Note: Gah I love this story XD I dont know why and I know its very self centered by I have never liked any of my own art before, drawing or anything.
Anyway...Yea, enjoy. ^_^

By the way: 12 alerts! And only 3 chapters prior!!
My last story, with 10 chaps. had only 3 alerts! Im proud. ^_^


Roxas didn't know what to do.
He felt like he was losing his mind, alonfg with his house.
A few more sniffles, and Roxas sat up on his bed, dried his eyes and looked into his mirror.
Then down at his arm, the wound covered by a sleeve, he felt such remorse and sorrow.

'Me and dad are about to lose everything, and I did THIS because some kids pick on me and beat me up?'
"Those children are mean to you, they always have been. Its not your fault Roxie, everyone breaks sooner or later."
'Those kids are my friends…they are just joking.'
"Friends?! How in gods name are they your FRIENDS?"
'They talk to me…'
"I talk to you to, does that make us friends?"
'Your in my head, I don't care what you say, You are IN MY HEAD'
"Really? Am I?"
'Where else would you be?'
"Just wait Roxie…A few more days is all I need…"
'What do you mean?'
Nothing, no reply.
Roxas was sure, he was going crazy.
Luckily, it was Friday night, and that meant he could relax finally.

And how did one like Roxas relax?
The only way he knew how; Pickle Chips and a nice warm bath.

Roxas laid his head on the corner of the tub, the curtain closed incase his intoxicated father barged in at a moments notice.
He wouldn't be to happy to see Roxas eating in the tub.

'I don't get it, maybe I am crazy…' Roxas thought to himself as he ate his chips, straight from the bag, he always said they tasted better that way.
'I mean, not only do I talk to myself, when I do it in my room, a different voice answers…'
Roxas sat up, then leaned forward so his chin rested on the other side of the tub.
'And that voice…its so comforting, soft, and…beautiful.'
He closed his eyes, thinking about that voice, but never once that he was crazy.
Which one good, he really ought to stop saying that to himself.

Somehow time passed him by, and when his 'family' sized bag of Pickle Chips was gone, it had been two hours, the water was like ice, and his skin was a prune.
The idea of prunes mixing with Pickle Chips and ice made Roxas a little sick to his stomach.

Drying himself off in front of his bathroom mirror, Roxas took a look at himself, standing there in his checkered, black and white boxers.
He was handsome. Why did kids pick on him? And why was it so hard for him to get a date?
He hadn't even had his first kiss yet, he knew guys much worse looking then himself with girlfriends.

Shrugging and decided it wasn't important, Roxas pulled on his pajamas, then off to bed.

"Wow, I thought you drowned or something."

Shaking his head, Roxas looked into his mirror. He had grown to love that red color the frame was.
He also began to consider dying his hair the red it was in this reflection, it was growing on him.
'Sorry, I needed some time to think things through.'
"Well don't worry me so much, I need you, you know?"
'Why do you need me? If anything, I need you. I need SOMEONE to talk to ya' know?'

Roxas stretched out on his bed, then kept thinking.
'Besides, I'm still not convinced your not in my head.'
"I told you! Just wait! Give me a few more days Roxie!"
'Why do you call me that?'
"What? Roxie? Its better then 'Rocky' or 'Rockas', isn't it?"
'Yea I know but…No ones called me that since…'
A pause, this was not something Roxas wanted to think about again.
He rolled away from the mirror, and stopped all thought.
"Just because you don't think, doesn't mean I cant still talk to you, you just wont reply."
Roxas was pretending not to listen, but then it came to his attention, can you not listen to the voice in your head? Weren't they always there?
"Your mother."
Roxas froze.
'Don't…Please just…'
"Don't bring her up? What's wrong, Roxie, I thought you were ignoring me."
'Please…Just shut up…'
"Why? You aren't listening anyway, remember? What difference does it make?"
'If I knew…If I just KNEW where that voice was coming from I'd-'
"What? Stop me? No can do, I may not live in your head, but I'm in it now…"
Roxas didn't hear anymore voices that night, but his nightmare was bad enough to make up for it.
He was in a big house, a mansion almost, looking for someone.
Then he found her.
His mother. Her sweet brown hair, her soft green eyes, her round face like Roxas'.
Everything was as perfect and beautiful as the day she died, giving birth.
Everything except, her posture.
Well maybe not that but, Roxas couldn't put his finger on it.
"M-mom?" His eyes began to water, as he ran toward the mother he only saw in dreams.
Her kind smiling eyes looked at Roxas.
For a spilt second, he was happier then he had ever been, he got his mother back, their family would finally be whole.
Then, his happiness turned sour as his mothers eyes darkened into a deep black.
Her smile curled into a devilish grin.
Her hands, once soft and petite, stretched and sharpened into eagle like talons.

"Roxie, my baby boy…" Her voice was an empty shell, "Roxie, come here." She curled one of her talons at Roxas, beckoning him.

And he could do nothing but follow.
The closer he got to her, the more dark and evil she became.
Until he was in her grasp, and she was the devil himself.

"Roxie, I missed you so much, do you…Do you know why I passed, Roxie?" She whispered into his ear, her voice like a thick poison.
He shook his head, and she replied, "You. You killed me you selfish little bastard. How could you? I had a whole life ahead of me, I had plans and dreams and you…you took them from me." Her 'hug' tightened.
Roxas was having trouble breathing, but part of him was warmed by having a mother again.
"You, you did this to me, Roxie." She spat at him with every word, her saliva burning his skin.
Roxas didn't know how to handle this, so he began to sob.
"You fucking crybaby. Stop that!" She loosened her grip only to shake him vigorously.
Soon everything went black, and Roxas could feel teeth burrowing into the flesh of his arm.

Waking in a fright, Roxas was sweating more then he knew he could in his sleep.
"What…The fuck was that!?" He screamed at his empty room. Alone, and alive. No demon mother in sight.

"For the last time, I told you to quit swearing, I don't think its very gentleman like."
"Your doing this, aren't you?!" Roxas again screamed at the emptiness of his room.
He better quiet down, less he want to awaken his father.

He let out a sigh, "That's it! I'm crazy…"

As soon as his feet hit the floor he knew, something was wrong. His room, wasn't his room.
His floor was covered in slime again, wait no…
"Jell-O?…Red Jell-O?"
A burst of laughter from nowhere, "And I thought I was dense!"

Laying back in his bed, he didn't know what to think of this. Taste it? He did like Jell-O…
"Don't! It…Its poison."
'Poison?'
"Well…maybe, I don't know what it is. You know your-"

"Dreaming still Roxas!?" His father shook him awake, "And what the hell did you do to your arm?"
His arm? Oh no.

"Oh its…just a scratch, I'm fine." Roxas lied far to well for his own good.
A disarming gleam in his fathers eye, but then, trust, "Ok, well come out for lunch soon, got it?"
Lunch?
Yup, lunch, the clock said one fifteen. Talk about over sleeping.

Once his father left, Roxas took a look at his arm, he was wearing sleeves, how did he see-
"Oh my god…" Roxas covered his mouth with his right hand, seeing as it was the uninjured one.
Where yesterday was a small cut from an Exacto-Knife, today was a giant gash, you could practically see the bone.
"Did…Did she do this?" Roxas asked his gash.
"Yes, she did. I guess you need to learn to be less trusting."
"Yea, I got that, and I'm starting with you." Roxas kept talking to the gash, because he didn't knew where else to talk to.

Dressing his new wound, he couldn't even fathom how this could have happened. Dreams cant hurt the real you, could they?
And why was the voice in his head messing with him so much?
Why did he have so many unanswered questions?

"I need a therapist." He stated to himself as he stared into his bathroom mirror, "I am seriously, going fucking crazy here…"

It was Saturday, so that meant one thing to Roxas, Cartoons!
Yeah, when he was six.
At fifteen, it meant a lot of skateboarding.

Pushing off, he glided down the sidewalk. This was something else he did to calm himself down, when the bath was commandeered by his dearest, intoxicated Father.
As he glided past the 7-11 store that sold his favorite ice cream, Roxas tried to clear his head.
"This cant be happening…I must be crazy…" He told himself as he came to a stop.
"Yup, you are. Only the 'crazies' talk to themselves." It was Hayner. Oh boy.
A small punch in the arm, Hayner asked him, "What the hell did you do to your arm? Cut a bit to deep last night? What's wrong, mommy doesn't love you anymore?" Hayner was using his 'baby talk' voice, he always did when talking about Roxas' mom, he didn't know the truth. No one did.
Roxas fell silent, then without looking at Hayner, "I…Yea, I did."

"Ohhhh Just wait till I tell the consoler at school! You'll be the same boat as that fag Riku!"
Riku? Riku was his name? Roxas would have to remember that.
With that last insult, Hayner rode off on Roxas' skateboard.
He had no idea how Hayner got it from him.

Walking into the store, he glanced back down at his arm. Blood. A lot of it.
How was it still bleeding through all the dressings?
How did he not notice it?

Placing his sea-salt ice cream on the counter, the cashier, a blond like Roxas, only with a Mohawk/Mullet kind of hair style, stated, "That's a dollar fifty."
Roxas laid two bills on the counter, and told him to keep the change.
The cashier didn't even look up from his magazine about something called a "Sitar", to take his money, he just slid it into his pocket.
'Isn't that stealing?' Roxas thought to himself as he began his walk home.

His ice cream was gone before he arrived home, luckily or Cloud might have taken it.

"So this was a nice lazy Saturday." Roxas Yawned opening the door to his room.
All he did when he got home was play his PlayStation. It was pretty late, but he had no idea the time.
"I better get going to be-Oh god…Not again" He groaned.
Another look in the mirror.

This time, besides his red hair and green eyes, he noticed he was about a foot taller.


Omg Notes: ^_^ So I hoped you all liked that and chapter five is coming soon.
Something else that is coming soon: My sora necklace!!!
Yup im gonna be cosplaying as riku with a sora necklace XD I R speical person.

PLEASE review and favorite. ^_^

Where did Roxas get more chips? The maigcal Chip fairy of course!! XD no, his dad bought them or something...