"You almost killed Tifa," Sephiroth smirked, leaning against the sidewall.
"I...I didn't mean to," I confessed, sitting down on the bed suddenly feeling very depressed.
"Yes you did. You wanted her dead. Why?" Sephiroth asked.
"I don't know. Everything was too perfect. SHE was too perfect. And I had the power to end the perfection. Why was she so perfect? Why couldn't I have been perfect? She wasn't for me..." I sighed, laying back on the bed.
"You loved her," Sephiroth walked over to me, his boots clicking against the tiled floor.
"Loved her? I did love her. She was my everything. But what was I to do? My emotions repelled eachother, an undying conflict arose. I had the power to end that conflict... I wanted to end it," I looked over at him as he stood above me, then walked back over to the wall.
"You wanted to end the conflicting feelings within you by killing her. If she was dead, then any contrasting feelings you had would be dead also, right?" he raised an eyebrow and tilted his lips into a smile.
"I had the power to kill her. I had the power to end her life. I had the power to make myself miserable by killing the woman I love, to make or break my life. I wanted to mar her perfection, to put a flaw on a clean slate, to twist her beautiful face to match my twisted heart," I whispered to Sephiroth.
"But then what stopped you from ending her life?" Sephiroth questioned, walking back over to me.
"The moment was amazing. I felt such power. Her blood was so innocent smeared all over her face and hands, a scar left by my love for her. I didn't want to kill her, no. I just wanted to make her mine. She was too perfect for my horrible self. If she was horrible also, then everything would work out..." I turned over onto my side, bringing my knees to my chest.
"You didn't want to kill her? But you tried, didn't you? Just like you tried to kill Aeris. Just like you tried to kill me," Sephiroth laughed.
"But I did kill you," I reminded him. His laughter stopped.
"And I killed Aeris. So?" He smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"I didn't try to kill Aeris anyways..." I pouted, lying on my stomach with my face in the pillow.
"Yes you did. You wanted her dead too. You wanted to ruin your own life, you DID ruin your own life. I'm disgusted I ever spent time with you in the first place," he countered, standing back up, pacing the room.
"Why don't you just shut the hell up? Leave me alone. You're dead anyway...I killed you," I mumbled, irritated by his presence now.
"But I live on in your mind, right? Imprinted onto your very soul. I've left my mark and now you carry my burden," he replied, pacing more.
"What the hell are you talking about! All I hear is noise!!" I shouted at him, fury growing. I grasped my head, the static becoming louder and louder.
"You can hear my words clearly, don't kid yourself," He laughed.
"Get away from me! I don't need you to bother me constantly!" I yelled, knocking over the nightstand next to me. It clattered to the ground. I kicked it across the floor, hitting him in the shin.
"Now you've made me angry, puppet!" he scowled, walking over to me.
I shrank back in fear, stumbling over the bed, landing on my back. "Get away from me!!" I screamed up at him. His eyes glowered down at me.
"Get away! Don't come near me! You're not real!" I yelled defiantly as he grabbed me by the collar, lifting me up, throwing me against the wall.
I fell to the floor and picked up the fallen nightstand, throwing it towards him with all my strength. It smashed into a thousand pieces against the wall. But he wasn't there! I scanned the room rapidly.
"Sephiroth!" I called, paranoia rising.
Suddenly, he was behind me, laughing maniacally, shoving me back. I fell to the floor my anger pelting through me. I heard a sound. My eyes darted to the turning doorknob as several people rushed into the room, everything was light and blurry, Sephiroth's laughter ringing in my ears.
"Is everything ok?" One man yelled out to me.
"Get away!" I shouted to Sephiroth, who stood behind the man. "Get away, Sephiroth!" I picked up a broken chunk of the nightstand and threw it with all my might at the man, aiming to hit Sephiroth.
"Whoa! What the hell?" The man motioned something to the others once the splintered wood cut into his shoulder, leaving him bleeding lightly.
I fought against the strong hands of the newcomers as they wrestled me into a straightjacket refusing to listen to my screams of protest. "Sephiroth!" I screamed with anger, struggling to get near him so I could punch him in the face, but the men held me back, tying the straightjacket tight.
"Who's Sephiroth?" One man remarked.
"Probably some hallucination," another responded.
But Sephiroth was right there! He stood against the wall, shaking his head, looking at me.
I found that I was sitting in a chair that I could not get out of. But it was comforting somehow. I began to relax, my anger cooling.
"You ok?" one man asked me.
"What happened?" another asked the first man.
"He's having a hallucination of some sort. We'll need someone to monitor him. He'll calm down in a little bit," the first man responded jabbing a needle into my arm.
I was calming down, feeling secure and safe against Sephiroth now. It was relaxing, my heart rate was beginning to slow and my breathing was becoming more steady.
"Ok, I'll stay with him," one guy said and I heard the others leave.
"It's alright now. Whatever it is you see isn't real," he told me.
But Sephiroth was still there, sitting in the far corner, not saying anything, just glaring at me with his cold green eyes.
I was much calmer now than I was before. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see Sephiroth's figure in the shadows. He's just imaginary...I sighed, thinking hard, trying to make him go away.
I dozed off a little, not wanting to open my eyes ever again. I sat for a few hours, my own heartbeat comforting me.
But then I heard the door open. How long had it been? An hour? Two? I snapped open my eyes, seeing the guard get up to talk to the new man.
"Strife has a visitor," he whispered to the guard, nodding over at me.
From the corner, I saw Sephiroth smile.
"I...I didn't mean to," I confessed, sitting down on the bed suddenly feeling very depressed.
"Yes you did. You wanted her dead. Why?" Sephiroth asked.
"I don't know. Everything was too perfect. SHE was too perfect. And I had the power to end the perfection. Why was she so perfect? Why couldn't I have been perfect? She wasn't for me..." I sighed, laying back on the bed.
"You loved her," Sephiroth walked over to me, his boots clicking against the tiled floor.
"Loved her? I did love her. She was my everything. But what was I to do? My emotions repelled eachother, an undying conflict arose. I had the power to end that conflict... I wanted to end it," I looked over at him as he stood above me, then walked back over to the wall.
"You wanted to end the conflicting feelings within you by killing her. If she was dead, then any contrasting feelings you had would be dead also, right?" he raised an eyebrow and tilted his lips into a smile.
"I had the power to kill her. I had the power to end her life. I had the power to make myself miserable by killing the woman I love, to make or break my life. I wanted to mar her perfection, to put a flaw on a clean slate, to twist her beautiful face to match my twisted heart," I whispered to Sephiroth.
"But then what stopped you from ending her life?" Sephiroth questioned, walking back over to me.
"The moment was amazing. I felt such power. Her blood was so innocent smeared all over her face and hands, a scar left by my love for her. I didn't want to kill her, no. I just wanted to make her mine. She was too perfect for my horrible self. If she was horrible also, then everything would work out..." I turned over onto my side, bringing my knees to my chest.
"You didn't want to kill her? But you tried, didn't you? Just like you tried to kill Aeris. Just like you tried to kill me," Sephiroth laughed.
"But I did kill you," I reminded him. His laughter stopped.
"And I killed Aeris. So?" He smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"I didn't try to kill Aeris anyways..." I pouted, lying on my stomach with my face in the pillow.
"Yes you did. You wanted her dead too. You wanted to ruin your own life, you DID ruin your own life. I'm disgusted I ever spent time with you in the first place," he countered, standing back up, pacing the room.
"Why don't you just shut the hell up? Leave me alone. You're dead anyway...I killed you," I mumbled, irritated by his presence now.
"But I live on in your mind, right? Imprinted onto your very soul. I've left my mark and now you carry my burden," he replied, pacing more.
"What the hell are you talking about! All I hear is noise!!" I shouted at him, fury growing. I grasped my head, the static becoming louder and louder.
"You can hear my words clearly, don't kid yourself," He laughed.
"Get away from me! I don't need you to bother me constantly!" I yelled, knocking over the nightstand next to me. It clattered to the ground. I kicked it across the floor, hitting him in the shin.
"Now you've made me angry, puppet!" he scowled, walking over to me.
I shrank back in fear, stumbling over the bed, landing on my back. "Get away from me!!" I screamed up at him. His eyes glowered down at me.
"Get away! Don't come near me! You're not real!" I yelled defiantly as he grabbed me by the collar, lifting me up, throwing me against the wall.
I fell to the floor and picked up the fallen nightstand, throwing it towards him with all my strength. It smashed into a thousand pieces against the wall. But he wasn't there! I scanned the room rapidly.
"Sephiroth!" I called, paranoia rising.
Suddenly, he was behind me, laughing maniacally, shoving me back. I fell to the floor my anger pelting through me. I heard a sound. My eyes darted to the turning doorknob as several people rushed into the room, everything was light and blurry, Sephiroth's laughter ringing in my ears.
"Is everything ok?" One man yelled out to me.
"Get away!" I shouted to Sephiroth, who stood behind the man. "Get away, Sephiroth!" I picked up a broken chunk of the nightstand and threw it with all my might at the man, aiming to hit Sephiroth.
"Whoa! What the hell?" The man motioned something to the others once the splintered wood cut into his shoulder, leaving him bleeding lightly.
I fought against the strong hands of the newcomers as they wrestled me into a straightjacket refusing to listen to my screams of protest. "Sephiroth!" I screamed with anger, struggling to get near him so I could punch him in the face, but the men held me back, tying the straightjacket tight.
"Who's Sephiroth?" One man remarked.
"Probably some hallucination," another responded.
But Sephiroth was right there! He stood against the wall, shaking his head, looking at me.
I found that I was sitting in a chair that I could not get out of. But it was comforting somehow. I began to relax, my anger cooling.
"You ok?" one man asked me.
"What happened?" another asked the first man.
"He's having a hallucination of some sort. We'll need someone to monitor him. He'll calm down in a little bit," the first man responded jabbing a needle into my arm.
I was calming down, feeling secure and safe against Sephiroth now. It was relaxing, my heart rate was beginning to slow and my breathing was becoming more steady.
"Ok, I'll stay with him," one guy said and I heard the others leave.
"It's alright now. Whatever it is you see isn't real," he told me.
But Sephiroth was still there, sitting in the far corner, not saying anything, just glaring at me with his cold green eyes.
I was much calmer now than I was before. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see Sephiroth's figure in the shadows. He's just imaginary...I sighed, thinking hard, trying to make him go away.
I dozed off a little, not wanting to open my eyes ever again. I sat for a few hours, my own heartbeat comforting me.
But then I heard the door open. How long had it been? An hour? Two? I snapped open my eyes, seeing the guard get up to talk to the new man.
"Strife has a visitor," he whispered to the guard, nodding over at me.
From the corner, I saw Sephiroth smile.