~Sora's Story: Infinite Horizons~

"Let me go next," Sora said, and Roxas blinked. He wanted to go next, but if Sora was up for it, then by all means.

"Sora, you seem like such a nice guy. Why would you ever want to... die?" Xion asked, and immediately looked guilty about it.

"Well, you see..."

I always tried my best...

I'm a member of the Kisaragi family: one of the richest, company-running families of the world. They produce almost everything in the world, and what they don't make, isn't worth their time.

I, Sora Justin Kisaragi, am their only heir. As to expect, I'd be the center of attention. Failure was not an option for me. I had to be perfect, nothing less was not accepted.

I was the smart one at school, the best at soccer, and the one everyone wanted to hear play the violin. I like to think that I excelled at these things. At age fourteen, I played at the Mark Of Mastery Symphony. At age fifteen, I got recommended to the most prestigious college in the northern hemisphere. I thought that was more than enough to prove my worth to my father, that he might finally say that he was proud of me.

That was all I wanted. I had to keep trying to see if he would notice me. This was the only way. I remember that once, when I was a kid, I purposely got a bad grade in an exam, to see what would happen.

Worst idea ever.

I was forced to stay in the basement of my own house, with nothing to eat but saltine crackers. I was five at the time. I layed against the cold floor until my mom arrived. She was so angry with dad and gave him a good scolding. But the look in my father's eyes only led me to believe that he'd do it again.

At age ten, my mom died.

I'm going to be honest with you, I wasn't as pained as much as a kid who lost his mother should've been. My mother was almost never around, so it was like I barely knew her. I didn't shed tears that day.

Nor did my father.

Keeping up the cheerful facade was hard. Everyone admired me, made me feel special. But I was hollow inside; no amount of warmth would be able to move my empty heart.

I was always surrounded by friends. They never discovered my grief, I was one hell of an actor too.

Thinking back on it, I could've been anything I wanted.

Anyway, one day...

I was skateboarding at the park outside of my house. A great pastime; I loved it to pieces. But that day, I just wasn't feeling it. Falling of the board in slow motion, only for the concrete to make harsh contact with my arm. A sickening crack was heard. I howled in pain.

A friend rushed me to the hospital. Full diagnosis, a broken arm. My father was called, but he didn't answer. I could only imagine what crap I was going to be put through. Telling the doctor it was okay, I walked home with that broken arm. It must've taken me at least 2 hours to reach my house. I remember that it started to rain too. Good thing I had a hoodie on. I used my keys and walked through the gate, and the activity was overwhelming.

Maybe dad is having a conference, I thought. Though I always know when those are...

They're were tons of reporters waiting for his response. My father, on the top of the steps of my home while holding an umbrella, spoke to the audience.

"Thank you for coming. I must confirm that yes, my son is dead. I shall grieve the passing of my only son, Sora Kisaragi. "

What?

No idea who his parents are. You imagine that. And DON'T say Zack/Aerith, 'cause Zack would NEVER be such a shitty father.

Short chapter, sorry. (._. )

Bye~!

~OmegaStarShooter14~