Disclaimer: I don't own Cloud or anything that that's Final Fantasy. They belong to Square Enix.
You stood on a cliff that overlooked what once looked like a grand city, now nothing more than ruins. At the edge of the cliff there was a huge sword embedded in the ground. You walked up to it and put your hand on the top of the hilt. You didn't know why it was there, but you had this feeling that it was something important. It was there to remember something or someone.
"Who are you?" You heard a man's voice behind you.
You turned your eyes away from the sword to the owner of the voice behind you. He looked like he was in his early 20's. He had spiky blonde hair and was wearing black clothes with a shoulder guard on his left shoulder which had a wolf emblem on it. He only wore one sleeve which he was wearing on his left arm. He had some black goggles on so you couldn't see his eyes.
He stepped closer to you.
"Who are you?" He asked again; his voice was more demanding then questioning.
"I'm…" You started to say but then you started to feel dizzy. Everything was spinning and you couldn't think straight. Then all went black.
"Wake up…" You heard a familiar voice.
"Wake up…" You heard the voice again.
Then you knew…you were sleeping…in class…again.
"WAKE UP MISS JONES!!!" You were most definitely sleeping in class.
You slowly opened your eyes to find your history teacher Mr. Larson standing next to your desk with a history book open in his hand. Satisfied that you were awake, he continued on with his reading on about Hitler and the Nazi.
Soon after the bell finally rang ending history class as well as the school day. You were putting your books in your backpack when Mr. Larson walked over to you.
"Miss Jones, this is the third time this week you fell asleep in my class. Either you go to bed early or you'll find yourself in detention next time. Do I make myself clear?" He said in a strict voice.
You nodded your head lazily.
With that conversation over, you left the class.
As you walked home you thought of the dream you had. You had that dream for a week now and it was really starting to bug you.
'Who is he?' you thought to yourself as you got closer and closer to your house.
You walked up to your front door and stopped. You sighed knowing what was gonna happen next. You opened the door and had your hand up in the air quick enough to catch the beer bottle that was thrown at you. It was a reflex you slowly got into. You looked at the man that was sitting in his armchair with a newly opened bottle of beer in his left hand.
"Hi to you too old man." You said annoyingly as you took your shoes off.
"Stop calling me that you bitch." Your old man replied back harshly and threw the half empty bottle of beer at you. It missed and hit the wall right by your head. You didn't flinch at all because you were so used to it. You had to go through with this every single day.
You knew why he was like this, it was because of mom. She died a couple years ago. Since then, your old man quit his job and devoted his life to drinking. To think he was once a well respected man to the community and now look at him. Someone had to put food on the table, so you got a job.
You sighed and went up the stairs. You heard your brother and sister rush out of their bedroom door and ran into your arms.
"Big sister!" they both cried in your arms.
"Shhhh…it's alright. I'm here now." You comforted them.
Your younger brother Ky had short black hair and blue eyes and your younger sister Amber had shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes. You had long raven black hair and had purple eyes. You had a nice slim body with all your curves in the right places.
"Sarah?" You heard your little brother's voice call you.
"What is it Ky?" You still had him in your arms along with Amber.
"What are we having for dinner?" He asked.
You thought about it for a moment.
"How about chocolate chip pancakes?" You saw the little grins appear on their faces.
"Yay!" They both squealed and ran to their room.
A small smile appeared on your face. It was rare to have little moments where they are truly happy.
Later that night after finishing your homework you started to ponder if you were gonna dream of the spiky haired man again. It was weird dreaming the same dream for a week. There was only one way to find out. You shut off the lamp next to you and got comfortable under the covers. Soon you let the spell of sleep wash over your eyes.
You were back on the cliff that overlooked the ruins of the city; the sword still in the ground's tight grip. This dream felt different from the other dreams.. You waited for the man to show up and sure enough he did. You turned around and there he was standing in the same outfit with those goggles on.
"Who are you?" You asked this time instead of him.
"I would worry less about my name and worry more about you locking your front door before going to sleep." He answered with a monotone voice.
You instantly woke up after what the man said. As quick as lightning you ran down the stairs to the front door. What you saw scared you; the door was wide open.
"Oh shit…" You cursed as you backed away slowly from the door scared out of your wits. What if someone got inside and is watching you right now? You had that gut feeling that someone did get inside. You hated that you were right. Suddenly you felt a gloved hand cover your mouth to prevent you from screaming. You felt the intruder's breath near your ear.
"I told you." He said in a monotone voice.
Your eyes widened. It was the voice of the man in the dream.
'He can't be real. It's just a dream; but then what about the door?' You thought to yourself.
If you thought you were freaked out about the door you were even more freaked out that the guy was real. You tried to calm yourself down the best you can. You felt his breath near your ear again.
"I'm not gonna hurt you, I promise." He said in that emotionless voice of his.
For some reason you felt you could trust him. You slowly nodded and his hand slowly left your mouth out of fear that you might scream.
He walked pass you and shut the wide open door.
"Who are you?" He asked; his back still facing you.
You didn't want to make him upset so you told him.
"Sarah." You answered.
All the sudden you heard banging at your door.
"Go upstairs." He ordered.
You weren't gonna argue with him cause you didn't know what was going on. You ran up the stairs as fast as you could with him following close behind. There was a window at the end of the hall. He ran pass you and opened it.
"Let's go." He said.
"What about my family?" You said worried about Ky and Amber.
"They'll be fine. They're not after them. Now let's go." He extended his hand out to you.
You heard the banging on the door grow louder so without hesitation you grabbed his gloved hand. He seemed stunned at first but he put his arm around your waist and you two jumped out of the window together. He landed gracefully with you. He let go of you and motioned you to follow him. He led you to what looked like the coolest motorcycle you've ever seen. He got on it in one swift movement.
"Get on." He said.
You got on behind him and wrapped you arms around his waist. You felt your cheeks were getting hot. He started up the motorcycle and the two of you escaped off into the night.