So here's another story from me, and this time, it's RokuShi! XD Awesomeness to everyone who likes this couple. *Stares down RokuShi lovers* I see you all.

He was the one that saved me that night.

My name is Xion Stoner. I was fifteen when I tried to kill myself. Why? I messed up everything I touched. I was always in the way.

My mother hated me. A lot. All I ever wanted to do was die. No, it's not what you think. I'm not a cutter, and no, I don't do drugs. Unless you count over the counter dieting pills as such. I don't, though. Just so you know, the doctors call me anorexic and bulimic. I don't think of myself as such, because I am fat, and I am ugly. So why would they lie if I was telling the truth?

That night, though. I had had enough of everything in life. My mother kept yelling at me, and she kept telling me I was fat. At least she accepted the truth about me. She was the one that caused me to believe I was fat, because I used to be a pageant girl. When I was thirteen, I started losing the pageants. I used to think that it was because more girls kept entering along with me and they were much prettier and smarter than me. Then my mother explained to me it was because I was fat. At first, I thought she might have been joking with me, or maybe she was just angry with me for losing. I only weighed one hundred pounds at that time, so wasn't that normal for my age?

No, I had been completely wrong about that. So, I started starving myself. Sometimes I would eat my meals, but then I would get on the exercise bike and work out for a while, at least an hour each night. Other times I would make myself throw up, or I would steal my mother's dieting pills. I didn't weigh a hundred pounds anymore, I weighed even less. I was barely pushing the scale at ninety, and ninety five soaking wet. Why was that so wrong?

Back to that night. I had been sitting in my room, sitting on my bed. I was trying to tune out the sound of my mother outside my door, but each time I would stuff my face under the pillow or put in ear plugs, she would get louder. It was almost as if she knew that I was trying to get her to leave me alone, and she couldn't get that through her thick head.

I pushed the hair off my face and squeezed my eyes shut. How far of a jump would it be from my window to the ground?

I considered it. I stood up off my bed and walked over to the window. If I jumped, it defiantly wouldn't kill me unless I landed wrong. So, I grabbed the small vile of dieting pills out of the drawer on my bedside table and shoved them into the pocket of my black hoodie. I flipped my hood over my head and opened the window. I could still hear my mother screaming outside my door, and it was starting to anger me. How far of a jump was it again? I swung one leg over the sill and flipped the other over, then after I debated with myself, I jumped.

Sadly, I landed on my feet. I was hoping, somehow, the fall would breaking both my legs or something and I would die after that. Well, I was still alive.

I bolted from the house, tears starting to work there way down my face. The hood fell off my head as I ran, and I didn't bother pulling it back up. Not yet. Not until I came to a stop somewhere far away from my house.

I stopped in front of an old dinner and found myself in the newer part of town. This was one of the worse part of town, drug deals, murders, whores crawling in the street. I'd been here to many times before, because some of my friends live in this part. I know for sure I could probably point out to you Riku's house. It was really an apartment, but whatever. I pulled my hood back over my pitch black hair and wiped my fingers across my forehead. I had actually run a long way.

I pulled the pill bottle out of my pocket and opened it. I started swallowing them, one by one, until I heard a voice.

"What are you doing?"

I looked toward the alley I had just passed, but I had barely noticed it. It was dimly lit, but I could make out someone standing there. He came out of the shadows and made himself clear to me. This boy had spikey, honey blonde hair that fell across his forehead and into his eyes. His skin was pale, almost as snow white as mine, and he had to be slightly taller than me.

"Roxas?" I asked, shoving the pills back into my pocket. Roxas McCartney was the skater boy at Twilight Town Private who seemed to get all the girls. There was the wild rumor going around about him, that he was suicidal or something. I'd never seen his arms so I couldn't tell if he was cutting himself, and I didn't see any self injuries anywhere on his body, ever. We had been in gym and art class together, and in chorus. He was a really good singer, better than me and everybody else in the class. Almost everyone seemed to love the kid, but I had never really talked to him. At least, I'd never carried a full conversation with him.

"Yeah, that's me," he walked closer to me. "What do you have in your pocket?"

"Nothing," I snapped, taking a few steps away from him.

"Yes you do," he said, reaching over and pulling the pills out of my hoodie. He looked them over a few times, before looking back up at me with a suspicious look. "What, are you trying to kill yourself or something?"

I immediately shook my head in defense, but that made it obvious I was lying. Roxas rolled his eyes and opened the pill bottle, then poured them out in the filthy street.

"Hey!" I shouted, looking down at the white pills on the ground. "What was that about?"

"That's stupid. You don't need dieting pills," he said, running a hand over his spikes. "How much do you even weigh now? Like, maybe, a hundred pounds?"

Ouch. That hurt. "Ninety."

"Even worse."

"How is that worse?" I asked, holding my hands out to the sides. "I'm getting skinnier!"

Roxas scoffed. "Oh, wow. What, are you anorexic or something?"

I opened my mouth to lie, or look for some defense, but I couldn't. Instead, I looked down at the ground and put my hands in my pockets. "That's none of your concern."

Roxas looked down and stepped on one of the pills. "One of those girl's who looks in the mirror and sees a cow or something?"

I took my hands out of my pockets and crossed my arms. "You seem to know a lot about it."

"Well, it was my life science project when we had to pick a disease to study," he shrugged as if it was nothing and pulled something out of his pocket. I glanced up and saw he was holding cigarettes and a lighter. "Want one?"

I quickly shook my head. "You're a smoker?"

"Only when I really need it," he pointed out. "You'd never seen me at school. They would probably execute me or something," he looked up at me and must of seen the horrified look on my face, because he smiled. "I'm kidding."

He smiled. I had never really seen him smile. If he did smile, it was either a arrogant smirk, or one of his cocky smiles that he always gave to his current girlfriend in the hallway.

In return, I smiled and said, "Can I try one?"

Roxas looked at me, almost unsure. "I was kidding the first time-"

"Well, I'm not," I said. He raised an eyebrow and handed me one. I reached over for the lighter and found that I had no idea how to work it. Roxas chuckled and held it to the tip of the cigarette. Once it was lit, a nasty taste filled my mouth and I couldn't breathe. I pulled the cigarette out and started coughing.

"First time?" Roxas asked, and I nodded. "I shouldn't have given you one in the first place. They can get addicting if you have to many."

"How many…do you smoke each day?" I asked in between coughs.

"I told you, I only smoke when I'm stressed."

"You were stressed?" I looked up at him after I was able to stop coughing. "What about?"

"Oh," he sighed and put the cigarette in his mouth again, then took a long drag before answering me. "Mom and Dad were fighting at home, and I just broke up with Olette this morning."

"I heard about that. She came over and sat at our lunch table today." Yes, I did remember. She had slammed her tray down across from me and started crying. Then she complained to use about everything little thing in her life. It was really pathetic, so I just pulled out my Ipod and listened to it, then nodded along with everything she said, even though I couldn't hear a word she was saying.

"I saw that. I didn't bother to do anything," he looked down at the cigarette, then to me, then he bent down and put out his cigarette on the ground.

"Why not?" I through my cigarette onto the ground and coughed.

"She's such a cry baby. Besides, I caught her making out with my cousin yesterday."

"Which one?" Roxas had a huge family. Sometimes it was hard to tell which one he was talking about until he actually named them. "If you don't mind me asking."

"Sora," he murmured. "I don't know why though."

"Does Kairi know?"

"Doubt it," Roxas said, sighing again. "And if she does, she'll forgive him for everything because he'll probably say it was Olette that kissed him and not him that kissed her."

"Hmm. That's kinda confusing," I pointed out.

He seemed to consider it. "Yes, yes it is. And that's why Kairi will forgive him."

I giggled. "I understand that."

Roxas looked down at his phone. "Hey, it's really late. Shouldn't you be getting home?"

"Is that code for something that means you need to get home?"

"No, really. It's almost midnight. Your parents must be worried about you by know."

"Nah. They won't be. In fact, I'm pretty sure if I go back there they're going to beat me."

"Why?" Roxas asked, as if he couldn't believe that. "I thought you had a really good life."

"Ha! That's funny," I was literally laughing. It was almost as if he had told me a really funny joke. "My mother hates me. She calls me fat. And as for my father…well, he just doesn't give a crap about me."

"Oh," I looked over and saw the color had drained from Roxas's face. "I thought…never mind. I was wrong. Sorry, I guess I just assumed-"

"It's fine," I reassured. "People over estimate me all the time. They think I'm one of those girl's who dress up in really fancy dresses and play with my hair every minute of the day and enjoys it. Well, I hate dresses, and I take care of my hair as much as any other girl at school. Don't worry, people have made worse assumptions. I guess I'm going to have to sleep in the street tonight."

"Well, we have a guest bedroom. You could, um, if you want to, you could sleep there."

I looked up at Roxas and saw his face had color to it now, a lot of color. He was bright red. I giggled again.

"If you don't mind…" I said after thinking over it for a while. It wasn't like I was going to be able to go back into the house without my Mom screaming at me again, and if I slept out on the street, I was probably going to get robbed, or worse, raped or killed. Maybe both.

"I don't mind." Roxas told me. "And I know my mom won't."

"Is it just you and your mom and dad?" I asked as we started to walk.

"No. We have my step sister Namine too, but she has a room of her own."

"Do you have an actual house, or…where exactly do you live?" I brushed a piece of hair behind my ear and stared at my bony fingers.

"We have an apartment, but it's one of the more nicer ones in town, if you ask me," he looked at my clothes. "You look like you came from this part of town yourself."

"Oh, I just threw some stuff on after I got home from school." I said, shrugging.

"I understand how that is," he said smirking. "Anyway, it's just right around the corner."

I took that as 'be quiet until we get there'. So I shut my mouth and focused on looking at the ground. Soon, Roxas led me to a build that was painted brown and very large. It had to at least have ten floors or so. He led me to the ninth floor and opened the door closest to the elevator.

"Well, this is it," he said, before letting me inside.

"Okay," I replied, as if we were going on some journey or something.

Roxas opened the door fully and we walked inside. Everything looked nice and organized, which was good. Most of the furniture was either brown or black, so there wasn't much color.

On the couch was a girl around my age and my height. She had long, blonde hair that hung in her face in some places. She had bright blue eyes and white skin, and was dressed in a long sleeved white shirt and faded blue jeans. She was watching the tv quietly. Roxas walked over to her and gently shook her shoulder, causing her to scream. She turned around quickly with fear, but when she saw Roxas, she relaxed and started making motions with her hands.

"What's she doing?" I asked curiously, walking and taking a seat in the chair that was angled next to the tv.

"Sign language," Roxas explained, looking back at her and making more motions with his own hands. "She's deaf and mute."

The girl looked back over at me and nodded solemnly. She stuck out a hand toward me and smiled. I reached over and shook her hand. After I let go she motioned toward Roxas, who shook his head.

"What'd she say?" I tilted my head.

"She asked if you knew sign language. I told her I didn't know."

The girl reached over for a piece of paper and a pen and wrote something down. She then handed it to me to read.

Do you? I read in shaky hand writing. I held out my hand for the pen and she handed it to me.

I don't. I handed the paper and pen back to her. She read over it, then wrote more and tossed it toward me.

Oh. That's okay. My name is Namine Snow. How about you?

My name is Xion Stoner. I'll be staying here for the night, I guess.

"Alright," Roxas interrupted us by putting a hand on Namine's shoulder, making her shriek again. She looked back and slapped the top of his head. "Okay! I'm sorry! Didn't mean to scare you," Roxas told her, signing as he did. He motioned more, then Namine sighed a very small sigh and wrote some more.

I'm sorry. Roxas says it's time for me to go to bed. I'll see you tomorrow, I suppose.

I nodded to her and she stood up and walked over to one of the doors. She shut it, well, slammed it, but I'm sure she didn't mean to.

"Was she born that way?" I asked, slinging my arm over the chair and turning toward him.

"Yeah, she was," Roxas said sheepishly. "We'd better get to bed. I'll show you where the guest bedroom is."

I followed him to the end of the hallway and he opened a door for me. There was a queen sized bed in the corner of the room, a dresser, and a fern in the corner. Roxas told me that for the night I could borrow one of Namine's nightgowns for the night, and so I did. After that, he left me alone and said goodnight. I changed out of my black clothes and into Namine's small, white nightgown. I crawled into the warm, comfortable bed, and fell asleep.

I swear, there will be more RokuShi to come, don't you worry about that. Drama will come, and so on and so forth. I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

- Silver Dawn