Disclaimer- Yeah, don't own anything but the idea~
Squall walked in the door of his dorm, threw his gunblade onto the floor, peeled off his leather jacket and sprawled across his bed. His back cracked and rested after hours fighting in the training center. Sweat glistened on his face and was making him crave a cold shower.
Squall sat up and looked at the window across the small room. He got up and dragged himself to the window overlooking the quad. He spotted Zell and Quistis talking to Rinoa on a bench near the fountain. Squall saw Selphie and Irvine holding holds and walking in the garden. He also saw the disciplinary committee off by themselves, sneering at people passing them by, and the occasional Fujin kicking Rajin in the shins.
All of this got Squall thinking. Why isn't he out there? Sure, he comes off as cold and distant, but he thought he had friends here. Yeah, Zell came by sometimes, but it was rare. When Zell did come by, Squall was too depressed to handle any human contact.
Once Squall thought of this, he started second guessing himself and his friends. Each time he looked out his window, and saw his friends, he grew angrier. Angry it himself, at his friends, at the world. Why were they treating him like this? Locked up. A prisoner in his dorm. Left to think up things in his head.
Squall grew distant. More distant then he already was. Nobody bothered to talk to him anymore. He became an outcast. Anti-social. A loser. A freak. Practically spending all his time in the training center, letting out his frustration on the monsters.
Squall's inner demons were suddenly getting the better of him. He would lock himself in his room and blast heavy metal music on his stereo. The other students wondered where the music was coming from, because they didn't think Squall was a heavy metal kind of guy.
Squall was depressed. He had let his imagination get the best of him. Every time he tried to convince himself it wasn't true, in the back of his head, the voices disagreed with him. They said he was worthless. His friends only used him to get to safety. Squall was set on that the voices were right. Now what was he suppose to do?
A/N- Hey, this is my second fanfic. I took the idea of being paranoid about your friends and everything from my personal experience. Well, read and respond! [ I promise I'll get working again on my yaoi Seifer/Squall soon! ]
Squall walked in the door of his dorm, threw his gunblade onto the floor, peeled off his leather jacket and sprawled across his bed. His back cracked and rested after hours fighting in the training center. Sweat glistened on his face and was making him crave a cold shower.
Squall sat up and looked at the window across the small room. He got up and dragged himself to the window overlooking the quad. He spotted Zell and Quistis talking to Rinoa on a bench near the fountain. Squall saw Selphie and Irvine holding holds and walking in the garden. He also saw the disciplinary committee off by themselves, sneering at people passing them by, and the occasional Fujin kicking Rajin in the shins.
All of this got Squall thinking. Why isn't he out there? Sure, he comes off as cold and distant, but he thought he had friends here. Yeah, Zell came by sometimes, but it was rare. When Zell did come by, Squall was too depressed to handle any human contact.
Once Squall thought of this, he started second guessing himself and his friends. Each time he looked out his window, and saw his friends, he grew angrier. Angry it himself, at his friends, at the world. Why were they treating him like this? Locked up. A prisoner in his dorm. Left to think up things in his head.
Squall grew distant. More distant then he already was. Nobody bothered to talk to him anymore. He became an outcast. Anti-social. A loser. A freak. Practically spending all his time in the training center, letting out his frustration on the monsters.
Squall's inner demons were suddenly getting the better of him. He would lock himself in his room and blast heavy metal music on his stereo. The other students wondered where the music was coming from, because they didn't think Squall was a heavy metal kind of guy.
Squall was depressed. He had let his imagination get the best of him. Every time he tried to convince himself it wasn't true, in the back of his head, the voices disagreed with him. They said he was worthless. His friends only used him to get to safety. Squall was set on that the voices were right. Now what was he suppose to do?
A/N- Hey, this is my second fanfic. I took the idea of being paranoid about your friends and everything from my personal experience. Well, read and respond! [ I promise I'll get working again on my yaoi Seifer/Squall soon! ]