave!" he yelled. "If I have to get another injection I will" Axel said. Roxas froze. "Heh, I thought so" Axel said smirking. "I'll let you out of there, when you're calmer. Right now I'm just going to ask questions."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Roxas asked in disbelief. Axel pulled over a chair. He put it next to the bed backwards and sat with his legs in between the back. 'What the hell is with this doctor?' he thought. "Alright. Name: Roxas Oblivion. Age: 17. Gender: male. Blah blah blah… Okay, so I'm supposed to ask why you tried to kill yourself. You probably won't give me a real answer so… Is anything wrong at home?" Axel said. Roxas turned his head to face the window. Why bother with this guy? As soon as he's unstrapped from the bed he's going to try to kill himself again.
Axel stood up and walked over to the window. He pulled the string and the curtains fell over the glass, blocking Roxas' distraction. Roxas mentally cursed at the doctor, calling him every foul name and throwing every insult he knew at him without saying a word. "Roxas, don't think you're getting out of this. I'll keep you up all night if I have to" the older man said. "Fuck you too" Roxas said. Axel sighed. He already knew this wasn't going to be easy.
Yay! It's longer! Not by much, but it is. I'm not sure if some of this is actually true, but whatever. I'm sure a lot of people can already guess who it is in the beginning. If not you'll have to wait.