RikuxSoraClub

Sora blinked awake woozily in the middle of an alleyway. He knew he hadn’t fallen asleep there, so he couldn’t quite figure out how he had gotten there. After looking around for a bit to try to jog his memory, he noticed that he was covered in something wet, red, and sticky. His neck also hurt an awful lot, and he didn’t think it had before. He gingerly touched his neck, and winced in pain. Looking at his hand, Sora saw more of the red stuff. Blood. That was what the liquid was, he slowly realized. Despite this discovery, Sora felt oddly calm. All he could really concentrate on was how incredibly  tired he felt, and he de

Sora's cried could be heard from a mile away—not literally, but in the sense that they were loud, high pitched, blood curdling screams that indicated the small child was in pain.  All the while, words were uttered, not loud, simply existent, soft and harsh, the kind that ripped at hearts. "You're a nuisance, a waste of space.  Why do you exist?"  Mumble, kick, and screech.  "That's stupid, why do you cry?  Are you some kind of stupid girl?  What's wrong with you?  Why were you even born?  You're a waste of air, you know?" Another kick, one right to the poor kid's face; another cry, tears coursing down his cheeks mingling with blood, dr