Chapter 2

“I‘m not crazy”



So do you know what to do Mr. Tomato? What would you do in this situation? Run? Ah.. Sorry. I forgot Tomatoes have no legs. Shuddup! It’s my twisted brain! Tomatoes have legs! What should I do? I’m practically on-top of Axel, whom I’ve met today. I’m sorry, a few minutes ago. There’s all these people gaping at us, I look like a tomato and Sora just walked in! Why now? Godammit! He’s probably freaking pissed off at me, ready to give a peace of his mind, and he walks in on his brother on-top of a guy he just met! What would you think? Exactly! You see my point. So, let’s go over our options. Run. Run. Or run? I pick.. RUN! That’s what you always do, Roxas. You’re pretty good at it too.

“Well?!” He stood there jaw dropped, eyes wide. Yeah Sora, you still don’t know I’m gay. Yeah I know I told you we’re both gay.. But the truth is, he’s Bisexual, and I’m gay. I’ve hid that from him for eight years. Think he’ll be angry? Yeah. So that’s our cue. I shoved myself off from Axel, and fled out of the classroom faster then a cheetah. So what’s next Roxas? C’mon you know the steps. Rapid heartbeats, tears, then blood. You know it all too well. Let’s not break this tradition, ‘kay?

“Shit!” I cussed, though it came out as a choke since I started crying already. I was out of breath already, and my hand started to itch real bad. Yeah that’s normal You know when you get a scar, after a while it starts itching and it ends off whith the scrape coming off? There you go! While running down the hall turning every time there was a turn, tears rushing down my cheeks, choking on sobs, I could hear my name being called. Ah, Sora. He’s a part of this tradition of mine. He’s always running after me trying to prevent what comes next. He doesn’t always succeeds.

“Come on wh-ere?” I sobbed trying to stop the tears from blinding me. Why do they always get in the way? They should come out of somewhere else. Like you’re butt. Ewe, no then I would wet my pants, that would be even worse. Are you cheeped out yet? You think you’ll be able to handle more of my messed up mind? Yeah? I might drive you insane, and I’ll even write a paper that I am not responsible for any head trauma, Injuries blah, blah, blah. This paper does not protect against HIV..  So don’t even try. You can’t sue me. I’m fictional. I think you’re the one who’s delusional.  No? Well maybe we’ll meet in the Mental institution. Where were we again? Ah yeah.

“Roxas!” Sora yelled, his footsteps matching mine, though his were getting pretty loud. That’s what you get when you wear these stupid boots.

“Stop!” He yelled, his voice sounding funny. I can’t tell if he was laughing or crying. Probably crying. Even I wouldn’t laugh in a situation like this. I know right? Hard to belive? I’m not that crazy. I’m sure this is the result of being abandoned, and hated. Hey I can’t ruin the plot right away. Wait for a few more chapters. No this isn’t another story about a boy who thinks he is hated by everyone and goes and cuts himself because he feels hurt, and at the end prince charming scoops him up and fixes his heart, and they live happily ever after. You’re way off of the yellow brick road here then, Dorothy. Push that green arrow on top of you’re page or that flashy red x. Still here? I’m glad. So let’s get on with it shall we?

“N-no” I choked. I knew he was close, and I needed to go to that bathroom dead or alive. I prefer alive though. That stupid scar was screeching for another friend.

“Roxas please stop!” He yelled fanatically, choking here and there. Ah, there’s that sting in my chest again. Didn’t I tell you to stay away? I kicked you out last time didn’t I? I guess you got attached.

“Roxas!” He yelled again. I looked back and gasped. He was meters behind me. I had to run faster, but my legs were failing me. Maybe I should stop skipping gym so much.

“Ahh!” Whoop-de-do. Don’t you just hate those horror movies when the bad guy chases it’s victims and one of them accidentally falls? It happens in every movie. Get’s annoying doesn’t it?

“Roxas!” Sora yelled, wrapping his arms around me tight.

“N-o l-let go!” I sobbed, trying to get away from Sora’s grasp. Was he always this strong, or have I gotten weaker?

“Roxas, p-pleas d-on’t do it!” He cried into my white blouse. Ugh, I hate tear stains. But I don’t care if it’s Sora’s. I only hate it if it’s some stupid fan-girls’.

“P-please.” He sobbed, pulling his body closer to my back, and tightening his arms around me. No, stop. I can’t take the hurt in his voice. It’s pure torture! I’ll even poke my eyes out with a fork, just take that hurt away from him!

“I-I’m sorry!” I sobbed, lowering my head till’ it touched the cold floor tile. I don’t care if people walk on it with their dirty shoes, it felt good on my heated forehead.

“Y-ou didn’t do anything!” He protested, shaking a little.

“I lied to y-you! I-I broke a p-romise!” I choked out, shutting my eyes tight to stop those stupid tears. That never works, yet I keep trying.

“I-I don’t c-are.” He whispered, sobbing silently.

“All I care about is you, Roxas.” He whispered, finally stopping his choking.

“Really?” I asked, my voice sounding hoarse.

“Yeah.” He replied, loosening his grip. I was glad he did, I think I started turning blue.
*******

Okay, so maybe I am all crazy inside my head, but outside I’m a normal kid. I have good grades, I have some friends, I flirt, I watch TV, play video games. I’m a perfectly normal teenager going through a phase. Every teenager does, don’t deny it. Were all crazy. Unless you plan to be a nun, or a pope. Good luck virgin Mary. Or whoever the hell you are.

“Roxas, Sora dinners’ ready!” Mom yelled. Yupp, that’s mom. She’s okay. Takes care of us and gives us everything she can. Despite being a single parent. So where’s Dad? Somewhere underground in Destiny Island. His body, I mean. His soul? In the sky somewhere. Hopefully.

“How was school, boys?” Sora, and I exchanged looks, then sat down at the table.

“It was okay.” What? It was! I know you would say the same. You wouldn’t tell your mom that there was this guy at school who you almost made out with. Would you? I don’t think so.

“Anything interesting happen today?” Mom asked, looking at us suspiciously. Uh-oh. She knows something. Be careful what you say, you might get tangled up in a big mess.
Like telling her everything, she doesn’t need to know that much.

“N-no.” Sora stammered. I looked up at him and glared. If he gives it away I’ll kill him. Virtually.

“Oh really?” She said, resting her chin on her fingers. Crap. She will start yelling her head off, which Is the last thing I need right now.

“You’re teacher called to make sure you guys were okay. She said you guys weren’t there after lunch. The whole day.” She explained. Boy did she look mad! You can’t blame us for skipping after what happened.

“Where were you guys?” She asked, softly. Worst then I thought. There might be bruises left. Who knows? Anything can happen.

“WHERE were you guys?!” She asked, her voice fairly high. Ugh, no screeching please! My head still feels fuzzy from crying my brains out.

“We skipped.” Sora said silently, looking down at his hand.
   

“Skipped, huh?” She scoffed.

“Whose idea was that?” Well.. let’s see.. Mine?

“Mine.” I answered, not looking at Sora. I knew he was looking at me worriedly.

“Sora go upstairs and take a shower.” She demanded. Her piercing eyes never leaving mine. Lalalala who are we fighting for, where will abuse lead us? Give ‘em hell kid.

“Mom-”

“NOW, SORA!” She shouted making Sora jump back and dart upstairs. Oh, boy was I scared. Have any blind folds? Why don’t you go get one, and while your at it, get some bandages too. And an Aspirin wouldn’t hurt either.
*****

Hush little baby don’t say a word, daddy’s gonna buy you the whole wide world. Somehow that song keeps playing in my head like a broken record player. I remember the voice clearly. Yet I don’t recognize the face. More like it has no face. It’s a blur, a shadow, a fog. I wont dwell on it, it’ll make my head hurt even more.

“Here.” Sora said, sounding hoarse, and stuffy.

“Thanks.” I murmured, taking the cold ice in a bag and lifted it under my eyes. Fuckin-a. Why am I the only one getting hit here? Not that I want Sora to get hit or anything, but it’s not fair. I’m the youngest anyway. Isn’t it suppose to be the older one getting punished? Ugh, whatever.

“I-m sorry.” Sora sniffled quietly. Oh no. Not the crying part again. He just stopped a minute ago. I don’t need him babbling his apologies and sobbing into my shirt. Seriously, it’s my favorite shirt.

“I’m fine.” I muttered, looking at the picture of the two of us by the bed. Hmm, so many memories. I miss the happy days. Where Sora and I were happy. There past months Sora has been sad too. I know it’s because of me. I have to keep my ‘happy act’ up, only for him. If he’s happy I’ll be too.

“Liar.” He said simply. Yeah. I’m a big liar, but it’s for everybody’s sake. I only want them to be happy. That’s not a crime is it?

“Oh shut up.” I flashed a smile at him, and climbed on top of him.

“R-Roxas?” His eyes were so wide. I love messing with him. I also love his beautiful aqua eyes. They seem to light up the room. Even though I have the same, my eyes don’t light up like his. They show my deepest darkest secrets when no ones around. When people are around me, it’s blank. I refuse to show emotions besides lust, and hate. Sue me. So what was that back there with Axel, you ask? It was embarrassment, and shyness. I don’t get it. Normally, I would’ve flirted back but I didn’t. I showed weakness. And that’s exactly what I felt in his arms. Weak. I don’t know what made me feel that way. Could it be his, breathtaking emerald eyes, or his smooth pale skin, or his rosy lips, or his flaming red hair, or his body, or his smirk? All of the above? What the hell? I’ve met this guy today and he’s already messing with my head! I hate him.

“Roxas! Mom might come in!” Sora wiggled his tiny body under me. Yes I’m a pervert, and I like to mess with my older brother. Sarcasm. No, actually I do like messing with him.

“I dun care.” I pouted at him, then slid my hand up his Pj shirt. Now don’t get too ahead yourself here. We aren’t going to make out. Not that I haven’t before, but that was a dare.

“H-ey th-that tickles!” He giggled and tried to push away my hand, so I stopped and buried my head in his neck.

“Roxas, can I ask you something?” Sora asked softly.

“Hmm?” I was too tired to say anything.
“W-what happened in class?” He stuttered. Oi, Sora. You know I don’t want to answer that. And you know I wont. So I didn’t, and we both went to sleep in each others arms. No we don’t feel attracted to each other sexually. We simply just need each other.