Ok. So here it goes. I decided to put up another story that I've recently started working on. I've fallen in love with FFVII yaoi fanfics... So I decided to write one. However, I couldn't decide on who I wanted to pair with who. So we have Cloud and 4 other of your favourite FFVII men!So I really hope this goes ok. I'm a little worried about this story, I'm not so surehow good this will turn out.

Yep. I don't own them. The characters.


Prologue
My Back Story

My name is Cloud Strife. You may have heard of me, if we went to high school together, or if you heard that story on the news about that high school student who attempted suicide, but other than that, this would be our first meeting.

I want to tell you a little about myself. I was born to a family who didn't love me, who didn't even want me, but they raised me anyway. From the time I learned how to crawl around on the floor, I was abused by my parents, mentally and physically. I have the scars to prove it. When I was younger I used to wonder if all parents treated their children this way. I had no friends to ask about it, but going to school I realized that I was the only kid who showed up with cuts and bruises all over his body because he was in a "car accident" or was playing a sport and "fell" and any other excuse I was told to tell. I suffered through constant beatings and being constantly put down until I was sixteen years old.

It was two years ago now when I had decided that I wasn't going to continue living with these parents of mine who didn't love or care about me. I decided to take my own life. I slit my wrist, but I only enjoyed the pain. I tried popping pills, but I never took enough. I even tried to hang myself but the rope wasn't strong enough and snapped. Finally, I decided shooting myself would get the job done. My father had a small handgun in a drawer in the kitchen. I took it one day and shot myself in the chest. Stupid me missed all vital organs. I still think I should have shot myself in the head.

It was after that when people began to realize what my parents had really been doing me. They questioned me in the hospital. Why I was covered in so many bruises, cuts, scars, and now a bullet wound. I told them the truth. "I was sick of being treated like shit," were my exact words. I told them everything. All about how I had spent my entire life being beaten and abused by my parents.

Now, I don't know anything about the judicial system, but my parents are now spending the rest of their lives in prison. After that a bunch of weird legal stuff happened, a lot of it I still don't really understand. I was sixteen, and I'd never really payed attention in Government class.

Long story short; I ended up with all of their possessions. Their house (a small trailer in a white trash trailer park), their car (a beat up old Chevy pick up truck), and everything else left in the house. I lived there on my own. I went to school and I got a job. I got by just fine. I graduated high school. I may not have been the top of my class, but I graduated. About a month ago, actually.

So yes, someone with no family and no friends can get a long just fine. I'm just proof that you don't need anybody.

And nobody needs you.