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xXxDownhill From HerexXx


I woke up to the sweet sound of the rain beating against the window. Wait, window? Didn't I fall asleep on the stairs in front of my house?

I got kidnapped, didn't I?

See, this is what happens when you get abandoned by your parents, locked out of your house at night and then fall asleep on the stairs. You get kidnapped. Alright, maybe I'm overreacting. Or maybe not. I'm not sure anymore.

My head is killing me and I still can't think straight. And I'm rambling to myself.

Joy.

I finally decided to let my eyes roam around the room I was inhabiting and noticed that the view outside looked oddly familiar, which meant that I wasn't far from home. Which also meant that I didn't get kidnapped because it would be stupid to kidnap somebody and then keep them hostage somewhere that was close to where they lived.

Maybe I should take a look outside to be sure.

I slowly got out of bed and took a seat on the windowsill. It was still raining, but I didn't mind. I actually loved the rain. It made me feel calm and at peace. It made me forget all of my problems.

I knew that the feeling wouldn't last forever, though. The rain would stop sooner or later and then I would have to face reality. My life. Maybe whoever lived here would offer to take care of me if I explained everything to them.

No, I couldn't get my hopes up. I'd just get hurt again in the end. So from that day forward, I vowed I wouldn't believe in anyone but myself. To not be the one depending on people for affection, for help. I would do everything my damn self.

My way.

Still, I didn't know what to do. Saying that I'd start taking care of myself was one thing but doing it was another. Sure I could clean up wounds and make a couple of meals, but that wouldn't help me get somewhere to live, or money for that matter.

No one in their right mind would've hired a twelve year old boy.

I needed to get out of that house before someone came upstairs. I felt kind of bad for having to leave without at least saying thanks but I couldn't risk them seeing me. They might have started asking questions and I wasn't a good liar.

Well, not yet anyways. That little characteristic of mine had no choice but to change later on.

I exited the room and silently crept down to the bottom of the stairs. There was a young girl sitting on a leather sofa watching a horrible excuse for a horror movie. I stood there for a couple of seconds unsure of how I should have approached her.

Should I tap her on the shoulder or should I just go back upstairs and used the tree outside to escape?

I once again, decided on the latter.

I took one last glance at the girl, who was still sitting comfortably on her sofa obviously engrossed by the movie, and dubbed it safe to begin my ascent back up to the room. I, however, was stopped right when I went up about a good five steps by a quick tap on my shoulder. I was shocked to say the least.

How the hell did she get from the sofa to where I was so quickly without me noticing?

I gulped and slowly turned around to face the stranger. So much for escaping down the tree...

I came face-to-face with a teenager that only looked about sixteen. Her eyes were amethyst with a mischievous glint in them. I easily got lost in them and just stood there in front her looking like a fish. She laughed and told be to go sit down in the living room.

Say no.

I opened my mouth to tell her I had to go but no sound came out. I did that a couple of times and I'm guessing that I resembled a fish more and more. I could practically feel my cheeks heat up. She must have thought that I was some sort of nervous, hormonal idiot.

"Just go, I'll be there in a sec."

She took my hand and gently tugged me down the few stairs I was able to get up and then gave me a playful push in the direction of the living room. I obediently did what she said and took a seat right next to where she was previously sitting.

Before she gained inhuman-like speed and startled me on the stairs.

A couple of minutes later she handed me a bowl of cereal, which I took gratefully, and plopped down into the seat next to me. Here come the questions, I thought, but to my surprise she just smiled at me and reacquainted herself with the movie she had been watching earlier. After I finished eating, she took the bowl and placed in gently on the coffee table.

"So sweetie, what's your name?" She looked at me curiously.

Sweetie, mommy forgot her purse in the car, I'll be right back, ok?

"Hellooo, Earth to whoever you are! "

"Oh, sorry. It's um...Riku,"

So much for lying.

"Hehe, it's alright. I'm Melanie. Nice to meet ya." She took my hand into both of hers and shook. Hard. Kinda felt like she dislocated my shoulder for a second.

"Well Riku, it really was nice to meet you but you have to go now. I'm sure your parents are worried sick about you."

Yeah, right. I nodded anyways, despite the truth. Its not like she knew saying that would hurt me, would make me remember. I got up and trudged towards the front door. Melanie rushed ahead a little and opened the door for me. I stood at the doorway and turned around to face her. This is where I was supposed to thank her, right?

"Thanks, for everything." I attempted to give her a little smile but it just wouldnt come out. It turned into a slight frown instead.

"Aw sweetie, don't frown!," she cooed, "I'm not trying to get rid of you or anything but I need to go to school now. I'm a junior." She offered me a smile for reassurance.

"Besides I couldn't say no to you last night, you seemed so...broken."


"So that's where you experienced your first case of blacking out?," I nodded. My eyes were stinging, tears threatening to fall at any given moment. I couldn't cry now, though. Crying was useless, it only showed how weak you were.

I'm not weak. I'm not weak.

The psychiatrist sitting in front of me, Demyx, was scribbling down intensely into the little notepad he always carried around. Hes been my psychiatrist ever since I was admitted into this shit hole. Four years.

Four years, and this is the first time he's ever gotten anything out of me about my past.

I remember the first time I met him. He was so damn determined to help me. Still is. Its annoying. I don't need help from anyone, I can take care of myself.

Why can't they understand that?

I can feel him watching me, waiting for me to continue. I'm done, though. That's all he's getting out of me. I finally move my eyes from the spot on the floor that they've been glued to for the past couple of minutes and look at Demyx. He's smiling.

I look away hastily and lay down on my bed, my legs hanging off the side and my arms clasped behind my head, ignoring his presence the best I can at the moment.

He sighs, but remains cheerful. "I'm glad you opened up to me today, Riku."

I'm not. I don't even know why I did it. I was just going to ignore him like I always did but for some reason, words just started pouring out. Words, feelings, secrets. They all just came out.

"I'll come around the same time tomorrow, and maybe you can open up to me some more."

He's smiling. Again. Stop smiling. I hate when people smile. They never mean it. It's just a trick. Something that gives you false hope. I sit back up and glare at him, wanting him to go away now more than ever. He doesn't get the hint. He never does.

"Sure you don't wanna talk some more?" He looks at me with a hopeful glint in his eyes, a smile slowly making its way back onto his face. I just stare at him with an annoyed expression. And just like that, all the hope is gone.

His eyes lose the sparkle they had a second ago and the smile turned into a slight frown.

"Well alright, I'll see you tomorrow, ok?

"Whatever." He looks disappointed at my response. He should be used to it by now, it is what I always say to him. He slowly rises out of the chair he was sitting in and trudges over towards the door. He hesitantly places his hand on the doorknob and looks at me.

"Riku..." I scowl.

His eyes widen for a second before he mumbles a quick," Forget it," and leaves the room.I don't want him to come back tomorrow. Or ever for that matter. But unfortunately, I have no power over when he comes here.

I'm just his patient.


The next day comes way to quickly for my liking and before I know it, Demyx is sitting in that stupid chair again, grinning.

I should kick it.

"Wanna start where you left off ?"

Well someone looks extra happy today. Maybe he got laid or something. Lucky bastard. He looks crazy grinning like that, though.

Then again, he always looks crazy with that mullet. Since when did those come back in style? Well, I wouldn't know. I've been locked up in here for past four years.

The outside world is just big mystery to me now.

I take a quick glance at the clock and note that this fool is two hours early. What happened to coming the same time you did yesterday? I have a hour left of napping, dammit.

Screw that. I should kick him instead.

"No." I crack open my eye again and examine his expression. He's pouting. He's such a little kid sometimes.

"But Rikuuuu!" Now he's whining. These are the times I wish I owned duck-tape.

"Please, please, please.." Oh my fucking God.

"There's not much more to say." Please believe me, please believe me, please believe me.

"Lies!" Shit.

"After I left Melanie's house I started hanging out with the wrong group of people, did things that I now regret, went to places I shouldn't have and said things I shouldn't have said. The end." I roll over onto my right side so my back is facing Demyx. I'm sure he's upset again.

I bet he'll comment on how wonderfully I did yesterday and ask why I can't be like that everyday.

"Riku, you did great yesterday. Why can't you be that open all the time?"

I'm psychic, I tell you. Psychic!

"Because I'm complicated, Demyx. Now leave me be, my head is hurting again."

"...meanie.." I turn back around to face him with an unreadable expression and point my index finger in his direction, namely his head.

"Mullet-head,"

Ha.

"Hmph!" He stomps his foot and points right back at me. "Maybe I should start sending Xemnas over here in my place. You two seem to get pretty well!"

Oh hell no.

"Are you crazy?! He'll rape me!"

I don't care if I'm yelling now. I refuse to be raped. Refuse!

"He won't rape you, Hikari." Demyx actually looks amused now, lowering his finger while his left eyebrow began rising a few centimeters from its original spot into a crooked line.

"That's what you think!"

He's kidding, right? He wouldn't really send Xemnas over here..right? He would, wouldn't he?

Shit.

"Look Ri, you have a choice. Either talk about what happened or face Xemnas. I'm tired of being nice to you and only getting smart ass remarks back."

I stared at him with bewilderment. I never thought I'd see the day that, mullet-wearing Demyx, took charge. I must admit, I'm impressed. Disturbed at how he did it, but impressed. Guess I have no choice if I want to save my virginity.

"Fine, mullet-head, I'll talk." I sighed, feeling my headache grow into a painful migraine.

"Thank you," replied Demyx happily, obviously satisfied with how this little battle turned out.

Oh, of course he's happy now!

...Bitch.


Uh..did I do better this time?

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