Lake House<Roxas's Room

Roxas walks into his room.He exhaled deepyl as he walked over face planting on his bed.He stretched his body through out the entire matress.He hated going to meetings early in the morning, but he loved playing paintball, and that was all he needed to force himself out of bed every time.He closed his face pushing his face into the sheets of his bed, falling into a light sleep.Roxas was quickly attacked by a barrage of dreams, most of them consisting of his life in Australia.His mind locked on to one of these dreams displaying it through out his entire brain.

-Dream-
Roxas stood before the large muscular man that he recognized as his dad.The look on the man's face seemed to make Roxas's face churn.He understood this look, it meant that something terrible had happened, something that could possibly change his life.

Roxas-"W-whats wrong father?"

He didn't answer.To Roxas it would seem he were just a standing corpse, if it weren't for the constant twitching his the man's eyes.

Roxas-"Father...speak to me."

Roxas stared into the eyes of his father, sweat dripping from his face as he watched the man open his mouth to speak.There was a long pause, then the familiar calm, deep voice Roxas had heard throughout his childhood brushed trhough his ears.

Father-"Roxas i'm sorry but-"

The dream was cut off as Roxas awoke from bed.He had remembered that day in his dream to the last hour.He remembered it for it was the day he'd found out his mother was killed while she was out shopping for groceries.Roxas stood up walking to the bathroom, washing his face off in his sink.He stared at himself in the mirror watching as the water dripped from his face.