Piercing. Every pair of eyes following me felt like knifes penetrating every nerve. My eyes couldn't see them as there was a constant flow of tears, but I could feel the eerie sensation and murmurs surrounding me as I staggered down the darkened crowded street.

The muscles in my legs seemed to have a mind of their own, due to the fact that they started running… then sprinting. All I could focus on was getting as far away from that horrid, blood stained place as the world would allow… and him. Roxas…

It was a mistake to think of him again as I let out a yelp of pain, holding my side. The yelp wasn't due to the stab wound in my side, but to the fact that he was gone, my everything…

You know its funny, how in the middle of one of the busiest streets in Twilight City, when a young girl dripping with blood in the middle of the night falls to the street floor, laughing hysterically because she's lost her mind…people just keep walking by, or at least not one of them.

Something warm lifted my chin, "Axel…?" Pure darkness shrouded my eyes and I felt my body go limp.

KHKHKHKHKHKHKHKH

Gosh he's so… beautiful. This thought surprised me, saying that a guy was beautiful. I mean, it was true. Roxas definitely was something else, but there's no way I could talk to him. Being in eighth grade and a fairly new student who's very shy and won't say a peep to anyone unless addressed.

I have always been… different. Most other kids my age are only worried about "who they like" or "what he/she said about whomever." I've never been interested in that non-sense. The only person who was remotely like me was Kairi.

We did look alike. Both the same height, bold colored natural hair, (hers being a deep set red, and mine being a bleach blonde) and blue eyes. But there was one thing that defined me as me and her as her. She hated blond guys, and on the other hand it was easy on my eyes.

To tell you the truth, it wasn't just Roxas being blonde that attracted me to him so strongly, it was everything. His personality, sweet and carefree around his friends, but I knew that's not what he really felt like.

A few weeks back I was leaving school late because of a missed test, about two and a half hours after school was out. I was walking down the hall with a giant smile on my face because I knew I aced the test. He was in the deserted chemistry classroom, breaking down. He was in the fetal position, hugging his knees tightly when he lifted his head and rested it against the wall, looking up at the ceiling, sobbing.

Roxas's eyes were glassy and clouded over, and no life what so ever in them. It was a sorrowful sight, as if a love bird's mate had died. My eyes travelled back down to my hands, which held a sketch of a made up island overlooking the sea.

On the island there was a palm tree which you could easily climb and sit on to watch the ocean or sunset. Instincts kicked in, I grabbed a pencil from my art bag to write "What ever is wrong… I'm always just a step away." on the back of the sketch. Debating whether I should sign my name, I chose not to.

My knees bent to slip the paper under the door and slide it over to him, hitting his hand. It caught his attention due to the fact that he picked it up and examined it thoroughly. There was some life back in his eyes, and almost a… smile? But when he rose I ran around the corner out of sight, falling on the ground.

Seconds later the door opened and he poked his head out and looked all around, searching for the mysterious messenger. Roxas walked a few steps forward and bent down, picking something up, something blue. Examining it more closely I silently gasped when realizing it was my art pencil.

I must have dropped it when running away. Trying hard not to breathe while he was still peering around, every sound that my body made was killing me. If he knew it was me, I don't think I would be able to bluff and say the sketch wasn't mine. I mean, come on, I had an art bag on my shoulder.

But it was too late. I knew he must have heard me when I gasped about that stupid, stupid, pencil. Frantic from the sounds of his footsteps coming right toward me, my eyes searched for any escape route so he wouldn't find me… but there was no where to go. I crawled in a ball hiding my face, leaving a hole in my arms so I could see through them. Seconds later there were black vans with checkered laces in front of me,

"Namine…?" a rough, strained voice whispered. Pure shock ran through my veins. I lifted my head,

"You know my name…?"

A/N: I am so happy knowing that the first (short) chapter is done. (Don't worry! They will be longer!) I've had this story floating around in my mind for so long now! But, tell me what YOU think! That's all that matters right now.