At long last Iris is redone. And I do like how this is going. For those who read the first version of this story, I hope you like this one better. If not, I am terribly sorry for changing it. :(
I hope you enjoy this story as much as I do.
"Where is it? Where? Where is it? It should be here! I am sure I left it here! I kept it in this drawer...but it isn't! It isn't here! It isn't! WHERE IS IT?" I move about the infinite amount of artifacts that I keep in this goddamned and old drawer. "IT SHOULD BE HERE!" In my desperation, I pull out the entire wooden cabinet and throw everything upon my undone bed. Between papers and pencils, toys and whatnot, I look for the box. I couldn't have lost it. Not now. I fought too much to obtain it. I worked too much to get it. I worked hard just to gain the money that could pay for it. Day and night, I worked my fucking back off in a job that doesn't pay shit. And all for what? To loose it just when I had it in my hands. No! No! It must be here! It has to be! "Please! Please! Please! Be here! Please!" My shivering hands move about the objects before me, looking exasperatedly for the box. The shadows in my room start to broaden and get closer to me. Cold sweat rolls down my forehead and temples; my breathing shortens and quickens more and more. "Please! Please!" The silence starts to choke me, for it is a sepulchral silence, from the grave. A silence so profound that little by little it corrupts the most valiant and brave spirit and turns the cat into a measly mouse. My eyes glance around me, while my hands keep on searching for the box. The shadows aren't that far now, they'll be upon me in no time; their cold tentacles look for my warm skin as they slither in the walls, as they pour from the windows, as they drag themselves through the floor. They look for me with their black and dark claws. My hands tremble even more. "Please." I pray to God for him to hear me. My eyes land on the shadows and a small and almost inaudible whimper escapes my quivering lips. The cold sweat reaches down till my neck, my hair bristles and my whole body is shuddering nonstop. The dense silence is only interrupted by a few whimpers and gasps that escape my lips as the shadows finally reach me. I feel them coil around my legs, their cold-freezing members grazing my skin while they move upwards. "Please." I beg, my voice cuts. "Please. Please. Please." My fingers turn clumsy and things began to get free from my grasp. "Please. Please. Please." The shadows reach my waist. The air around me turns heavy and my lungs have difficulty to get in precious oxygen. My heart beats rapidly, yet the blood...feels dense, as if it doesn't move whatsoever among my veins, clogged. My skin turns cold. The shadows start to touch around my chest, their cold touch caressing my sternum and pectorals. My hands and eyes hunting frenetically for the box. "Please." I stutter letting a few fear-filled tears pour. "It has to be here. It has to be here. Please. It has to be." I sob. The shadows looming over me now. My fingers graze something that make my heart skip with joy and I sigh relieved. The box! It is the box! "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." At last. At long last I hold it in my hands. The shadows slowly make their decent upon my head. Quickly, I open the box. The shadows threaten to swallow me whole. There, perfectly well kept lies my salvation. I take two and gulp them down without even bothering with the pain they caused as I swallow them dry. I breathe peacefully. In a few minutes the shadows will be no more.
"Amanda Bryan."
"Here."
"Gertrude Summers."
"Present."
"Zack Friar."
"Present president."
"Julia Price."
"Here."
"Johan Silver."
"Here."
"Aerith Gainsborough."
"Here."
"George Kain."
"Here."
"Cloud Strife."
"Present."
"Malon Cross."
"Here."
"Duvian Layers."
"Sep."
"Link Hanlon." Silence. The teacher looks around with her sharp brown eyes upon the lack of response. The keen gaze rested on her students, asking without words if someone knew about their classmates absence. She looked down at her notebook and there, on Link's name row, she placed the absence mark on what seemed to be a week's worth of consecutive absences. "Well...let's retake it from yesterday." She said and placed the book down along with her pencil. "As we were saying, integrals are..." The sound of papers and pencils scratching along notebooks resounded on the classroom.