Post by Roxas on Mar 12, 2012 16:02:48 GMT -5
Hey guys! OkOk I realized two things today.
1) I've never written from Roxas' POV.
2) I've never written in 1st person.
As such! Here ya' go!
~
Shackles. Chains. An animalistic urge within me pushes itself towards the surface of my skin. Snarling. Clawing. Forcing me deep within the boundaries of my own body and soul, it bays and howls for blood as it feels itself grow steadily stronger within me, gorging on my failing strength. The deeper I fall, the higher it crawls, the more my grip upon reality slackens, the more its own tightens. I hear voices calling out to me, reaching for me, trying to save me from the monster that I am becoming.
“Roxas!” They cry out to me, their tones wrought with worry and fear as I feel my muscles working, my jaw moving up and down, my tongue shifting within my mouth, feeling like leather. I speak, but it is not my voice that answers them.
“Freedom.” I whisper, and with that one word, the lives of those around me were plunged into Hell itself.
“Freedom!” I cry as I burst through the school doors with my best friend at my side. We both sprint onto the streets beyond with our heads filled with thoughts on what we’ll achieve other the Summer holidays. Nothing is probably the most likely answer. My golden blonde spikes of hair bob up and down as we chatter animatedly whilst we run.
“I am so having a party, Roxas!” Hayner proclaimed as we briefly check the road before rushing across with no second thought.
“I might go to the beach…” I mutter silently, which suddenly brings Hayner, and with him, myself, to an abrupt stop. His platinum blonde hair is pulled back from his forehead and he gazes across at me, frowning.
“The beach?” He asks as his brow furrows, I raise my eyebrows in wonder of his reaction.
“Yeah… The beach… Why?” I ask, my breaths coming heavy from the run we had partaken in, approaching my friend, Hayner suddenly seems to show nothing but contempt for me.
“You promised me you’d never go there after last time!” He shouts, pointing an accusing finger at me, his eyes blazing with anger, like pits of white and blue fire aimed only at my own.
“Last time?” I question, my full face frowning downwards into a confused expression as I regard Hayner. “I’ve never even been to the beach!” Which earns a scoff from my best friend.
“Stop playing me for a fool, Roxas.” He says sulkily as he turns his back on me and starts walking in the opposite direction. “Do whatever you want.” He says bluntly as he turns the corner. I stare after him with my mind tumbling, so many thoughts rumble through my head as I try and make sense of what just happened. Why had Hayner said that I promised never go to the beach? When had I said that? I was adamant that I had never been, and I pushed it all away as some self-delusion or prank of Hayner’s. Turning away from the direction that he had left from I started to head for home, aiming to get my Twilight Town High School uniform of as swiftly as possible and change into something much more comfortable. As I was walking, somebody spoke.
“They’re coming for you.”
I glanced over my shoulder with a yelp, who was it that had spoken to me then?! I looked around the street to fight that no-one was there, no-one at all. There was no side streets that they could have run off to. And the brightly lit walls definitely hid nobody in their shadows, my alertness seemed well deserved considering that once again, someone, somewhere spoke to me.
“You need to flee.”
I jumped around to see who was there and how they had managed to sneak up on me like that a second time, but once more I found myself simply starting at nothing. Was I going crazy? I mean, I felt fine otherwise, but isn’t that what they warn you about mental illness’? That even thought you feel fine, the chances are that you aren’t? I’ll admit, now I was starting to panic. I didn’t want to develop some sort of mental illness! I was only young and I still had so much to live for! My breaths became heavier as I thought of the prospect of having to be spoon fed or locked up by the age of twenty, and let me tell you, it’s not a good thought process to take.
“I’m closer than you think, Roxas…”
Once again I jumped around, spinning in circles, trying in vain to find whoever it is that was following me, yet no matter where I looked I simply couldn’t find them, it was worrying me. Scaring me.
“You’re looking the wrong way. Stop reaching out for me, and start searching inwards.”
The voice insisted as suddenly I started to focus, to look towards myself like the voice said rather than looking around me. Why did I do that? All I was doing was convincing myself even more that I was going crazy, but then I felt it, I felt something within me, I couldn’t quite tell what it was but then…
Pain. Blinding pain. So much of it, overwhelming me, I remember little else other than that, only one other sentence, spoken by that same sickly sweet voice, the one that through mere pitch and tone, I can tell is inanely evil. In one final patronising tone, it whispered to me.
“Shh, shh… Sleep now, Roxas, sleep…”
And I did.
1) I've never written from Roxas' POV.
2) I've never written in 1st person.
As such! Here ya' go!
~
Shackles. Chains. An animalistic urge within me pushes itself towards the surface of my skin. Snarling. Clawing. Forcing me deep within the boundaries of my own body and soul, it bays and howls for blood as it feels itself grow steadily stronger within me, gorging on my failing strength. The deeper I fall, the higher it crawls, the more my grip upon reality slackens, the more its own tightens. I hear voices calling out to me, reaching for me, trying to save me from the monster that I am becoming.
“Roxas!” They cry out to me, their tones wrought with worry and fear as I feel my muscles working, my jaw moving up and down, my tongue shifting within my mouth, feeling like leather. I speak, but it is not my voice that answers them.
“Freedom.” I whisper, and with that one word, the lives of those around me were plunged into Hell itself.
“Freedom!” I cry as I burst through the school doors with my best friend at my side. We both sprint onto the streets beyond with our heads filled with thoughts on what we’ll achieve other the Summer holidays. Nothing is probably the most likely answer. My golden blonde spikes of hair bob up and down as we chatter animatedly whilst we run.
“I am so having a party, Roxas!” Hayner proclaimed as we briefly check the road before rushing across with no second thought.
“I might go to the beach…” I mutter silently, which suddenly brings Hayner, and with him, myself, to an abrupt stop. His platinum blonde hair is pulled back from his forehead and he gazes across at me, frowning.
“The beach?” He asks as his brow furrows, I raise my eyebrows in wonder of his reaction.
“Yeah… The beach… Why?” I ask, my breaths coming heavy from the run we had partaken in, approaching my friend, Hayner suddenly seems to show nothing but contempt for me.
“You promised me you’d never go there after last time!” He shouts, pointing an accusing finger at me, his eyes blazing with anger, like pits of white and blue fire aimed only at my own.
“Last time?” I question, my full face frowning downwards into a confused expression as I regard Hayner. “I’ve never even been to the beach!” Which earns a scoff from my best friend.
“Stop playing me for a fool, Roxas.” He says sulkily as he turns his back on me and starts walking in the opposite direction. “Do whatever you want.” He says bluntly as he turns the corner. I stare after him with my mind tumbling, so many thoughts rumble through my head as I try and make sense of what just happened. Why had Hayner said that I promised never go to the beach? When had I said that? I was adamant that I had never been, and I pushed it all away as some self-delusion or prank of Hayner’s. Turning away from the direction that he had left from I started to head for home, aiming to get my Twilight Town High School uniform of as swiftly as possible and change into something much more comfortable. As I was walking, somebody spoke.
“They’re coming for you.”
I glanced over my shoulder with a yelp, who was it that had spoken to me then?! I looked around the street to fight that no-one was there, no-one at all. There was no side streets that they could have run off to. And the brightly lit walls definitely hid nobody in their shadows, my alertness seemed well deserved considering that once again, someone, somewhere spoke to me.
“You need to flee.”
I jumped around to see who was there and how they had managed to sneak up on me like that a second time, but once more I found myself simply starting at nothing. Was I going crazy? I mean, I felt fine otherwise, but isn’t that what they warn you about mental illness’? That even thought you feel fine, the chances are that you aren’t? I’ll admit, now I was starting to panic. I didn’t want to develop some sort of mental illness! I was only young and I still had so much to live for! My breaths became heavier as I thought of the prospect of having to be spoon fed or locked up by the age of twenty, and let me tell you, it’s not a good thought process to take.
“I’m closer than you think, Roxas…”
Once again I jumped around, spinning in circles, trying in vain to find whoever it is that was following me, yet no matter where I looked I simply couldn’t find them, it was worrying me. Scaring me.
“You’re looking the wrong way. Stop reaching out for me, and start searching inwards.”
The voice insisted as suddenly I started to focus, to look towards myself like the voice said rather than looking around me. Why did I do that? All I was doing was convincing myself even more that I was going crazy, but then I felt it, I felt something within me, I couldn’t quite tell what it was but then…
Pain. Blinding pain. So much of it, overwhelming me, I remember little else other than that, only one other sentence, spoken by that same sickly sweet voice, the one that through mere pitch and tone, I can tell is inanely evil. In one final patronising tone, it whispered to me.
“Shh, shh… Sleep now, Roxas, sleep…”
And I did.
