"I don't want people to know me. I don't want anyone to remember who I once was. I want to fade into the background and stay there. My life is nothing special, I'm nothing to brag about. I want to be forgotten in the light of someone else. I am a caged bird, and that is how I want to stay. My name is Roxas, and this is what I want," I read off a slip of paper before the class.

Professor Braig nods thoughtfully, "Hm, well, wasn't that certainly something, everybody?"

No one was saying anything. I sigh, "Can I go sit down now?"

The Professor nods, "Take a seat kid. Okay, next to read their 'Want' poem is Sora."

I move to my seat and as I do Seifer smirks, "Loser" and all his friends laugh. I roll my eyes and walk past them. I take my seat right as Sora gets to the front of the classroom. My best friend Axel pats my back, "I thought that was pretty good. A lot of people want to be somebody."

"Why would I ever want that? The last thing I'd want is for someone to be getting into my private business," I sigh.

Axel nods, "That makes sense."

"What's yours say?" I ask.

He smirks, "You'll have to wait till it's my turn."

I roll my eyes and smile slightly, "Sure, whatever."

He chuckles, "Ever so nice, aren't you, Rox?"

I sigh and lay my head down, "I have such a headache.."

"Need somethin' for it?" Axel asks.

I look at him, "I thought you quit that?"

He smirks lightly, "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't."

I sigh, "You're an idiot, sometimes."

"So you keep saying," he smirks and kicks my chair.

"You should listen to me more, then," I lay down again.

He chuckles, "Wouldn't you like that?"

"Yeah, I would," I say.

He chuckles again and I bring my attention back to the front of the class. I listen as the rest of the class give their poems, but the only one that really interests me is Namine's: "I want to be free; Free to be me, and to do what I love. I want to be remembered for my passions, not just who I was, but what I did. I want people to remember me for who I am, really. Not for who they think I was. I just want to be me. My name is Namine, and I want to be free."

To be free is a hoax. Freedom doesn't exist. I smile slightly, "That was.. Nice."

"You think?" Axel replies, "'Cause I thought it was too deep."

"You think everything with real feeling is too deep," I say.

He groans, "Oh, shut it."

I shake my head, "I'm going to sleep."

"Dad, I'm home," I say, coming into the living room. I look around, but find him nowhere. Cloud comes out of the kitchen, a bottle in hand. I frown, "How many have you had?"

He glares at me, "None of your business, brat."

I sigh, "Dad, you know that stuff isn't good for you."

He comes up to me and smacks me across the face, knocking my head to the side. He says gruffly, "Don't try to tell me what's good for me, kid. Last time I checked, I'm the adult."

I look back at him, "Yeah, I know.."

He pushes me and I fall. He steps over me, "Go do your homework or somethin' and get out of my sight."

I frown and get up, picking my backpack up off the floor. I head for the stairs, but stop. I turn to my father, "When was the last time you went to work?"

He glares at me, "That's not your problem. Get lost!"

Cloud throws a cup at me and I duck. It smashes against the wall where my head was. I look at him, wide-eyed, "Are you out of your mind?! That could have killed me!"

"You want me to try an' kill you?" he laughs, "I'll try an' kill you."

He takes a swig from the bottle and sets it down. He turns to me and grins. I gasp and rush up the stairs as he comes after me. I get to the top and as I'm about to turn the corner, he grabs bag and yanks backwards. We both go tumbling down the stairs. I gasp when my head hits the wall. I groan and sit up, then stand seeing he's getting up, too.

"Damn brat, you knocked me down," he growls.

"No, I didn't!" I say, running back up the stairs again.

Again, he follows me and I groan, My backpack's down there. I ignore that thought and run for my room, but again, he catches me. He slams me into the wall, "Gotcha, brat!"

"Let go," I say.

He smacks me again, "Don't tell me what to do."

"You're drunk.." I groan, trying to get away from him, but he keeps me there and he smacks me again, "Shut up, will you?!"

I gasp as blood fills my mouth, I bit my tongue. He chuckles and throws me to the floor. I cough and blood hits the carpet from where I was holding it in. I cough again and sit up, turning back to my father. He glares down at me, "Got somethin' else to say, kid?"

I shake my head slowly and he smirks, "What? Are you afraid of me? That hurts, Roxas."

No, it doesn't. Stop it, don't say anything, it won't help you. I just stare at him. He chuckles again and kicks me in the stomach. I grunt and cough as he kicks me over and over. Finally he stops and then he laughs at me, "Had enough? Keep your mouth shut next time."

He goes back downstairs and I sit up slowly. I stand and lean against the wall, staring at the floor, waiting for the spots I'm seeing to go away. After they do, I sneak back downstairs, and finding my dad isn't around there, I grab my bag and head back to my room. I go in and close the door behind me. I sigh and sit on my bed, "Might as well do my homework now.."