Chapter 1

She sat up there every day, for hours on end, doing nothing but writing in a small notebook. The stories she wrote were always different, but always involved the same characters. A character she'd made up for herself, and a character she'd made up from a dream. He always rescued her from her enemies, sometimes they were things like dragons and sometimes the enemy took its true form. The stories were romantic, and always had a happy ending. Something she found amusing…that she could write a happy ending when she felt as broken and unhappy as ever. She always did her best to hide the stories from the enemy. He'd be furious if he ever found them. He was already mad enough that she spent so much time up there. Clutching her small notebook to her chest, she walked through the small door and down the massive spiral staircase of the Clock Tower.

As she exited into the eternal twilight of Twilight Town, she sighed before making her way through a back alley hurrying home. She'd spent longer than ever today but she had been so into her writing that the time had flown by. Winding through the lovely bustling streets of her home city, she couldn't help but wonder how her home fit in. Standing in front of it, it was just as lovely and well kept as all of the others, but what was inside was as dark and cruel as any Heartless. Swallowing with her eyes shut, she grabbed all of her courage and walked through the door to face her enemy. She took her shoes off at the entrance, and then walked into the kitchen, headed for her room that was adjacent to it.

The first thing she noticed was that her door stood ajar…not how she'd left it. She heard the sounds the enemy made when he was angry…not good. Shaking slightly, she stepped into the doorway of her room and her heart broke at what she saw. Her father sat on her bed, looking at one of her stories. He'd found them, all of them, but only a few of them still sat on the bed with him. The rest lay all over the floor in white and black little pieces. Torn to shreds, her only escape these long years since her mother had walked out on them. Her father was a drunk, a violent one, and now her father, the enemy, had taken her only source of happiness and shattered it like a mirror all over her room. He looked up at her then, grinning cruelly as he ripped the story he held. She took a step back as he approached her then.

"So this is what you do in that clock tower all day. You whore. You dirty, cheap, trash, you're just like your mother," her father began and tears welled up in her eyes, "your stories deserve to be torn to shreds just like your mother's done with my heart. So who is this guy you've been seeing? Do you really think he can save you from me?" her father stepped closer to her but she stood immobile. Stepping away again would make her punishment worse. And speaking was almost as bad as not speaking.

"I made him up. He doesn't exist," she said softly. Her father laughed before backhanding her. She fell to the ground one hand clutching her face, the other her notebook. Her father kicked her hard in the stomach and she coughed. He might have broken a rib this time. She stood up to face her father, the one thing that lessened her punishment. If she was standing, he'd only hit her. But this time was different. Her father saw her notebook, her last treasure, and roared in anger. Grabbing her by the throat he slammed her into the ground, holding her there as he took out a shiny silver lighter from his pocket. He set fire to the notebook as she clutched it and when the paper caught, it began to burn her as well. Screaming in pain, she threw her last precious treasure at her father's face. He let go of her then, to move from the fire he'd made. She took her chance and dashed out of the house, her shoes long forgotten.

Sobbing uncontrollably, she made her way back through town, and to the one place her worries were always erased. People moved out of her way as she raced by them, wondering what had gone on in that house. Maybe they should call the police or something. She climbed to the top of the tower and stood at the edge. Stood at the end. She stopped crying then, a realization taking her. She didn't have to live this way…she didn't have to live at all. Her glorious knight wasn't real, he wasn't coming for her and she couldn't live with her father. She stepped up onto the ledge built to prevent people from falling. After all, this clock tower was a tourist attraction and a popular hangout for the local youth. Below, a girl screamed upon seeing what she was doing. Standing there, she felt so free, everything being lifted off her back. She felt she could fly; all she had to do was take this first dive. She leaned forward with her full body. And just as she reached the point of no return, she saw him.

He was tall and thin. With shocking red hair spiked up. He wore a long black cloak and black gloves. Beneath was a black wife beater tank top and black skinny jeans. He was hidden in the shadows but she knew every detail about him including the dark purple upside down teardrop tattoos under his eyes. He was the man she'd been dreaming about, her knight. And she was truly falling now. Suddenly she didn't want to die. She wanted to live. So even though she knew there was no way he could save her from where he stood, she screamed his name.

"AXEL!" and she fell into darkness.

Thanks for reading and yes I know this is another new story but hey I couldn't help myself when I got the idea. I will continue to type on the other stories as well as this one, so no worries. I hope to update one today if I have time. So until the next hopefully still anticipated update, later ^^