***Hi! Roxy here, this is the second chapter of Oni's Grace! Hope you enjoy it! Um, it's a little dark.***

Part 1: Reality

Chapter 2A: That Sums It Up.

Over the next few days I began to feel strange. My parents didn't seem to notice, and my friends didn't see much of me because it was spring break. I felt like I was living in a dream, waiting for something to wake me up. One night everything got even stranger. I was watching TV, when suddenly I was in my bed. I tried to throw off the covers but an exquisitely beautiful moth landed on my finger. It was shimmering blue and purple. Suddenly it opened its mouth to expose a row of fangs. I screamed, but it bit me and I slowly drifted to sleep. After that I never got hurt. I had become clumsy because I could never clear my head of the sleepiness that seemed to follow me. I cut myself when I picked up a knife, but no blood came out. I burned myself when I was cooking, but my hand wasn't red and it felt cool. Whenever I glanced in a mirror my hair seemed to shine purple for a moment, then turn black. Everything seemed misplaced. I put a glass of lemonade in the fridge, but the next morning it was gone. I knew my parents never drank it, and they hated things going missing. By the end of the week my room was all but bare. I knew something was wrong, but something inside my brain told me not to tell anyone. Then, all of the sudden, the fog of sleepiness lifted and I could see. I still felt like things were unreal, especially how sometimes I caught the walls rippling, but I chose to ignore it. Soon it was time to go back to school. My mind couldn't grasp any of the subjects, even history. My appetite slipped, and all I could eat were little bits of food. My parents didn't notice, I had been seeing less and less of them. One day I was walking into second period math, when I slipped. I hit my head on a desk. The sleeping fog hit me again, and I didn't feel anything. The blood rushed out of my head and a popular girl stepped in it and screamed. Then all I saw was blackness. I awoke a few days later to the sound of a doctor telling my friends that I wasn't going to make it. Only Katy was hopeful, she thought that I could come back like she did. But I already knew. They surrounded me and asked what I wanted to do. I asked them where my parents were. Jasmine looked at the others before she faced me.

"Grace, they got in a car wreak. They both died." She said quietly. The fog was still in my brain, so I just nodded numbly.

"And, what's wrong with me?" I asked. Lily answered this time.

"Uh, the doctors aren't sure. But when you hit your head it caused severe trauma and they said that you are too weak to fight the sickness and the injury. We're lucky you even woke up." I nodded again. They asked me again what I wanted to do. This is my last day. I thought about reading, but I wanted to do something. I loved reading, because it let me escape. But I can't escape this. I wanted to draw. I knew where I wanted to go. There was this circle of trees in my backyard. Actually, it was the woods, not my backyard, but still. In one of the trees it was hallow and I stored my drawing pens in there. My friends helped me there and I sat at the base of a tree and drew. I drew the scene I was in my friends curiously looking around at the trees, me sitting and drawing. The whole scene, down to the last knot in the tree trunks. I smiled at it and wrote a little note by my signature. "To my friends, I couldn't live without you but it seems you will have to without me." I looked up at them to see them staring at me.

"You guys have to share it." I told them as I handed the sketchbook to Katy. They all looked at it for a while and I leaned back and closed my eyes. I welcomed death. Life was tiresome, especially this one. My dreams had been to leave, to live. But it seems that I was never destined to leave this boring state. I took a deep breath and died.

I looked down at myself. I was standing in front of my body. Strange. I looked down to see my purple hair curling around my shoulders. Purple? My clothes were strange too, a tight black top with electric blue strips of fabric crossing my front and tying at the back of my neck and the bottom of my back. I had long dark jeans on too, they were ripped and scratched, but I knew that when I got them they had been whole. I looked back at the scene, my friends were calling to me, but it was too late. I walked out of the clearing hearing frantic shouts of "Grace, Grace!" I turned my back and walked away. I swallowed hard as I heard Katy's sobs, but I kept walking. I walked until I stopped at thee top of a building. I sat and stared at the horizon. I laughed at how strange it all was, and now I was watching the sunset on the edge of a building, like Roxas, Xion, and Axel in Kingdom Hearts. When the stars came out I wasn't tired, I figured out that I was invisible the next day. I stole some apples from a cart. That seemed like the only thing I wanted to eat. I stole a sketchbook and drew. I stole a bag and some books. On the third day after I died I attended my own funeral. That was weird. I watched as people said ho great I was and stuff like that. I started laughing at the whole thing. I went back to the top of the apartment building that I had been staying at. I never slept, and I just sat and drew in the light of the streetlamps. I sighed. This isn't how it's supposed to be.

Chapter 2B: Ready.

I wanted to go meet her badly. Diz told me to wait, and I did reluctantly. She looked the same as she should, but Diz told me that she remembered nothing. I followed her, invisible even to my own eyes. I almost pushed her back from the ledge of the building when I saw her sit on it. I didn't want it to happen again. I sighed and went back to fight the heartless that had been doing things all over town. They had already killed a few people, all that looked like she did before. I summoned my keyblade and attacked.