"This..This is-"

She quietly thought in her mind.

From the darkness of where she stood, she saw a room with flaking yellow paint, which gave the room a small sense of homliness. Two doors led to a bathroom and a closet.

A bed with unitidy sheets was in the right corner, where a journal lay open. A girl ran into the room, sat in a swivel chair, picking up her pen and beginning to write happily.

"My room. And that's me. Reki."

She suddenly remembered this scene in her head.

"No, please don't be this-"

"REKI!"

She looked up from her journal, her eyes trembling with fear. Suddenly, someone burst through the door, making more paint flakes fall from the walls.

"Th-thats, Candra."

A little girl around the age of 10, with black hair tied into a ponytail. She wore her pajamas, but she seemed very comfortable in them otherwise.

"Candra? What do you want?" Reki asked her sister.

"Play with me." She said.

Reki sighed.

She wrote harder.

"I just got home though, can you give me some alone time? Why don't you play with Ima?"

Candra was starting to get pouty.

"But I don't want to, he annoys me so much because he follows me around everywhere."

"Welcome to my world." Reki muttered under her breath.

She wrote even harder.

Candra gave her a sharp eye.

"God. You always say that. Besides, you never spend time with me anyway. Always writing stories in your stupid journal, or on the computer on the stupid websites you go on."

Reki swiveled around in her chair angrily.

"As if! Who the hell stayed with you yesterday? Me! Who always has to make your food because you're too goddamn lazy? Me! Who always has to put up with your goddamn brattiness every single day I come home? ME!"

Candra stomped angrily out of the room.

Reki returned back to her work, but heard her sister stomping to her parents room. She cursed under her breath. Leave it to her little sister to always get the higher power on her side.

Her parents marched to her room.

"That's no way to talk to your little sister, miss!" Her mother pointed a finger at her.

"But-" She began.

A violent slap cut her off.

"You should have more common sense!"

"I didn't-"

Another slap cut her off.

"Listen," Her dad said sternly, "If I EVER hear you saying those words again, you'll recieve severe punishment. You got that?"

Reki rolled her eyes, trying to hold back tears, for she was afraid she would get slapped around even more.

"Yes."

"Good." Her parents walked out the door, and Candra emerged, giving her a mockingful look.

"See? They don't love you anymore." She mockingly teased her older sister.

"Shut..up." Reki said, holding her ears.

"Don't love you!" Candra yelled even louder, penetrating through Reki ears.

"I said..shut up." Reki's tears began to flow again. She turned around writing as fast and hard as she could in her journal.

Candra lifted Reki's hand from her ear, and whispered with poison from her words..

"Don't...love...you."

Her pen snapped. Tears began to flow from her face, slowly seeping the ink that was written into the journal.

Candra smiled contently, and walked away.

"Why? Why?"

Tears began to flow from her face at the sight of the memory, suddenly, she heard a familiar voice enter the room.

"Reki? What's wrong Reki?"

She looked at the boy who she loved, his crystal blue eyes, his brown spikey hair, his childish-yet-mature face.

Her memory and herself said his name at the same time.

"Sora?"

"Whoa!" She yelled.

The darkness slowly jerked her into the abyss, where the dark flames licked her face once again. As she swam through this time, she drifted by memories of her painful past.

She didn't want this anymore. She wanted to get out.

As she was drifiting, a piercing light made it's way through the darkness, which had strangely attracted Reki.

She walked into the light, desperately hoping it was a way to get out of her nightmares.