1 FF7 Fiction
CHAPTER 1
Dania woke up in immense pain; her head swam as she tried to regain her full vision, which had blacked out around the edges from a pounding headache. The room spun around before her eyes when she sat up; it was all a haze of colours. Her mouth was parched, and she suddenly felt a bout of nausea smack her hard in the stomach. "Ohhh…. Agh…" She moaned when she tried to slide out of bed.
Suddenly, her whole body came to a halt, even the sickness in her stomach paused. She looked around the room, and to her horror, the walls were white, but her bedroom walls were robin's egg blue. This wasn't her room. This wasn't her house, she also observed as she did not recognize the furniture, nor the way the room was arranged. Dania turned back towards the bed she had just crawled out of and realized the man laying there was not her boyfriend either.
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" She hissed, forgetting her nausea and her major hangover.
She stumbled around the room looking for her clothes, and was just about to bolt when she heard a stirring coming from the bed. "Who the hell are you!" The spiky haired blonde shouted.
"Not anyone of consequence, and since I don't know who you are either, I'll be leaving, let's just keep it at that." Dania hopped on one foot as she shoved her shoe on the other.
"B-but…"
Dania didn't let him finish, and she took that opportunity to get the hell out of there. When she got onto the street, there was nothing on it of significance. Turning back to the man's apartment building, she tried to look for a sign of his presence, and to her relief, there was no sign of him.
She waved down a taxi, and told the driver her address. "You no look so good." The driver responded.
"Just drive for chrissakes!" She snapped.
She did look exceptionally horrible though, and applauded him for his honesty. Her hair was in a disheveled state, her mascara streaked around her eyes, her lipstick faded around her mouth, but the worst thing of all was her neck was covered in bluish black marks, which I'm sure one could guess what they were. She mumbled a profanity under her breath and didn't think the "caterpillar rash" excuse would cut it this time. For one thing, it was the middle of a snowy winter, and for another, who in their right mind would believe a stupid excuse like that?
Dania got home, which was surprisingly closer to where she was than she thought. "You need rest now." The chunky cabby told her as he reached to take her money.
She just nodded; glad to be at her own familiar apartment.
Dania collapsed on the couch as soon as she got into her humble abode. The answering machine beeped, alerting her of new messages, and she went over to listen to them after a relaxing hour's nap.
First message, "Hey, Dania. I guess I missed you last night, baby. Call me." Her boyfriend.
Second, "Dania, OMG! Did you really do what I think you did? I hope Vincent doesn't find out! He'd be really pissed for one thing. Anyways, call me! Tell me all about your night!" Her bone-headed friend, Lauren called, trying to get some gossip, no doubt,
"Yeah, sure 'd tell you about my night, if I could remember what the hell happened." Dania said to herself.
Finally, the third, and last, message, "Oh, um…Hi. This is Cloud. You forgot your purse here. 555-7354."
Dania nearly threw up when she heard that final one, it had to be the guy she woke up to this morning. "How could I be so stupid?" She chided herself.
Picking up the receiver with shaky hands, she dialed the number hesitantly.
"Hello?" A voice said on the other end, but to her disbelief, it wasn't Cloud's voice. It was a female.
CHAPTER 1
Dania woke up in immense pain; her head swam as she tried to regain her full vision, which had blacked out around the edges from a pounding headache. The room spun around before her eyes when she sat up; it was all a haze of colours. Her mouth was parched, and she suddenly felt a bout of nausea smack her hard in the stomach. "Ohhh…. Agh…" She moaned when she tried to slide out of bed.
Suddenly, her whole body came to a halt, even the sickness in her stomach paused. She looked around the room, and to her horror, the walls were white, but her bedroom walls were robin's egg blue. This wasn't her room. This wasn't her house, she also observed as she did not recognize the furniture, nor the way the room was arranged. Dania turned back towards the bed she had just crawled out of and realized the man laying there was not her boyfriend either.
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" She hissed, forgetting her nausea and her major hangover.
She stumbled around the room looking for her clothes, and was just about to bolt when she heard a stirring coming from the bed. "Who the hell are you!" The spiky haired blonde shouted.
"Not anyone of consequence, and since I don't know who you are either, I'll be leaving, let's just keep it at that." Dania hopped on one foot as she shoved her shoe on the other.
"B-but…"
Dania didn't let him finish, and she took that opportunity to get the hell out of there. When she got onto the street, there was nothing on it of significance. Turning back to the man's apartment building, she tried to look for a sign of his presence, and to her relief, there was no sign of him.
She waved down a taxi, and told the driver her address. "You no look so good." The driver responded.
"Just drive for chrissakes!" She snapped.
She did look exceptionally horrible though, and applauded him for his honesty. Her hair was in a disheveled state, her mascara streaked around her eyes, her lipstick faded around her mouth, but the worst thing of all was her neck was covered in bluish black marks, which I'm sure one could guess what they were. She mumbled a profanity under her breath and didn't think the "caterpillar rash" excuse would cut it this time. For one thing, it was the middle of a snowy winter, and for another, who in their right mind would believe a stupid excuse like that?
Dania got home, which was surprisingly closer to where she was than she thought. "You need rest now." The chunky cabby told her as he reached to take her money.
She just nodded; glad to be at her own familiar apartment.
Dania collapsed on the couch as soon as she got into her humble abode. The answering machine beeped, alerting her of new messages, and she went over to listen to them after a relaxing hour's nap.
First message, "Hey, Dania. I guess I missed you last night, baby. Call me." Her boyfriend.
Second, "Dania, OMG! Did you really do what I think you did? I hope Vincent doesn't find out! He'd be really pissed for one thing. Anyways, call me! Tell me all about your night!" Her bone-headed friend, Lauren called, trying to get some gossip, no doubt,
"Yeah, sure 'd tell you about my night, if I could remember what the hell happened." Dania said to herself.
Finally, the third, and last, message, "Oh, um…Hi. This is Cloud. You forgot your purse here. 555-7354."
Dania nearly threw up when she heard that final one, it had to be the guy she woke up to this morning. "How could I be so stupid?" She chided herself.
Picking up the receiver with shaky hands, she dialed the number hesitantly.
"Hello?" A voice said on the other end, but to her disbelief, it wasn't Cloud's voice. It was a female.