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I'm not very good writing people arguing so if this doesn't make any sense I am sorry. Please bear with me.

Chapter One

Runaway

Tifa Lockhart ran as fast as her legs could take her and as far as her body could go. She was in excruciating pain but she didn't care. Blood was oozing out of the wounds she had on her right arm, bruises began to appear on her left arm and left cheek. But that didn't matter now; all that did matter was getting as far away from Edge as she possibly could.

He had hurt her. She never thought he would but he did. Vincent Valentine, the man she had come to know and love with all of her heart hurt her.

Tifa turned a corner and headed for the train station, not watching where she was heading she tripped and land on her bleeding arm. 'Shit!' she cursed as she got up and continued running. Many people began to stare and it was pissing her off a bit. 'Can't a girl run around with a bleeding arm and bruised cheek in peace?'

Tifa turned yet another corner and came to the train station. "All aboard!" shouted the conductor. She quickly ran to the ticket booth, "One please." she gasped out. She was running so hard that she was completely out of breath.

"Here you are Miss. That will be-"

Tifa yanked the ticket from his hand and threw him a fist full of gil. She ran to the train and for a moment felt safe. Again people were staring at her as she made her way to the very back of the train. She continued to hold her bleeding arm. It was very painful to even look at it. It had four holes, three in the back and on in the front where Vincent grabbed her with his gauntlet

. Hot tears ran down her cheeks as she remembered everything that happened just a few minutes go. Vincent yelling at her and how she yelled at him. 'Guess I did deserve to be treated like this but did her have to hurt me so?' They fought about the one thing that Vincent was really sensitive about, Lucrecia.

(Flashback)

Vincent I have something I want to talk to you about. A very excited Tifa said as Vincent entered the living room.

Not now I have something that needs taking care of. He replied as he fastened his cloak around his shoulders.

But it won't take that long really. Besides this is more important than what you have to do anyways.

Nothing is more important than this! He growled turning to face a wide eyed Tifa.

Oh, I see, you're going to see her again. Her voice rising a little. She's dead Vincent, don't you get it! D-E-A-D! 'I shouldn't have said that.'

He quickly walked up to Tifa so that he was right in her face, How dare you! Lucrecia will always be a very important person in my life. You have no right what so ever to say anything about her! Tifa was crying now, You think your tears are going to keep me from going to her? Your tears mean nothing to me!

Admit it then, you love her that dead bitch more than me! Say it!

He slapped her knocking Tifa to the floor; quickly he picked her up and dug his fingers into her arms. His gauntlet penetrating her flesh. She is more of a woman then you'll ever be!

With that said she kicked him in the abdomen knocking him to his knees. Tifa ran out the front door and out of his life.

(End flashback)

'I hope he doesn't come looking for me.' Tifa snorted, 'Who am I kidding? His probably at Lurcecia's cave by now. Saying how much he loves her and how he wishes he could be with her.'

Tifa looked out the window as the train swiftly traveled to Kalm. She really had no idea where this train was heading but if it got her away from Edge and Vincent then that was fine with her.

"Miss?"

Tifa looked up to see a young girl about 16 years old standing next to her sit. "Yes?" Tifa didn't mean to sound cruel but she really wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone right now.

"Your arm, it's bleeding pretty badly so if you don't mind, I would like to patch it up for you." Tifa couldn't help but smile, the girl really looked like she wanted to help her so Tifa agreed. The girl clasped her hands together and sat next to Tifa. She already had her first aid kit with her. Tifa guessed she was going to bandage her arm with or without her permission.

"The wounds don't look to deep, that's good." She began as she examined Tifa's arm. "That means I won't need to stitch you up. Hmm?" Tifa wasn't paying attention to her. She was now looking out the window again thinking of what to do now. "There you go, all done!"

Tifa looked at her arm, "Thank you." She said.

"You're welcome. Now please change the dressings at least twice a day and put this medication on it to keep it from getting infected." she handed Tifa a small bottle of ointment.

Tifa nodded and turned her attention back outside. 'What am I going to do now?' She began to rub her bruised cheek, "I wonder will anyone love me if I died?" She closed her eyes and went to sleep.

Well that was chapter one. What do you all think? If I get about 10 reviews then I may continue writing. But please be gentle I'm still a virgin when it comes to writing.