It was a dark night, the moon hidden behind clouds and not a sound was heard, not the wind, not even the sound of a car rushing past. It was a silent, peaceful night, just the way I liked it. Everyone in the street had their lights turned off, sound asleep and getting the rest they needed for the week of work and school ahead, sleeping soundlessly with beautiful dreams. Except one. One poor girl was tormented by nightmares. This girl was me, Roxas, but everyone calls me Fox. My family and I had just moved to the suburbs of Radiant Garden from the big city of Twilight Town. I had to leave my life behind again because my parents were offered a better job two whole cities over, making friends visiting extremely hard and costly, not to mention that I was fairly anti-social in the first place, so I never had anyone who wanted to visit anyway. At least, that I remember.

Loneliness….. Solitude….. Dark…..fear…..the darkness grabbed at my ankles as I ran, trying to drag me into the depths, but I didn't want to, the depths terrified me, I knew if I fell, I would become a shadow, and be no more, so I ran as fast as I could, but my legs were sluggish, I couldn't move fast enough, only just managing to stay ahead, enough to feel it nipping at my ankles and close enough to strike true fear in my heart, the dark took shape in front of me suddenly, small jerking creatures with antennae and big yellow eyes, as I skidded to a stop, they pounced on me, held me down while the dark again latched onto my ankles, sliding up my legs and grabbing my arms as well as I started sinking, I struggled but could not break free, my voice froze and I could not scream, nothing. I began searching the dark area above me, begging for some type of light to come save me, like it always did, but this time, nothing came forth, and I was dragged into the shadows I feared so much. Falling unconscious as I did, forgetting everything. Being forgotten. No longer existing, now that I have no light to save me. I lived in darkness, trapped by the darkness, being pressed in on all sides. eventually, I embraced the darkness, became the darkness, and became blissfully free of the torture I was under. But it crumbled. The dark began to abandon me, just as I had started to exist again. Left me alone, in the grey, once again becoming nothing.

I groaned as I rolled onto my back, further tangling my legs into the sheet and blearily searched for the alarm clock that was one of the only things unpacked and fully functional on my bedside table. 2:43AM blinked back to me. Cursing nightmares and the like, I untangled myself form the sheets and stumbled into my bathroom, conveniently connected to my room, unfortunately, it was also connected to my older brother, Sora's room. It is such a joy to be having a shower and being yelled at to hurry up because Sora 'had to go'. I also had to lock two doors, not just one, if I wanted a peaceful shower without Sora barging in for whatever he wanted because he would just use my door if I locked his, and yes, this has happened before. Luckily, I learn from my mistakes, and I'm getting a lock on my bedroom door. We may be close siblings, but not that close.

Grumbling, flicking on the light after fumbling for it, I turned on the tap at the sink, not looking up and splashed my face with blissful, ice cold water, washing away the last remains of the nightmare from my head, and steeled myself for looking into my reflection, knowing that I would look horrible. I was right. I cringed when I looked fully at my ghostly, almost sickly pale reflection, my normally flowing honey blond hair was tangled into knots around my ears, when it was supposed to hang at around my mid-back, and will be painful and time-consuming to untangle in the morning, and my usually crystal clear, sky-blue eyes were bleary with sleep and exhaustion, red-rimmed from my crying myself to sleep the past few nights. I could only pray that the redness would go away before Sora came to wake me up in the morning.

'I hate this.' I thought as I stared at my reflection. I never wanted to move, I was fine where we were. I finally had friends. Now I had to start over, with a new city, new school, and a new life…again. I did not want this, all I want is to get through life without drawing any attention to me, Sora, the attention hog he is, can have all the attention in the world for all I care. But being the new kid, transferring in the middle of the school year, was bound to force unwanted attention on me. Still grumbling, I turned and stood in the doorway to my room, the light in the bathroom lighting up my room a bit. All I saw was boxes stacked to one side next to the window and between the wardrobe that needed unpacking, my bed was against the wall next to me on my left, with my bedside table with my alarm clock, phone and glasses resting on top of it, at the other end of the bed, the door leading to the hallway was to my right. It was a fairly nice room, a light blue colour during the day, and spacious, room enough for my TV and game consoles defiantly, but I didn't like it. It wasn't mine; it didn't feel like I lived here. Sure the feeling might go away once I had unpacked everything, but I didn't want to feel comfortable here, I wanted to go back to the only place that ever felt like home in my whole life.

Sighing dejectedly, I crawled onto my bed and flopped down, looking at the alarm clock again, it read 3:13AM. 'Damn it,' I though bitterly 'I spent too long thinking, now I'm gonna be a bitch to wake up. I had better set my alarm then' sighing again, I reached for the alarm and set it to 7:30 AM trying to remember which box my hairbrush was packed away in, as well as my laptop and again flopped down, slipping into a thankfully deep and dreamless sleep, ignoring the tears welling up behind my closed eyelids, and the few that leaked out as they slipped onto my pillow.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Groaning and the annoying beeping, my hand shot out and smashed the off button, wondering why the hell I set the damn thing when I needed SLEEP! Trying to run my hand through my hair and it getting instantly stuck my knots, I remembered and groaned again, rolling out of bed and landing with a thump on the ground, not having enough energy to even get up properly, I dragged myself over to the boxes stacked in the corner and grabbed the closet one to me, without another box on top of it, not bothering to even attempt to decode the scribbled on the side, telling me in my mother's beautiful script what was in that particular box, and which room it belonged in. I just ripped it open, and thanked whatever holy deity was awake and listening at this ungodly hour, and shuffled through my personal box, which included my handbag, laptop, as well as small pictures of Twilight Town, where we used to live, as well as a few other cities, that I had smuggled in. I had to move things around until my hand curled around the familiar handle of my brush. I pulled it out and awkwardly got onto my feet, using the boxes for support, which may not have been the smartest idea since they could have easily toppled on top of me, but I was too tired to care.

I quickly went into the bathroom, locking the door leading to Sora's room, after hearing him shuffling around, and hearing a cry of protest from him, snickering, and feeling slightly more awake, I locked the door to my own room and stripped out of my black tank top and leggings that I use as pyjamas after moving, tossing the sweat soaked clothes into the hamper and stepping into the shower, having it on cold, despite it being Autumn and the cold weather coming, I did not like hot showers. Nor did I like 'proper' pyjamas. I could sleep in whatever I liked dammit.

After Sora banging on the door for about 10 minutes, he gave up after our dad yelled at him to keep it down, which I again snickered at, and our mum announcing that breakfast was ready, which my stomach cheered at. I hopped out, got dressed in my favourite outfit, a black shirt with a white jacket over the top with a checked pattern on the jacket, black, slightly baggy jeans and my black and white checked converse, as well as my black choker with a gold heart charm, it was my favourite. I checked myself out in the mirror, determined my outfit looked okay, and began the torturous chore of brushing my hair. Again, after 5 minutes, and no progress being made, my stomach won out and I took my brush downstairs, after unlocking both doors, and strolled into the kitchen.

Boxes lay around here too, but not as much, as mum had been putting everything away in here while cooking breakfast for us all. I flopped down into the only available seat with a plate full of food in front of it, as well as a fresh mocha, next to our dad who was reading the newspaper and sipping his own morning coffee, him not being a morning person like me, we both needed it to wake up, an empty plate sitting in front of him, and across from Sora, who was in the process of inhaling his food. For a while all I could do was stare in shock at Sora's bird nest of a head while I sipped my instant mocha, brain slowly starting to function normally as the caffeine kicked in. His usually naturally spiky and messy-in-a-styled-way brown hair was just amazingly horrible looking. It looked like he was up all night tossing and turning, like I was, but his sea-blue eyes were bright and excited instead of dull. Oh the excitement in his eyes was undeniable and I wanted to choke him then and there. Nothing is worth looking like that while awake this early. Nothing! While my own eyes are dull, I can easily pass it off as tired.

"Do you want me to brush your hair Fox?" Mum asked after spotting my brush on the table. I snapped out of my staring trance and nodded, picking up my fork and stabbing the pancakes on my plate, taking a bite and savouring the beauty of mums' hand-made pancakes, as mum picked up the brush and started to gently, and effectively untangle my hair. She finished with my hair before I was finished my own food and asked Sora if he wanted his hair brushed too, since he had finished a while ago and was tapping the tabletop with his fingers, looking at the clock, mum figured that his hair was atrocious and needed sorting.

"Hehe, yeah it could to with a brush today." Sora sheepishly said, scratching the back of his head, a nervous habit he really needs to break out of. Mum and dad both chuckled and I felt compelled to comment, in my own lovingly sisterly way…sarcasm. All the while sipping my beautiful coffee.

"Your hair looks worse than usual Sora; did you have nightmares or something?" I teased him, hoping I wasn't the only one who had trouble sleeping the previous night. This seemed to be happening way more than usual lately, while Sora just seemed to be getting better sleep. Lucky bastard got the good mattress this time.

"Ha-ha. Funny Fox, I actually forgot to laugh." Sora retorted as mum brushed his hair into a presentable mess,

"Ah, but my dear big brother," I started, waving my fork around to point at him, "you did laugh at me." All I got in response was a glare and an "I actually couldn't sleep last night because I was so excited!"

I was extremely confused, what the hell was there to be excited about? But I kept my expression schooled, neutral and thought furiously about what he could be excited about, but to many things came to mind for a definitive answer, he was Sora, he got excited about food for goodness sake, it is nearly impossible to figure out why he was this excited, the only thing we really have in common is this blog we both follow, but that's not why he's excited, he would have told me about the update by now if he was, and it is defiantly not something to lose sleep over.

"That's right, you both start school today." Oh. That. Yeah, no. my Mocha now finished, I put the empty mug on the table.

Mum was almost finished with Sora's hair by this point, despite it still looking wild, it looked oddly good. I will never understand Sora or his hair.

"Is that why you were up before Sora today Roxas?" dad asked looking at me for the first time that morning with a disbelieving expression, he is the only one in the family to refuse to call me Fox, and he's also the only one to get away with it.

It's odd though; he was paying attention to us this morning. He must have heard Sora's bitching about my locking the doors then. It was always Sora who was the morning person, as well as the favourite child. If I could, I would stay in bed all day, screw parental approval "you were excited for school?"

I internally cringed, screw what I said about parental approval, my dad was scary. externally I put on a big smile and said with an as excited voice as I could muster, "you bet!" our dad sighed, and ran a hand through his blond tresses, I was the spitting image of him, whereas Sora took after our mother, but had our fathers eyes.

I think he could tell I was putting up a fake front, just a little. Damn, maybe I should have toned it down a bit. I'm not like Sora, who gets excited at everything, and our parents know it. In fact, I rarely get excited about anything. And dad could always flip between nice, or a scary bastard. Today, he was nice. Joy for me and my slip up.

"I know that this has been hard for you guys," dad began, "but this is the start of a better life for us, and it will work."

Sora and I just stared at dad, it sounded like before everything was wrong, when we were doing fine, "of course it will dad." Sora said, while I nodded "It always does." Don't want to get him angry with my bad lies today, I have no idea what's wrong with me, my mask isn't in place properly, that nightmare slowly coming back to me as the conversation continued, leaving me feeling disturbed.

Mum just chuckled as she handed me my brush, "of course is does Sora, we just hope that we all get along with everyone in this new city."

"But we aren't even in the city mum; we are living in the suburbs! And we got along with everyone fine back in all of the cities we have ever lived in." I corrected her, getting up and putting my plate in the sink as Sora dashed upstairs for his own shower. I just wanted to pick a fight suddenly, obviously not with dad, and Sora had escaped, and we had always lived in apartments in the city, this was the first actual house we had ever lived in. I missed the city.

Mum laughed again, cheerful as ever "I know, but our address is a part of Radiant Garden City. Now you go get your things and ill drive you to school." She just completely ignored the second part of my sentence. It made me extremely suspicious. What were our parents hiding? Or maybe I was just over-reacting, seeking an excuse to hate the new city just because I didn't like the fact that we had to move again. 'But,' I reasoned, ' it was quite a quick move' which it was, a week after we had be informed of the new jobs, we were off for the 8 hour drive to Radian Garden City, with a moving van behind us the whole way. Even though we seemed to follow a pattern, move, fine for a few months, mum and dad get stressed, anxious and easily angered, then they miraculously get new jobs or re-located by their current jobs and off we move. But maybe I'm overthinking it. Actually, scratch that, I am defiantly overthinking it

I was now walking up the stairs to put my brush away, slip my phone into my pocket and to grab my school bag, which was resting against the foot of my bed, stuffed full with text books for my classes. I heaved it onto my shoulder and almost buckled underneath the weight, but thankfully regained my balance before I could topple over. I could hear Sora getting dressed in the bathroom. 'Quick shower.' I thought as I again stared around my room and decided to go look out my window, which had a window seat, albeit a small one, but it was there, and I adored it, especially with the fantastic view of the park that was next door to our house. I could just tell my parents were trying to bribe me into being happy about this with the room alone, which was the best in the house, buying me almost anything I wanted to furnish it defiantly confirmed my suspicions about it. But I liked my furniture, so I denied everything offered.

After hearing Sora trip down the stairs I decided it would probably be a good time to get going. As I walked down the stairs, I could hear Sora demanding mum hurry up and get in the car so they could wait for me. At hearing this, I remembered that I had yet to put on my eyeliner, so I put my bag at the bottom of the steps and dashed back up into my room, and began digging for my make-up.

I'm not the type of girl to always have make-up caked on my face, in fact, the only make-up I owned was my trusty eyeliner and a bit of lip-gloss, with a cry of victory, I found my make-up in my handbag, and dashed again for the mirror, putting on the make-up on top and below my eye, smudging it in the corner to give my eyes some shape, and then walked to put it back in my handbag when I noticed my glasses on the bedside table and hesitated, did I want to wear them and do well in class, since I wouldn't be able to see the board without them, or not wear them, and possibly make some new friends? Deciding that I would rather do well in school, I grabbed them and slipped them onto my ears as mum honked the car, telling me to hurry up. I suddenly remembered my laptop and swung the case onto my shoulder.

A/N-Okie, thats it for first chapter, now, not all chapters are going to be this long, in fact, most are going to be shorter. and i will most likely update every week or so, but i may forget.

also, this is my first story, so please review and tell me what you think! (constructive critisism appreciated, haters need not bother reviewing)

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