After several hours of trying to talk to Roxas, Axel took a break and stood in the hallway. "This kid is a pain. He won't say a damn word to me!" he thought furiously. A certain blue haired man walked over. "What's with you Axel?" he asked. The red head sighed. "The one patient I told you about is a brat. Saix, he won't talk to me. He just stares into space and ignores me."

Saix hummed in response. "Well, why don't you try talking to him like a normal person? Maybe he might do something".

"Maybe. I guess if I unstrap him from the bed me might talk" Axel said. "Just make sure he doesn't get his hands on anything that he could kill himself with" the bluenette said before he walked off. Axel let out a huff and went back into the room. Roxas looked at him, then looked away. "Roxas, if I unstrap you will you talk to me?" Axel asked. "Alright…" the blonde replied, in an apathetic tone. It took Axel five minutes to undo everything holding Roxas to the bed. The younger man sat up. He had his head down though. Axel sat on the chair he dragged over before. "Are you okay? Your head doesn't hurt does it?" he asked. The blonde shook his head. "No. I'm fine" he answered. "Your cut is healing, but it might scar" the older man said.

Roxas looked at his arm. The cut from before was wrapped up. He must've stopped bleeding since the blood that rose to the top was dry. "Why would you do something crazy like that?" Axel asked. "Because I just couldn't take it anymore" he said. Axel gave him a confused look. "Well, what exactly do you mean?" he asked. Roxas hesitated for a moment. "I think I just lost him again…" Axel thought. "Can we talk about something else? Please?" Roxas asked, tearing Axel away from his thoughts. "Sure. What do you want to talk about?" the red head said.

"Um… Why do you have tattoos on your face?" Roxas asked. Axel laughed a bit. "That's a weird question, but okay. I got these when I was a teenager. I wasn't exactly normal. Believe it or not I was a pyromaniac" he said.

"Seriously? Are you kidding me?" the blonde said. Axel noticed Roxas smiled a little. He finally got Roxas to start talking AND smile. "I'm not kidding. I used to burn stuff all the time. Papers, old furniture, a car… Well the car was my dad's, before he walked out on us. Anyway, you name it I probably burned it. I ended up having to go to therapy too" he said.

Roxas' expression changed to a cold look. "Well by the look of you it didn't work. Who the fuck puts tattoos on their face?" he said harshly. Axel was caught for words. What did he say when he claimed to once be a patient, but looked the way he did now? Roxas wasn't an idiot. Definitely not an idiot…

"Well, why do you have your hair the way it is?" Axel countered. Roxas looked at his messy blonde hair. It was even messier since he didn't brush it, due to being restrained. "Because I felt like it…" he said. Axel smirked. "See?"

The blonde crossed his arms. "So," he said. Axel cringed slightly at Roxas' mean tone. "When the hell can I go home?" the younger male asked. The red head bit the end of his pen thinking. "Well, being that I'm your personal therapist, I have to go home with you. I guess that would be any time" he said, looking into space to purposely avoid the teenager's look of disbelief.

Roxas sighed. No winning against this guy huh? He couldn't do anything about it. The only choice was to agree. He glanced at the clock. Two in the morning? "What about later today?" he asked. Though he wasn't in much of a rush to get home, not to his parents. But home seemed better than the hospital.

Axel clicked his pen several times thinking. "That could work. I should be able to get you out of here. I'll have to have your parents check your room for any dangerous items. But I can manage it so we're there by the afternoon" he said.

And it got done quickly. He was in Axel's car as the doctor drove him to his house. He leaned against the car door, staring out the window. He watched the scenery go by without a word. He felt different from before he tried to kill himself. He couldn't think. He didn't have the resolve to try to kill himself again at the moment. He felt blank.

He felt hollow.

"-in the house"

Those words broke his concentration on the world outside the window. He looked at the red head. "What?" he asked. "I said, your parents said they're going to stay with your aunt for a few days since I need to watch you. It'll just be you and me in the house" Axel repeated. "Oh…" the blonde said uncaring.

They pulled up to the house. Axel got out and went to the door, Roxas following a few feet behind him. Axel took a spare key from the mat under him and unlocked the front door. He held the door open as Roxas walked in, then shut it.

"So, are you going to give me a tour of the house, or am I on my own?" Axel asked. "You're on your own" the blonde said as he walked into his room. He left the door open. He laid on his bed and turned on the TV. Axel walked in. "This kid tries to kill himself, ends up in the hospital, goes home, and acts like nothing happened…" he thought.

He looked at the small room. It wasn't out of the ordinary. "Damn it… I have school tomorrow…" the blonde said to himself.

"You're not going to school" Axel said.

"Why not?" Roxas asked.

"You got out of the hospital"

"So? It wasn't like a broke a bone or something"

"You almost died"

"I'm still here aren't I?"

"That's not the point"

Roxas grabbed a pillow and hurled it at the red head. Axel got hit in the face, which nearly knocked him back. "Get out of my room" Roxas said, now sitting cross legged and facing the doctor. Axel threw it back, successfully having enough force to knock the teenager over. The blonde threw the pillow off him and sat up. "Real mature Jerk" he said.

"Cheer up Blondie" Axel said smiling. Roxas couldn't help but let a small smile appear on his face as the older man walked out.

"Catch Ven!" a blonde, dark blue eyed 6 year old yelled. He threw a red ball to his identical, bright blue eyed brother across the yard. The brighter eyed twin, 'Ven', caught the ball with both arms. "I got it!" he yelled happily.

He looked over his shoulder at the woods across the street. "Hey Roxas, we should see what's over there. I heard from Seifer there's a cemetery past the woods" he said. Roxas crossed his arms. "No way Ven. Seifer's lying to scare us. He ALWAYS lies" Roxas said.

'Ven' dropped the ball and started walking toward the street. In the distance there was a screech of metal. Roxas started after his brother. "Wait! Ven!" he yelled. The sound of a car was closer. Suddenly a truck was coming down the street, fast.

"Ventus! Sto-!"

A crash.

A snapping sound.

A splatter.

Something wet landed on his face. It was warm. He wiped it off with his sleeve.

It was red.

In front of him was the red liquid.

Blood…

A lot of blood.

In a flash a horrific scene unfolded in front of him. The truck had stopped, but it was too late. There was Ventus, several feet from the front of the truck. A path of blood reached from the truck, to his brother's body. The body was mangled, bending the wrong way, and bloody, very bloody. There were some cuts and bruises all over it. He was too shocked to scream, to move…

His brother just died, and he saw it. He stumbled backward, shaking violently. The driver got out of his vehicle and got his phone out. Roxas got up and ran to his house. "Mommy! Ven-Ven is hurt!" he yelled. His mother noticed the tone in his voice. Both his parents hurried outside to the accident. His mother broke down crying as soon as she saw the scene. His father made him go inside.

But that wouldn't make anything better for him. The image of his brother's accident was already engraved in his mind. He knew his brother wouldn't be coming back. A part of him seemed to disappear.

Seeing his twin die was like seeing himself die.

Roxas woke up. He wasn't panting. Tears were coming out of his eyes. He cursed at the memories of that day. Wiping the tears out of his eyes he glanced at the clock. It was 6:45 in the morning. He sat up, throwing the mass of covers off him violently. Sitting up he continued to hyperventilate, calming his own nerves.

He put clothes on, a black T-shirt and tan jeans, and put his shoes on. He walked out of his room as quietly as possible. He saw Axel, laying on the couch. He had changed into a grey shirt and blue jeans he brought with him. Roxas grabbed his red jacket from the armchair, careful not to disturb the sleeping guest.

He unlocked the front door, opening it carefully. He stepped into the cool night air, closing the door quietly. He walked past the yard, into the woods, the moon illuminating everything for him. He got to an old iron fence, but went over it. Making his way over to a familiar grave he felt his face heat up. He sat in front of a statue of an angel, with it's arms outstretched upward toward the sky. He looked next to him, and there it was.

Ventus' grave.

Tears came out of his eyes, running off his cheeks and soaking into the ground. He curled up, hiding his face in his arms before he started sobbing. He missed Ventus. If he had only been faster, Ventus would still be alive with him. He wouldn't be crying there. There would be no grave.

Awsomeness! Another chapter! I feel bad for killing Ventus… He's one of my favorite characters… I cried a little writing this, so don't be mad if you cried too. Anyway, I think the next chapter will be up soon.