A Letter of the Dead

By the time someone read this letter, I am already dead—no longer a part of this world. There is nothing left of me even now. I have been living all my life in hiding, in fear, in terror and horror. My life isn't mine anymore… my life is in his hands—in his palms. He could kill me with a single flick of his hand…he could squash me like a cockroach just by forming his palms into fists. It is as easy as that… there is nothing left of my life. There is nothing that is worth living for me.

And… by the time someone finds and read this letter, I am already dead. There is no reason for anyone to look for me or even my body. I have a feeling that he will hide my body in a place where no one could find me. Because… because…

I am shaking here in horror. In the basement of the house, listening in closely for any harm that could come upon me. I am sure that he is searching for me. It will be soon… It will be soon until he opens the door to the basement and find me here…hiding in the storeroom below the stairs. I fear what might become of me… even though I know that death is near… I fear it…

My heart is pounding in my chest as I continue to write this letter. I have no clue as to why I would choose to do this… I don't know why it suddenly strikes upon me to write my will upon this white sheet of paper. I'm not even sure if anyone will find this letter. There is no guarantee.

He is coming closer…

Closer…

There's a loud creek…signaling that the door to the basement is opened…

Thud

Thud.

Thud..

His footsteps…

I swallowed.

He's…close. And my doom is even closer.

If I were one of those people that was gifted with the talent to see supernatural beings, I'm sure that I would have been seeing grim reapers near my side now—ready to take my soul, ready to bring me to their master.

Before I am no longer a part of this world… Please… someone must know that he is a good man. He is a kind and gentle man. Axel is…

And then, the door in front of me opened. I quickly curl that piece of paper into a small paper ball and throw it away somewhere. It's so dark… I can hardly see anything… I'm sure Axel can hardly make out my figure too—cowering in fear in the corner.

He brings a flashlight with him and he shines it directly towards me. And I can see a hint of his grin… His once gentle and kind grin is no longer there.

Axel is always a good best friend of mine.

He is also a good boy friend of mine.

I am willing to give my life away if it means that I can undo everything that has made him change into the devil he is now. I am willing to forever lose my chance of reincarnation if it means getting rid of that devil inside him.

He is no longer Axel…

Or is he?

He still has those emerald eyes that gleam brightly even in the darkest night.

He still has the grin that made me fall for him when I first met him.

But his gentleness is gone…

It's no longer there…

"Axel…"

A smile… "Roxas…" in the dark…

It's dark…

Dark…

Dark.

And everything goes dark for me.

My consciousness slowly seeping away as he pierces a sharp needle through my skin… something is injected into my bloodstream…

If somebody is reading this… that means that I am no longer a part of this world…

And that means that…the devil inside Axel lives.