This is a very short beginning but it's more of a prologue. I hope to continue this in the near future but don't expect anything until I finish up Soulless Existence, or at least get close to done with that story. So enjoy the prologue. I don't own Final Fantasy VII.
"Cloud, dinner is ready!"
Cloud stirred from his restless sleep and pushed himself off of his bed and into a sitting position. Was he still in this house? Yes. His dream to never wake up had yet to come true. He slipped on his shoes and opened his bedroom door, shuffling down the stairs and running a hand through his blond spikes. The dining room was bright from the chandelier above the perfect chestnut table with lace plate mats and polished silver wear and china plates.
His mother sat at one end of the table, his father at the other, his little sister on the left hand side and his empty seat on the right. He took it quickly and his hands were abruptly grabbed by his mother and father. He closed his eyes and put his head down as a prayer began to reach his ears from his mother, it was her turn that day, and tried to ignore the words that came from her lips, squeezing his eyes shut. It passed eventually and he let the word 'amen' pass through his lips almost silently.
He never spoke at dinner, unless spoken too. He never had anything to say to his parents and he liked it that way. Cloud knew that if he spoke, things would spin out of control because everything he thought was wrong, wrong to them at least. So that's why he kept his mouth dutifully shut except for when answering the simple questions like what he did in school and what his homework was.
As soon as the uncomfortable dinner passed, he fled to his room, leaving Namine, his sister, to take care of the dishes. This was how every day passed, every night. A perfect looking family getting ready for the day, going to work or school, coming home, eating a nice meal together. It was all pristine and carefully orchestrated lies that masked the truth from prying eyes. Sometimes, even those in the lie could pretend that the truth didn't exist but sometimes...sometimes it felt wrong.