This is a rewrite of my first fanfic After The Storm Has Passed. Basically, it's better and revised. It's made Karena more human, made Zell more like Zell, got rid of spelling errors, etc. Hopefully this will get more reviews than the first one... Hopefully....
Disclaimer:
I do not own any of the characters or places, I do own Karena and a few "original" characters. I do own this story and take full credit for "The Storm" Mwahahahahahahahaha. As the first chapter was written when the power went and I was writing by candlelight.
I bet most of you are thinking, what is she on about now? I thought this was going to be interesting. Well, you have to wait to find out what is happening. It all begins with me, home alone, practicing for a play.
The play was an adaptation of Final Fantasy VIII, as my drama tutor was mad on the series. She'd written songs and a huge script. The play was so long that it's in four parts! I was Quistis, but I don't really look like she does in the game. I have long red hair, and I hasten to add that anyone who says "ginger" is uneducated and prejudiced. I don't wear glasses and there's no way that anyone's going to pair me up with a guy like Squall.
Yet, as Quistis I had to sing Julia's Song, Eyes On Me. The girl who had been picked to play Julia could play the piano very well, but sang like a cat. So it was written in that I would sing the song.
So, here I am, sitting in the middle of my bedroom, memorizing lines, imagining the applause. My mom went out about half an hour ago, shopping for shoes. My dad was at work, he wouldn't be home for hours. I used this time to practice because the house was quiet. My brother was at a friends, where I hoped they'd decide to adopt him.
I looked down at the song I was to sing and inwardly groaned. How could I ever sound like Fei Wong? It was impossible. But still, I had to try. So I read through the music a few times and tried to sing the song.
Whenever sang my songs
On the stage on my own
Whenever said my words
Wishing they would be heard
I saw you smiling at me
Was it real or just my fantasy?
You'd always be there in the corner
Of this tiny, little bar
My last night here for you
Same old songs, just once more
My last night here with you
Maybe yes, maybe no?
I kind of liked it your way
How you shyly placed your eyes on me
Did you ever know?
That I had mine--- On you
Darling so there you are
With that look on your face
As if you're never hurt
As if you're never down
Shall I be the one for you?
Who pinches you softly but sure?
If frown is not shown, then I will know that you are no dreamer
I closed my eyes and thought about the people I loved as I sang. Crushes who I'd looked at from across the classroom to find them staring at me. About my mom and dad, when they sat in the lounge late at night, how they secretly look over at each other when they think I'm not looking. I thought about all the ways I could relate to the song. And when I opened my eyes...
"I don't remember turning that on..." I whispered. My TV was on, showing a scene from Final Fantasy VIII, it was the field full of flowers. Above it was a cloud, it looked dark and menacing. I went to turn my TV off, but the standby light was on. I looked at the plugs to find them lying on the floor next to the socket.
I leaned forward and I felt a warm breeze on my face. The scent of the flowers. "What the hell is going on?" I asked aloud. I put my hand on the screen, but it passed through. I felt the flowers brush against my skin. I picked one and brought my hand back through. The flower became real.
"Weird..." I threw the flower onto my book. I wondered what I should do. Suddenly a feather, Rinoa's feather, fell from the top of the screen to the bottom. It was then blown out by some wind and it landed on the carpet. I bent over and blew it, it didn't move.
I knew I should put it back in the TV set then phone the electrical repair man and get him to sort this out. I picked up the feather and felt my insides turn into ice. My head began to spin. I couldn't breath, I couldn't see. I screamed, but I couldn't hear myself. I couldn't feel a thing. I thought I was going to die.
The last scene I saw in this world was the picture of Eminem on my wall. Perhaps not the most comforting of things....