Silhouettes

Chapter 4 - Minutes to Midnight

Sora stumbled into the front door leaning on his given crutches for support. The doctors had wrapped his feet until they were white balls. He couldn’t walk properly which made Aerith furious and demanding he have some walking aids.

Sora winced as he gingerly placed weight on his foot and he saw his brother and father at the dinner table eating.

Aerith clicked her tongue and Cloud looked to the oven, Roxas stood at the mouth of the stairs and pointed to the kitchen. “I left it warming for you. I haven’t had any yet.”

He gave his brother with a flat glance that made Sora cringe. He hobbled forward and mumbled, “Mum, I’m not hungry, I want to go to bed.”

Aerith looked terribly concerned and she said, “Sora, maybe you should eat something honey.”

Sora grimaced and shook his head, “Mum, I can’t, I’m not hungry, really.”

He nearly begged her and Aerith sighed and said in a soft voice, “Okay Sweetheart, if you need me just call out alright?”

Sora nodded briefly and walked to the stairs, he could still feel his brother’s scrutiny burning at the back of his head and he hobbled up the stairs trying not to put more pressure on his feet.

He swore that the doctors had done more damage to his feet.

As he reached his room, Sora felt a brisk chill race up his spine and he flopped down onto the bed checking out every little detail on his bandaged feet.

The doctors had put this stinging clear liquid that hurt like all hell, poked, and prodded his feet exclaiming that they were 2nd degree burns.

Sora had not been amused and his pain made Aerith upset and angry.

So as he sat down he saw his breath misting from his mouth and he grumbled angrily. He saw his blue pyjama pants on the bed and made the decision to change into them. He opted for a large bed shirt and pulled that on.

He lied down snuggling underneath his covers, he felt terribly uncomfortable. It was like wearing shoes to bed.

He glanced up at the alarm clock glowing on his entertainment unit.

8:00

He felt horribly tired but he couldn’t force himself to go to sleep, he watched his black bathroom for a while thinking of many things.

His family.

Roxas.

The House.

Fuck even the girl at the café yesterday.

He sighed and turned over in the dimness and got comfortable again. He closed his eyes and lie there for a moment. It was dead silent before he heard the faint sound of music. Sora lifted his head instantly.

He definitely heard music.

It was faint; Roxas’ Ipod could play music without earphones. It had a small speaker, which played. It was probably that, but Roxas wasn’t one to carelessly toss his most precious object and waste the batteries.

Grudgingly Sora groped for his new crutches, hauled himself to his battered and stinging feet, and hobbled towards the door.

“Where the hell is he going?”

“Oh he better be going down those stairs.”

Sora shivered with the iciness of his room, crossed the hallway, and pushed open Roxas’ door.

“Oh god, Riku stop him, he is going on their side.”

“I can’t, I will be ripped beyond shreds.”