Green Eyes
JEALOUSY! Green eyes blazing angrily. Cute couples taunting me, kissing, holding hands. TORMENT!!
I hate that bitch, she took him away.
That filthy slut, I'll make her pay.
I tried so hard, only to fail.
She easily does it by acting so frail.
I boil inside wanting to end it today.
I want his love but his mind I can't sway.
'Why her? The damn raven haired tramp!' Quistis fumed to herself as she watched Squall and Rinoa stroll by arm in arm. The sight made her gut wretch and her blood boil.
All these years she tried to get Squall to let her in but he coldly turned her down and all that whore had to do was drop to her knees and cry like she had a skinned knee to make him melt and fall under her spell.
Around her it seemed everyone else had someone. Couples wandered the halls holding hands, cuddling and kissing on benches, shameless, caught up in love.
Green eyes stalk the night, uncontrolled, no direction. Not sure what to do anymore, pass by without detection. So alone, so invisible, so unsure of what to be. Green eyes stalk the night, seeking death.
Quistis finished her rounds of Garden although she didn't know why she bothered. If couples wanted to break curfew they'd do it regardless of whether she walked by or not.
The worst part was that her walk took her by Squall's room where squeals of pleasure stabbed into her skull like cold steel, the pain enflaming the rage.
Green eyes flare red looking down at bloodstained hands, not knowing from whence it came. In a daze rage slowly ebbs away leaving hollowness. Green eyes flare red, but everything inside is dead.
Quist washed her hands in the sink the water dyed scarlet red as the blood flowed from her covered hands. Quistis scrubbed the red fluid away in a numb state.
She remembered doing her usual round and heading back to her room, the next thing she knew she was shivering in rage and the aftermath of an adrenaline rush, her hands slick with blood and holding a bloodstained dagger.
She had thrown the dagger into the streams of the Training Centre in fear and fled to her room where she now tried hard to rid herself of these stains.
Green eyes pale to grey, reflecting your own. Only in dreams can I be with you. I know this is not reality for when I awake I'm alone and confused. Green eyes pale to grey, becoming one with you.
It was Rinoa that she'd killed, in her fugue state. She had no memory of the act and so far no one knew it was her, not even Squall.
Deep down inside she was happy and laughing but she was able to present an upset reaction to the world having become so good at hiding what she really felt.
However Squall's own misery was becoming hers since she could see although Rinoa had been a little slut to her, she had been everything to Squall.
Green eyes fade to black, jealous rage finally burning away. Darkness envelops them in the final dream. No more pain invades, no more hate drives. Green eyes fade to black, Death finally arrives.
No one could believe what she had done, even with her own confession. But it mattered no more since she was already dead, her life taken by her own hand. A form driven by jealousy now empty and forlorn.
JEALOUSY! Green eyes blazing angrily. Cute couples taunting me, kissing, holding hands. TORMENT!!
I hate that bitch, she took him away.
That filthy slut, I'll make her pay.
I tried so hard, only to fail.
She easily does it by acting so frail.
I boil inside wanting to end it today.
I want his love but his mind I can't sway.
'Why her? The damn raven haired tramp!' Quistis fumed to herself as she watched Squall and Rinoa stroll by arm in arm. The sight made her gut wretch and her blood boil.
All these years she tried to get Squall to let her in but he coldly turned her down and all that whore had to do was drop to her knees and cry like she had a skinned knee to make him melt and fall under her spell.
Around her it seemed everyone else had someone. Couples wandered the halls holding hands, cuddling and kissing on benches, shameless, caught up in love.
Green eyes stalk the night, uncontrolled, no direction. Not sure what to do anymore, pass by without detection. So alone, so invisible, so unsure of what to be. Green eyes stalk the night, seeking death.
Quistis finished her rounds of Garden although she didn't know why she bothered. If couples wanted to break curfew they'd do it regardless of whether she walked by or not.
The worst part was that her walk took her by Squall's room where squeals of pleasure stabbed into her skull like cold steel, the pain enflaming the rage.
Green eyes flare red looking down at bloodstained hands, not knowing from whence it came. In a daze rage slowly ebbs away leaving hollowness. Green eyes flare red, but everything inside is dead.
Quist washed her hands in the sink the water dyed scarlet red as the blood flowed from her covered hands. Quistis scrubbed the red fluid away in a numb state.
She remembered doing her usual round and heading back to her room, the next thing she knew she was shivering in rage and the aftermath of an adrenaline rush, her hands slick with blood and holding a bloodstained dagger.
She had thrown the dagger into the streams of the Training Centre in fear and fled to her room where she now tried hard to rid herself of these stains.
Green eyes pale to grey, reflecting your own. Only in dreams can I be with you. I know this is not reality for when I awake I'm alone and confused. Green eyes pale to grey, becoming one with you.
It was Rinoa that she'd killed, in her fugue state. She had no memory of the act and so far no one knew it was her, not even Squall.
Deep down inside she was happy and laughing but she was able to present an upset reaction to the world having become so good at hiding what she really felt.
However Squall's own misery was becoming hers since she could see although Rinoa had been a little slut to her, she had been everything to Squall.
Green eyes fade to black, jealous rage finally burning away. Darkness envelops them in the final dream. No more pain invades, no more hate drives. Green eyes fade to black, Death finally arrives.
No one could believe what she had done, even with her own confession. But it mattered no more since she was already dead, her life taken by her own hand. A form driven by jealousy now empty and forlorn.