The Tales of a Stripper

By: Chibi-Kyo-Chan

Chapter 9: ( let it bleed)

"Oh my God! Sora!"

"Sora!"

"SORA!!!"

It was several hours later when he finally awoke. Blinking slowly as he tried to adjust to the blindingly bright light. Where was he? How did he get here? What happened? He remembered Aqua eyes...beautiful aqua eyes...

"He's awake. Nurse go get his family if you would please."

"Right away sir!"

Sora blinked again trying to get his eyes to focus... Nurse? Was he in a hospital? Why was he here? So many questions swam in his head. Looking around he saw a white on white room with a lot of sterile equipment. Confused he looked up to see what must have been the doctor messing around with machines checking on things and writing stuff on his clipboard. Sora tried to speak but his throat was dry and the only sound that came out was a rasping "hhmnn"

The doctor turned around and forced a smile on his face showing off his perfect, white teeth. "How are you feeling?"

Sora tried once more to talk but failed miserably to do so.

"Ah. Your throat must be dry." the Doctor stated grabbing something from the bedside table. "Here drink this."

Sora grabbed the cup from the doctors hand and looked at it questioningly.

"It's alright Son, it's just water."

Smiling Sora drank the whole thing down in one go.

"Better?"

Sora nodded setting the cup down back on the table "Much."

"Glad to see you can finally speak." he said running fingers through his black perfectly quaffed hair. "My name is Doctor Touya. Do you remember how you got here?"

Sora merely shook his head no. as he pulled the blanket up to his chest feeling uncomfortable on where this conversation was going to be heading at.

"Well Sora, You were brought here at Destiny Hospital at approximately 12:45 A.M. By one Namine Hart. It took two surgeries to bring you back to us."

"What happened to me?" Sora whispered horrified

"By our examinations you have been raped then beaten severely."

Rape.

That one word brought his world crashing down around him as his memories flooded back to him. Xemnas climbing on top of him, the feeling of being split in half as something foreign made it's way into his body.

With out realizing it Tears streamed down Sora's face.

"Now the police are-"

"SORA!!"

The Doctor turned toward the door to see a hysterical blond standing in it's frame "First Axel then you! I was so worried ." She sprinted toward the started brunette warping her slender arms around him in a great big bear hug. "I'm so so sorry we left you. I wanted to go back I really did." she muttered into his hair as she began to cry a little uncontrollably.

The doctor merely looked between the two. "Alright then, I guess I'll leave you two alone for now. Is your father in the waiting room?"

Namine hiccuped and nodded while Sora gave him an dead pan stare.

With that the Doctor left,

"Namine what does he mean is your father in the waiting room?"

"Sora we're a family." She stated between sobs as she clung tighter to Sora's fragile form.

"Ansem?" he asked knowing now that their beloved boss was the so-called father. She nodded her grip vice-like.

"Everything is going to be okay now." she whispered as if she was trying to reassure herself that what she was saying was true.

Sora patted her back trying to calm her down.

Nothing was going to be okay.

Riku glared at the offending contraption as if it did him a great disservice.

"Tried again huh?"

Riku spun around to redirect his glare at the blond that dared to speak to him in his moment of grouchiness.

"Hey! Don't give me that look. I've been trying the same thing." The blond sighed collapsing onto the nearest couch.

"How many times have you called?" Riku asked following pursuit as he collapsed next to the blond on said couch.

"At least 30 something times, you?"

"I lost count after 28..."

"Maybe their just busy-" Suggested Roxas nervously tapping his foot. "Maybe something came up and their out of town or something."

"Yeah."

"Hey you two!!" Sephiroth shouted from the kitchen "Stop moping around like pussies and go do something constructive. . LIKE WORKING ON THE BAND WEBSITE!!!!!"

Both shot up out of the couch and ran upstairs to begin working on something they should have done two weeks ago.

"Man your brother is S-C-A-R-Y."

"You said it." Riku muttered hating his brother intensely at the moment.

They were finally able to take Sora and Axel home from the hospital a week later. Ansem dealt with the police well. Telling them that his brother was insane and needed to be taken to a special facility and he claimed that Sora only lived in the apartments above the strip club because he was looking after him and no he didn't work there. All in all Ansem was always good with covering his tracks and protecting those he loved.

Namine however did not feel that fatherly love in fact at the moment she down right resented him.

"Hey Sora! Axel! Your home!" Squealed Rikku as she bounded down the stairs to give them both a great big hug. "We've missed you!!"

"We missed you too Rikku." Groaned Axel trying to gently push the overzealous woman away.

"OH!" She shouted jumping a few steps back and smacking her forehead with her palm "I almost forgot! Those boys you went to the movies with last week called here-" and at this point she began counting on her fingers "127 times so far. You should probably call them back when you get the chance."

Sora looked positively horrified 'Oh no I missed our second date!' he thought completely downtrodden ed.

"Knew he couldn't stay away from me." Axel smirked as he headed toward the phone.

"Axel you go ahead and call. Tell Riku I'm sorry ..."

Axel and Namine gave Sora a quizzical look worried frowns marring their faces. "It's just that I'm really tired right now..."

"It's alright Sora you go on upstairs and rest." Namine smiled then trying to tell him with her eyes that she understood that he needed time to think.

(Let it Bleed -The Used)

This poison's my intoxication
I broke the needle off in my skin
Picked the scabs and picked the bleeding
And assumed that it was all in vain
A positive scab that's never healing
Calloused hit me in the face
A burning bridge that's so misleading
Poison's more potent now with the flame

Bounding up the stairs practically two at a time tears rolled down the poor boys cheeks. He couldn't face Riku now. He was unclean no one would want him now.

He slammed his bedroom door shut and locked it with a soft 'click' satisfied that he would have his privacy he then jumped onto his bed curling up into a ball and cried to let it all out.

Let it bleed
And take the red for what it's worth
Watch the fire
Fill your lungs with smoke for the last time
If you feel like dying you might wanna sing

Why him? When things were looking up it all had to come down didn't it? Did he deserve this? Did he do something so horrible that everything that was happening was something he deserved?

With his body shaking with sobs he pulled a box from under his bed.

The fire department couldn't drown the city
They didn't even try to wash it clean
And what did you think that I was sober
Put me out cause I'm on fucking fire
A positive scab that's never healing
I regret that I kept this clean
The most that I can do for you is keep on lying
It's not a lie if you can let it sing

Opening the box he dumped the contents of it onto his bed. With shaking hands he rolled his sleeve back …

Let it bleed
Take the red for what it's worth
Watch the fire
Fill your lungs with smoke for the last time
If you feel like dying you might wanna sing

Practically dead now, were his beautiful blue eyes as he picked up one of the razor blades that were on his bed. With practiced ease he swiped the razor across his pale skin watching as the red began mingling the the pale beauty of his skin.

It has been months since he did this.

But now he had nothing left.

Ohoh you might wanna sing
You might wanna sing
You might wanna sing
Sing
You might wanna sing
You might wanna sing
You might wanna sing or scream it...

He did it again, and again causing angry red lines to mar his perfect skin. He couldn't feel it, he just couldn't feel it.

Almost frantic he steadily kept at it. Mutilating his arm in the process.

Why couldn't he feel it?

This poison's my intoxication
I broke the needle off in my skin
Picked the scabs and picked the bleeding
And assumed that it was all in vain

Why couldn't he fucking feel it!?

Cut after cut he felt absolutely nothing. What the hell was the matter with him!?

Let it bleed
Take the red for what it's worth
Watch the fire
Mamma, fill your lungs with smoke for the last time
If you feel like dying
If you feel like dying
If you feel like dying, You might wanna sing
You might wanna sing
You might wanna sing
You might wanna sing or scream it

He screamed then, he screamed until his voice was hoarse...

Because he could no longer feel....

He was numb inside.

A/N: OMFG! This thing didn't die! OH -SHIT! lawls! but srsly though I hoped you liked the long- awaited chapter. Updates are still sporadic but will happen ...eventually.

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