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Room of Angels

-2-

I couldn't see in front of me, everywhere I looked, all I saw was a world of black. I breathed in, and a horrible intoxicating stench reached my nose, leaving me choking. Darkness. I felt it moving closer to me, seeping into my skin, crawling into my head. Taking me over. Taking me over once again.

I jolted upright in my bed, my sweat covered skin glistening in the moonlight that shone through my window. My chest moved up and down rapidly as I took in gulps of air. A dream. No, a nightmare.

I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, attempting to calm myself. I ran a sweaty palm through my damp hair. That dream, it felt so real. I could still feel the pressure of the darkness moving in, the coldness creeping its way back into my heart.

I shook my head. No it was just a dream..or possibly a memory?

Clearing my head of those thoughts, I flipped my covers off of me and swung my legs over the side of my bed.

Stretching my arms, I stood up and glanced at the clock on my bedside table, mentally groaning when I saw it was three in the morning.

Deciding not to try to go back to sleep, I opened my bedroom door and quietly padded down the hall until I reached the kitchen. I flipped on the light and walked towards one of the many cuboards, opening it, I grabbed a glass mug that read '#1 Mom' and proceeded to put it under the sink and fill it with water.

Once the mug was filled, I turned the tap off and walked to the dining table, taking a seat on one of the old wooden dining chairs.

I closed my eyes and sighed, taking a sip of my water.

"Let me guess, can't sleep?"an icy voice said from behind me. A very familiar voice. Where had I heard this voice before?

Snapping my eyes open in realization, I stood and turned around.

"Oh yes, I knew you wouldn't forget me."the individual drawled. "After all, I'm still apart of you."

"You are not!" I yelled as I called forth my keyblade, knocking over the dining table in the process.

The figure just laughed. "Yes. Anger is the key Riku."

"Riku?"

I heard my moms confused sleep covered voice call from down the hallway.

I looked away from the dark figure and glanced at the doorway leading into the hall.

"Be ready Riku."

I quickly turned my gaze back onto the figure, watching with anger filled eyes as he disappeared in front of me, his glowing gold eyes being the last thing I saw.

"Ansem." I whispered.

I heard a door opening and uneven footsteps coming from the hallway. My mother.

Sighing, I dissapiated my keyblade and started picking up the kitchen.

This was going to be a long day.