Breathe today;

[fullthreat.livejournal.com]

No, that's not what I said, don't put words in my mouth.

[his eyes fall shut. he's seated in a chair somewhere in a room that looks like it'd belong to a counselor.]

You know I hate when you get in my face about that, I talk about someone too much and you automatically think I-

[he's talking as he looks up, but when he realizes his counselor's gone and the curtains aren't billowing with open windows blowing from the summer breeze, his voice halts. he's really not sure what to do about this.]

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[mergingly.livejournal.com]

So I've been told.

[fullthreat.livejournal.com]

So you told me everything but why you're here still.

[mergingly.livejournal.com]

Like I said: you're interesting. There's nothing else for me to do around here.

[fullthreat.livejournal.com]

So you're just going to poke and prod at me like a lab rat because you're bored? Get a life.

[mergingly.livejournal.com]

I haven't even gotten my scalpel out yet.

[fullthreat.livejournal.com]

Go away.

[mergingly.livejournal.com]

And leave you stuck like that?

[fullthreat.livejournal.com]

I'm fine and you weren't helping anyway.

[moves slightly, sitting up and shoving the chair out of his way. he's wincing here and there, but it's easy enough to ignore.]

[mergingly.livejournal.com]

I thought you didn't want my help.

[but he's standing up and holding out a hand.]

Don't trust me? Fine. I don't trust you either. Don't like me? Fine. I never said you were my favorite person. But I'm in a helpful mood, and those are rare, so I suggest you stop whining and let me.

[fullthreat.livejournal.com]

Why the hell should I care that you feel like helping? If you know I hate you, why would you even attempt knowing the chances are I'd say no?

Are you really as stupid as I keep telling you? If you know it so much, why don't you do something about it instead of making the same mistake all the time.

[smacks his hand away, then holds his lower back as he staggers to a stand.]

[mergingly.livejournal.com]

People like you are helplessly idiotic. I try and try to be nice and this is the thanks I get, each and every time. But I'm not going to sit here and explain myself to you.

[puts his hands up.]

So fine. Have fun over here by yourself, and do trip over yourself on the way out.

[fullthreat.livejournal.com]

Good 'cause I don't care.

[stares vehemently at the floor, brows drawn down and hands clenched into fists. he's trying so hard to keep composure until Roxas leaves, he really is.]

[mergingly.livejournal.com]

[shrugs.]

I guess that works out, then.

[and now he's turning to head out.]

[fullthreat.livejournal.com]

[makes some sort of choked noise, but his head's turned.]

[mergingly.livejournal.com]

[he doesn't turn around or say anything, but when he makes it to the door he moves to lean against the frame, watching him with what looks like bored eyes.]

You're not the only one that tries that act. It's quick to fall apart.

[fullthreat.livejournal.com]

Sh-shut up! Weren't you leaving?!

[grits his teeth, rubbing at his face.]

[mergingly.livejournal.com]

I just thought I'd leave you with that last bit of advice. We aren't all your brother, even if we look and sound like him, genius.

[and now he'll leave.]

[fullthreat.livejournal.com]

I don't care! What the hell is the difference anyways? You're all a bunch of stuck up jerks who're always out to get your jollies from someone else's misery, and what, you feel like helping me now, sure, but you're saying it's rare so maybe I gave in, and say I did let you help, you'd just hate me again tomorrow or the next day!

What's the point?!

[yeah, on that last bit, he's picking up the chair he tripped over and promptly slamming it over that desk nearest to him. such a violent child.]

[mergingly.livejournal.com]

You'll quickly find out that you aren't the most messed up person here. You may think you have someone figured out, but you've hardly skimmed the surface.

[fullthreat.livejournal.com]

I'm not fucking having a contest god fucking--

[now he's tugging at his hair, tears running down his cheeks.]

You're a fucking idiot, go away!

[mergingly.livejournal.com]

I never said it was a contest. There you go assuming again.

[fullthreat.livejournal.com]

And you're apparently assuming I care whether I'm the most fucked up in the head? I'm talking about you and your stupid face and my stupid brother and your shitty excuse for me to suddenly bend to your need to help!

[crouches down and picks up one of the legs from the chair. hey, this looks like it could be a good bat.]

[mergingly.livejournal.com]

I guess it looks to be that way.

[he doesn't look too worried about that leg.]

[fullthreat.livejournal.com]

Maybe if I just kill myself since there are 'so many Soras', you wouldn't have a reason to waste your time talking to me.

It'd make things easier, right?

[smiles at him, even as he holds the leg of the chair with two hands and presses the side of it right to his forehead.]

[mergingly.livejournal.com]

Sweet suicide. Who doesn't want it by now? But it's not so easy to kill yourself here. I tried it, some fucker healed me. Others have died, they come back within a week. Death means nothing here.

[he's back to leaning on the door frame, hands stuffed into his pockets.]

All you'll do is prove you let your world win. And then when you come back you can really go insane because it wasn't enough, and never will be.