In Mind, In Heart

Why didn't his mother stay? Was it really so bad having children like them? Were they really so different? He never saw it that way. Yet she was the one to say it was the last straw, and she was the one that left.

Who else would leave? Who else did Zexion have? Fuujin could be next; but he probably already lost her a long time ago. None of this was the way he expected. None of it. Starting with himself, his mother somewhere in the middle, and at the end of it...

"Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrr issssssss iiit ittttttttttttttt alsssss staaa-aaabii eee esss inyyyyect ceeeceeees annnnd heeeeeseemstobe dooining allritenao"

Falling… Floating…

"Iiiishartis becominmoar active I thiinkkk heeezz wakinup"

There was a mild feeling of floating and falling at the same time. He didn't know which was happening, or which one meant that he was dead.

"Hizeyesare openinnning"

Voices? Dizziness took him, making his world tilt sideways even though, he realized, he was laying down. At least, he thought he was? What was the whiteness above him?

"Gogethiz father hemight want to seethis"

The brighter the whiteness got, the more things he felt stabbing him. He tasted clinical plastic when he barely moved his tongue. Rocks were weighing in on his chest. Something was running up and down his body, cold liquid that turned hot when he recognized it was there. Inside him was harsh pumping, because blood was pouring everywhere and his bones were sticking out of every bit of his skin, fractured parts of his being.

"Zexionitsokay canyou hear me honee?"

He panicked. The cotton from his ears was fading away and the first clear sound he heard was frantic beeping. The rocks on his chest made it hard to breathe. Fragments of his splintered bones must've lodged themselves in his lungs, making it seeringly painful to breathe.

"What'shappeningtomyson?"

"It'sshock mister anderson it'scompletelynormal zexion honey ineedyou to calm down you're in a hospital it'sokaynow"

Scream. He wanted to scream. His ears were hearing the beeping that turned into the sound of a horn blaring, just like the voices around him. Smears of colors danced around him, but his mind wouldn't let him register them.

I'm gonna die I'm gonna die please get me out of here! He opened his mouth to scream, but that hurt, too, and proper movement of his jaw was stopped by something hard and plastic covering his nose and mouth. The panic swelled more, breaking away all of his insides. I'm trapped I'm trapped!

A sandy brownish color joined the other colors and it shouted his name. There was another smear, dark and blue, hesitating in the background. The colors all burned brighter into white so that it was all he could see.

His body jolted – here, there, everywhere; wanting to move while the action made the pain fall everywhere.

"He'sgoing to hurt himself tryto give him some stressrelievers"

"Stopit Zexy it's all right it's all right"

His name. This voice sounded desperate but firm. And familiar. This color and this voice were warm. His vision blurred more and he felt as though he were suffocating.

The smear of sandy brown moved closer, making itself clearer. The warmness from the voice now enveloped him, soothing him. And he allowed this to happen, because it was stopping the feeling of bleeding and breaking. His thrashes slowly lessened. Over and over the voice said the same words…

"It's all right it's all right it's all right"

Is it all right…?

How did one prove that one would stay with another? Is it possible to factually state, "I will be with you always"?

Grasping at possibilities and impossibilities...tearing opinion from fact...was so very tiring.

Was this the time when one was just supposed to "live"?

Ending A/N: Like I said, this one was going to be really short. Sort of a hazy time for Zexion. Well, the end is near. I hope this came out well; it was hard to write out how confused and panicked Zexion was TAT

Reviews, mayhaps?