OKay so I have revised quite a bit in this and I hope people still manage to enjoy. Please, point out any mistakes a might or have made in this, I'd appreciate it.
-Kitty
Dear Diary,
"My name is Fatima and I'm a Turk. Not by choice I assure you it's just that…I don't have a choice. Okay, everyone has a choice but I'm in a bit of a tight spot here. I'm 23 years old and about…oh, I don't know 5'8", 5'9" and I guess you could call me a life-time employee for Shinra.
Yeah, that's surprising to most people .For me, this is how it's always been but whatever, my life isn't all bleak. I have a few close friends to keep me company (Thank Gaea!). Lucrecia Crescent for one thing. She's smart, she's gorgeous and probably one of the only white coats here that I don't mind.
Kimberly Parker is her name or just Kim for short. Honestly I'm not sure how this girl landed a job like this. She's short and fiery but sweet with curly, copper-toned hair and leaf-green eyes. Kim's great company when a day has gone sour and even better company when armed with a gun.
Then…there's Vincent. His reasons for being here were mainly to act as Lucrecia's bodyguard but I believe over time, somehow, they became a bit more. It's not really any of my business but I find myself feeling a bit…jealous. He wasn't very talkative but he was…nice in his own way.
I spend a lot of time around Lulu when I have the time so I've gotten to know him just a little bit."
-Fatima
I sighed as I shut the leather-bound journal and replaced its silver lock. Lucrecia advised me to get one so that I could have something to let my thoughts out with. I rose from the bed and looked into the mirror above my dresser where a young woman with waist-length black hair and golden eyes, stared back at me quite sourly. Tiredly, I raked a hand through my dark hair with a huff and began the ritual of donning my uniform, from blazer, to boots, to fingerless gloves.
Now I know everyone and their mother owns a pair of fingerless-gloves these days but seriously, they look so badass, and I never was very formal. The gun was standard but it wasn't like I needed much to do my job.
My boots thumped on the floor as I walked and I reviewed the recently assigned mission in my head. Dr. Howard Stein had once been a greedy white-coat. After some rather unsavory business with the boss he fled to parts unknown until now. Where do I come in? Well, that should be easy enough to guess on your own.
The wind ruffled my hair as soon as I stepped out of the mansion. A bloated silvery moon hovered in the sky and I wondered childishly what would happen if it suddenly fell. It felt good to be out again.
The mission was simple, get in, kill, get out, nothing new. What I wasn't expecting was the frail old man I found hiding in his dusty old apartment, muttering gibberish at an alarming rate. It was only after I had gotten tired of waiting for him to notice me and called his name did he acknowledge my existence.
It was as if he thought me some sort of phantom, the way his eyes glazed over. "You…" he mumbled. Honestly, I had no idea what to make of that. A scream of some sort, maybe a bit of begging for his life like most of the ones before him but not this…blank stare. I felt a bit out of my element if you know what I mean.
"You're that little girl." He stated, his eyes finally clearing of their haze. "You know why I'm here, correct?" I asked him, suddenly unable to just blow him away and leave without saying something. "Yes." He replied. "Kill me Tima, finish what you came for but you have to make me a promise." I snorted a bit I admit. "A promise, why should I?" Then I rethought what I had just said. "Alright, what do you want?"
The Doctor stared me down hard. It surprised me and I could only wonder if this was still the babbling fool from minutes before. He answered me and for some reason a chill settled in my bones.
"Run."
It was a simple one-worded answer and for a minute I think I forgot how to breathe. "Pull the trigger." He ordered, his voice low, no room for argument. I did as he told me without hesitation, my silenced bullet piercing stale air, straight through flesh and bone.
His body slumped, a bullet to the forehead, and I left through the window as quickly as I had come. I left not a trace. I never do. It didn't make much difference either way though. Outside of their walls, I did not exist.
"How was the job hun?" asked Kimberly with a small smile. Lucrecia, who had decided to join us for lunch, paused and began to survey me. "Not too good?" I ignored them both and continued to mess around with the food on my plate with lazy strokes of my fork.
I did not really feel like eating and kept replaying the previous events in my head, despite how brief, like a movie. "Are you feeling okay Tima?" asked Lucrecia with concern. She reached over to place her hand on my forehead but I refused to respond. With a mumbled apology, I excused myself and left the table.
Dear Diary,
"I had a strange dream. I was on a hill somewhere, under a tree. It was quiet and peaceful with little birds chirping. It was like I didn't belong there at all. I saw Lulu and she was carrying a basket. She looked so happy, like she didn't have a care in the world.
It seemed nice.
I suddenly wished that I knew what she was feeling, where she was going. It wasn't any of my business though. I shut my eyes to her and tried to block it all out. It wasn't any of my business. The birds sounded like they were screaming but I refused to open my eyes.
It wasn't any of my business."
-Fatima
I was being silly and I knew it but I couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen soon. Something was coming to break the monotony that had settled over my life or maybe…just maybe it was already here right under my nose. There were questions, hundreds of them, swimming around in my head but not enough answers. Eventually, I decided that I'd given myself enough of a headache and the best thing for me to do right then and there was to sleep it off.
It is really too bad but sometimes things do not always go as planned. When opened my eyes again I was…somewhere I should not have been. This was the place where the horror lived but even knowing that couldn't stop my legs from moving. "I'm supposed to find something here." My mind supplied for me. I was supposed to meet someone here soon. Kimberly came to mind but for some reason I truly hoped that she did not come.
It was like a dream.
I thought it was a dream.
I hoped it was all a dream.
There was a door at the end of my tunnel vision and I hesitated, stiffening at the sound of a gunshot. Forgetting my fear, I dashed toward the door and it slid open without my aid. To this day there are times when I wish I had turned around and gone back to my room.
But I did not.
I stared down at the body for what felt like ages just taking it in. Black hair and plenty of blood but I knew exactly who it was. I paid no attention to the white-coat standing frozen just a few feet away from me, gun probably still smoking. What was his name again, Hojo? I think that is what it was. Another bullet pierced the air and grazed my left cheek but struck another target.
Slowly, I looked over my shoulder and met eyes with horrified green before they rolled back and disappeared. The entry wound between white eyes cried blood and a gun slipped from suddenly slack hands as she fell. "Kim."
I stared long and hard listening to the blood rush in my ears, trying to take it in.
Then I screamed.
I screamed until my throat felt raw and I felt tears ran hot down my cheeks. Another gunshot tore through my chest and demolished my right lung. It cut my cries off abruptly, blood pouring from my lips like a water fall.
I lost consciousness after that.
Dear Diary,
"I had another strange dream. I saw Lucrecia and she was holding something in her arms…it was a bundle. It moved in her arms and she smiled at me. I wasn't sure what to say. A small hand reached out of the blanket, grabbing at one of her bangs but she didn't take her eyes off me. She was pleading with me, I could tell. "Take care of him." She said but I never once saw her lips move."
-Fatima
I rewrote a lot of this to the music box version of "When Love Ends for the First Time." It really helped. If you want, go find it on Youtube and read it to the last journal entry. Review and no flames.
