Author's Note: well, this is my first story on here. I'm really not sure of what I'm doing yet. I hope you guys like this. Feedback would be lovely. Thanks!

Roxas sat at the table in the White Room, strumming his fingers on it impatiently. He pushed one of his golden strands of hair out of his face, wondering where the heck Namine was. She was supposed to be here. She was always here. She never went anywhere else as far as he knew.

A voice called to him from somewhere, sorrow and desperation ringing inside of it, Will you leave me Roxas? Roxas looked around but he couldn't see Namine anywhere, yet it was her voice that echoed around him now. Don't leave me Roxas. Please! I need you! Roxas don't go! No, Roxas, please!

Roxas called out to Namine, the fear and pain in her voice scaring him. "Namine? Namine! I'm not leaving you, Namine! Where are you?"

Roxas heard her sob, louder and louder until it was a wail of agony and sadness. Roxas don't leave me! Please, Roxas! I'm sorry! Don't go! You're all I have! Roxas don't leave me! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I... Roxas!

Roxas woke up in his bed in Twilight Town, but how was that possible? He didn't exist. He shouldn't even have a room. His parents didn't see him anymore, his friends didn't see him anymore... what was going on?

He stood wearily, putting a hand to his head. "Namine..." he whispered, wondering what she had been screaming about in his dream, wondering what had happened. He tried to shake the thought of it from his mind. It was only a dream… right?

"Roxas? Come down for breakfast." Roxas froze. That was his mother's voice. How...?
"Roxas! Come on!" He shook his head again. Maybe everything was a dream. Maybe Namine wasn't even real. Maybe everything was back to how it should have been and how it always was. Maybe it was all a terrible nightmare.

He moved downstairs, looking at the plate of food on the table. Dream or not, the whole situation hadn't really put him in the mood for food. He scowled at the meal, stomach growling as if begging to be fed. He turned to his mom. "I'm not hungry," he lied.

She cocked her head. This wasn't the Roxas she knew. The Roxas she knew would be gobbling down the meal like a starving dog. "Are you sure?" she asked, lifting the dishes from the table and moving to the sink. She paused before rinsing the food of to await his answer.

He gave a weary smile. "Yes."

"You look tired," she said, mainly to herself.

"I'm fine," he said, moving out the door. He had to find out what was going on. He had to find out if everything he'd known in his "dreams" was real or not.

As he moved across the road to the mansion, his mind was elsewhere. He didn't really need to think to get to the house; he knew the path by heart. Before he knew it he was standing in the yard. The iron gates were wide open. Odd, he thought, and moved closer to the house.

He came to the large doors, slowing his pace and peering up at the window where he always saw Namine waiting for him. She wasn't there. Now he was starting to get worried. He pounded on the doors, trying to yank them open and, for a moment, thought they were locked. Finally, they burst open and he rushed inside, tearing up the stairs and into her room.

It was dark, darker than he'd ever remembered the room being. All four of the corners were in shadow and so was most of the room.

"Roxas!" Came a desperate cry from one of the corners, "Roxas, don't leave me here. Roxas, I'm scared. Help me."

"I'm coming, Namine!" he said, knowing she could hear him this time. He felt blindly around the corners, finally coming upon Namine's warm body. He lifted her small frame, running out of the room. He felt a sense of relief leaving it, almost as if it had carried some great evil.

Namine did not share his relief. She clung to his shoulders with her small hands, sobbing into his chest. She whispered his name over and over as if it was the only she ever wanted to say again. He set her down on her feet but she only sank to the floor. She cried out when she was separated from him, reaching for him like a small child. He sat down next to her, wrapping her in his arms. He could feel her shaking. He could feel her terror.

He stroked her hair, and then forced her to look up at him. "Namine, what's wrong?" he asked.

Her eyes were wide with fear and her mouth was quivering too much to answer. Finally she gave up trying and pressed her head against his chest again. "Roxas..."