Holding On

Maxsodin was lonesome.
Braxyd hadn't woken yet. It didn't bug her that much. The time he was awake, he was spiteful and malicious towards her. She wasn't strong enough to handle that again, both emotionally and mentally.
She sat with her knees pulled to her chest, her eyes wide as they stared off into space.
Space... Maxsodin missed Nexan.
She missed them all.
Every second of every waking hour was a struggle for Max. The Darkness in her head didn't like not being in control. It nagged at the weaker, pure half of her mind, trying to regain control. Maxsodin resisted, but it wore her strength down with every minute.
She hadn't slept. Not in the three days of escaping the Castle. To sleep was to loosen her grip on her mind. That would allow the Darkness to seize it again.
She didn't want that.
Her Keyblade sat at her feet, humming and whispering as it always did. The sound was all there was in the stillness of the graveyard. It was depressing for Max; she longed for a single familiar face.
Braxyd wasn't familiar anymore. He had changed.
She wondered if they all had.
She knew it was true for herself.
"Nexan..." she whispered. A surge of power rushed to her head. It was no longer a feeling of great power, but one that scared Max.

The graveyard faded and Maxsodin could see Nexan. She was talking with another organization member. She was new to Maxsodin. This member, of course, wore the organization robe. Her hair was very pale blue, almost white. It was spiked up at odd angles, with two braids draped over her shoulders. The number VII was engraved on the coat. She and Nexan were talking. Some instinct told Max they were discussing her. Max longed to push her powers even more to hear the conversation, but she dare not risk it.

The graveyard came back into focus. It was still depressing and glum. Max stared ahead as if nothing had happened. Emotion was too much effort. She was completely and totally exhausted from controlling her powers.
Silently, Maxsodin rocked back and forth, her mouth moving but not speaking.
She longed for help.
Oh how she longed...