[So here's my next little piece that I am working on. I don't own any of the characters, just my own storyline. I hope you guys like it! Please Read & review!]

"SORA!"

It was nearly two a.m. in the morning, and at the sound of a door slamming, Sora jolted from his bed. Fear clawed at his insides as he heard the loud, creaking steps as someone made their way to his room. He backed along his wall, shaking violently. He knew what was coming, but that made it no worse than the last time.

His door shook on its hinges as the man crashed through the door. Sora found his eyes, and his entire body was overcome by cold dread. His eyes were red and bloodshot, and the second he entered the room, Sora could smell the musky alcohol. The stench brought stinging tears to his eyes and twisted a knot in his stomach.

"What are you doing?" the man stumbled across the room.

"I-I was a-asleep," he stuttered. The drunken man growled again.

"Don't lie to me!" he roared, grabbing Sora by his t-shirt and lifting him off the ground. Sora yelped as he struggled against his dad's iron grip. He started crying, knowing that no matter the tears, he would regret not locking his door.

"Stop crying!" he demanded, punching Sora in the jaw, sending him crashing over his wooden desk. He gasped as a shot of pain racked through his back as he collided with the corner. "D*****, stop crying!" He kicked the teen in the ribs. Sora cried out, crawling across the floor in a feeble attempt to get away from his enraged father.

"Stand up!" Tears spilling from his face and his muscles threatening to give under his weight, Sora stood, facing his dad, blinking back tears.

Sora thought for a breadth that he was going to get off easily tonight. Hopefully his father was done. It was wishful thinking. Before he had time to react, he felt a fist collide into his side and he was thrown again. He slammed into the wall, knocking his side against his bedside table, knocking down his glass of water.

The glass shattered on impact, skittering across the floor into a thousand pieces. He leaned against the wall, his back crying out in pain and his side sending sharp pains every time he took a ragged breath.

"Clean up this glass!" his dad screamed, grabbing Sora by the shoulder, digging his nails into his skin and shoving him by the wall. Sora quietly obliged, turning his back against his father. It was a huge mistake.

With a strangled growl, the man grabbed the back of his neck and ripped him across his body like a rag doll, slamming him hard onto the floor. Sora gasped loudly as he felt hundreds of jagged shards cut into his back and side. He rolled over on his side, sobbing incoherently.

He slipped on what he thought was water, but as he lifted his hand into the moonlight, he saw that the water was red. He looked down, his sides heaving. "Clean up this mess!" he kicked Sora again, sending the teen sliding through the bloody glass, collecting into his arms and ribs. Careful to tread on his fingers as he left, his dad stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Sora held himself in fetal position, rocking back and forth, ignoring the shots of pain down his back. Mustering up his strength, Sora tried to reach his feet. He slipped, his wrists and hands scraping against the shards. He trembled as he managed to stand, his vision threatening to blacken. He went straight across his room to the door and locked it for fear of another encounter.

He stumbled into his bathroom, switched on his light and stared at his reflection in the mirror. He grimaced with disgust as he saw the state he was in. His jaw was bruised black and his eyes were swollen and red from crying. Sniffing, Sora removed the shirt from his back, gritting his teeth as the shirt ripped broken glass from his back.

Thus began the process of removing every tiny shard of glass from his bleeding back. He managed to get a majority of the cuts out but he could not reach those between his shoulder blades. He turned his attention to his ribs and was relieved to see that there were only cuts on his stomach; no glass had stuck.

His wrists were bleeding freely and he removed the shards, biting his lip against the pain. He thought that the cuts were so small on his hands and wrists that they would not show.

As he examined the rest of his body for glass, he saw the large bruise over his side. His ribs hurt a great deal, and Sora knew without a doubt that at least two of his ribs were broken. Tears shimmered in his brilliant blue eyes.

He was supposed to go swimming with Kairi and Riku tomorrow. He couldn't let either of them see him like this. Softly, he brushed his chocolate brown hair out of his eyes, examining his jaw more closely. No, he definitely could not go swimming tomorrow.

He twisted around to see his back and had to bite his lip from crying out again. His back was bruised in two places, one on the small of his back where he had landed on the corner of his desk, and the other, across his side. Tears spilled from his eyes again.

What was he going to do? He knew he could not tell Riku or Kairi. He didn't want them to worry. Typical Sora. Never thinking about himself, always how everyone else would feel. And besides, even if he did tell them, what could they do about it? He was fifteen. He couldn't just leave home; he wasn't even an adult yet.

Sighing, Sora took a bag of cotton balls from underneath his bathroom counter and got a small, nearly empty bottle of hydrogen peroxide. Daintily, he dabbed at his cuts, hissing as they stung. He used the remainder of the contents as he cleaned the cuts down his back and wrists. Glumly, he threw the used cotton balls away along with the empty bottle.

He removed a white towel from his closet and started cleaning up the shards of bloodied glass that covered the floor. He struggled to keep his eyes open as he wiped the blood and water from the floor with the towel. By the time he was done, the towel was stained, and he scowled.

He forgot that blood stained. He threw the towel into a small waste bin in his bathroom and flicked the lights off.

Instantly, his vision became impaired as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. He made his way to his bed merely by memory, but forgot where exactly his bedside stand was. As he made to climb into his bed, wearing a fresh t-shirt, he hit his side into the corner of the stand.

He gasped, stars winking in his eyes, as his side reverberated with pain. He touched the spot where his broken ribs were tenderly. He crawled into bed again, painfully slow to ensure he did not aggravate another one of his wounds, and he laid perfectly still on his good side. The tiny shards of glass that he could not reach stung against his shirt.

At last, he could rest his bones in peace, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. The house was silent, and he hoped, prayed that his father had passed out form his drinking. Taking a deep breath, he closed his exhausted eyes and decided not to worry about tomorrow until tomorrow came in a few hours.

The bright rays of sunlight were beaming through his window when he finally stirred. For the moment, Sora was content to lay in the warming sun.

"Sora!" He jumped, forgetting his injuries and yelped as his ribs and back angrily protested against his movements. Tears formed in his eyes again, but he blinked them back bitterly.

He groaned as reality hit him. It was tomorrow. He stepped out of his bed carefully and returned to his bathroom to relieve himself and see the state he was in. Besides the bruise, his face looked no different. Maybe tired, but all signs of crying had fortunately disappeared from his eyes.

He felt confident he could get away with telling Riku and Kairi that he fell while running down the stairs or something like that.

But he knew he could not risk swimming. The salt would irritate his cuts, and he couldn't allow his best friends to see what had happened to him.

"Sora!" A chime of voices rang out. He could make out Kairi's cheerful voice and Riku's deep, alluring one.

He had no choice. He had to come along swimming. But he would keep his shirt on. He examined his wrists, and luckily, the cuts were barely visible. Satisfied, he threw on a fresh t-shirt. He would simply tell Kairi and Riku that he had not slept well, which was true, and leave it at that.

"Sora!" It was just Kairi this time. "Are you still asleep?"

"I'm coming!" Sora said, his voice slightly cracking. Taking a deep breath, and careful not to hit any injuries, he unlocked his door and made his way down the steps, a big smile on his face, his eyes faking happiness as he saw Kairi and Riku at the foot of the stairs, waiting for him.

Kairi's auburn hair clashed against her own blue eyes. She smiled sweetly, cocking her head to the side. She was already dressed in her bathing suit, covered by a small, pink dress.

Riku had on a black t-shirt and bright yellow swim trunks on. His silver locks nearly covered his eyes.

"Sora, what happened to your face?" Riku asked.

"It's nothing. I fell while I was running down the stairs yesterday," Sora lied. Riku seemed unconvinced, eyeing him seriously.

Kairi shrugged. "Are you ready?"

Sora nodded as she turned on her heel. Riku was behind him, and he could feel the older teen's stare down his back. He shivered, hoping that Riku was not suspicious. Thank goodness, Riku decided not to question him further, but he never took his cerulean eyes off of Sora.

"Come on," he said, forcing a fake smile, "let's go!"

[That's it for the first chapter! I hope you guys enjoyed it so far. I know, poor Sora. Please read & review. I would like to know if you guys like it so I can decide if I should continue it. Hopefully, I will put up another chapter in the next few days or week. Thanks for reading!]