Alright, since I'm on a roll with these… and cause they're fun to do, I decided to keep going!
Disclaimers: Chain of Memories isn't mine either. I forgot to put that in the beginning of the first "arc".
And yes, I am of the opinion Naminé was tortured in Castle Oblivion. So there. And I think this is actually the shortest one I've done so far.
Naminé sits quietly at the table, looking over the once pristine pages scattered all over the room. Her sapphire eyes fill up with hot tears as she silently picks the torn and battered notebook from the ground. She notices that all the sheets of paper inside had been torn out, flung around the room in one last fit of fury by the intimidating Larxene.
Naminé shivers slightly, glad for once that she wouldn't be hurt by that cruel woman. She rubs her arms to get rid of the goosebumps that had suddenly risen up on her pale skin. She picks up another sheet of paper, noticing the large dirty footprint on it and the bright pink petals sprinkled around it.
She sighs sadly, glad that she wouldn't be hurt by Marluxia anymore either. She was tired of having her skin nearly sliced off by that sickening scythe of his. Or being electrocuted by Larxene's sharp daggers. In fact, she was tired of being hurt in general.
She was happy to be leaving, even if she thought that Riku was a bit creepy and that DiZ man was an insane maniac. She could forgive them for that, since she was kind of to blame for a large portion of their misfortunes. She was even to blame for the fact that Riku's best friend (and his dog and duck companions) were currently sleeping inside of a trio of giant eggs. That one was a little hard to explain. But it happens, right?
As she piles up the old drawings neatly in a stack on the table, she notices one more thing about her prison room. Now that she was leaving it, to go somewhere else far away, she couldn't help but notice this.
Naminé picks up the top drawing from the stack, observes the crude figures in it critically and sighs. She turns it one way then the other before admitting to the fact. She could deny it no longer.
She really, really sucked at drawing.
