***Hey, this is the preface to my new fanfiction, Concrete House of Cards. You no like, you no read. I'm updating every Thursday. Edit: Fuck that, I'm updating every other day.***

Roxas Pov

Roxas regarded his life as a house of cards.

He kept building it up, though it was swaying.

Sometimes bits fell off.

Sometimes it crashed until there was only the supporting bottom layer.

But he kept building, trying to keep it from falling.

It always swayed dangerously, as though it would topple at any second.

But there were some days more stable than others.

Some days when the house of cards could take a small breeze and not fall.

But most days a few cards fell.

And Roxas just picked them back up and put them back on.

This is what he was thinking about as he lay motionless on the ground, trying not to breathe too hard.

With every breath a searing pain cut through his ribs and he wished to die.

He often wished that lately.

But he had to keep his promise to Xion.

If he didn't do that… then what good was he?

He'd be just as bad as them.

Maybe worse.

And sometimes, Roxas knocked over a few cards himself.

He was tired of this.

He just wanted not to feel.

Not to hurt.

But that wish can't come true.

In a few days he'd have his first day at a public school, something he had been dreaming about ever since Xion told him about them.

He could hang on to his house of cards a little longer.