Crocodile tears, that's what you cried
When I wanted to leave your side
And you said, "hey baby, look at me
Don't you have no sympathy?"
Well, I should have known better, I could have been free
But I walked too close and you nearly swallowed me
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I did this all for you Squall.
My love for you.
You killed her Squall.
In cold blood.
You hung her.
Bastard.
Murderer!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Can you see there's love behind these
Cold hearted eyes
Even though it's hard for me
A clown never cries
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There was a knock at the door.
Squall stirred noiselessly. Forcing his eyelids up, he grunted and slid out of the bed.
'It better not be Zell.'
The knocking became faster and more persistent.
'That's strange. Why isn't he saying anything?'
Squall didn't really care if the person knew he was still there. He didn't feel like talking to anybody right now.
He flopped down on the couch. He had become accustomed to sitting here, and just thinking. It was a nice place to do so too, he sunk into the soft leather. The banging on his door didn't stop. He rolled his eyes and reached for the remote control.
'I'm not home.' he thought, amused.
Suddenly the knocking ceased.
Squall's ears perked up but he couldn't hear anything. If it was Zell he would have probably been yelling, or jumping around. Squall ignored it and flipped on the television.
The first channel was static.
'Maybe there's a problem with the cable line.' He thought, this channel was always working.
He flipped through the channels. None of them worked so far. He sighed and gave up, and flipped off the tv. A shrill screeching noise emitted from the system. He growled, now fully annoyed and confused, and turned the tv back on. The noise stopped.
The noise stopped but the screen was flashing flourescant colours. His eyes began to sting so he turned to video and muted the system. It didn't seem to do stop the screeching, but it helped with the static.
'What the hell?'
Now Squall could hear shallow breathing.
"Who's there?" he asked, exasperated.
"Open the door." A scratchy voice commanded from the other side of the door.
The voice automatically sent chills down Squall's spine.
"Who is it?" Squall slowly stood and walked towards the door.
There was no answer. Squall kept moving towards the door.
"Who the fuck are you?"
"You don't recognize me?" It whimpered; a fake, mocking sorrow in its voice.
Squall was just angry now, all other emotions discontinued registering.
He slammed his fist against the door. He received no recognition that the voice was still there, yet again.
'This is some sick fucking joke.' He growled, and reached for the door handle.
"Murderer." The quiet voice, almost a whisper, rung in his ears.
He stopped. He began to shiver with fear.
'Fear?'
'I'm afraid.'
'I'm afraid to face my problems. To face what I've done. It's my fault.'
'I committed...I caused...I loved her...If not only as a sister...It's...'
'Murder.'
'Wait. What is this?'
'Fear?'
'This is just a joke.'
'Someone playing a sick joke.'
'They don't understand.'
"Doubtful?" Every syllable that came from the person...from the creature's mouth...made the gut-wrenching feeling in the pit of Squall's stomache worse. "It's not as if you haven't done it before."
'It's right.'
'You murder...people...every day.'
'You? So now I'm talking in a second person?'
'I...'
'I'm the one that doesn't understand.'
'The voice...'
'Shutup.'
"Shutup!" Squall exploded.
"Fool." An evil yet innocent cackle filled the room.
Squall couldn't stand it. He covered his ears desperately. He sunk to his knees in a hope to block out the noise.
"Stop!" He yelled, almost screamed.
"Open the door!" The voice demanded, over the unbearable laughter.
'Make it stop.'
Squall, his hands still cupped over his ears, forced himself to his feet. He stumbled over the loose garments of clothing strewn over the floor. He managed the courage to grab the handle with one of his hands.
SIlence.
'...'
"Rinoa?"
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Author's Note:
*bumbumbum!*
Eek! Another short-as-hell chapter.
Plz tell me if you thought that was slightly creepy. Because that's what I was going for. Of course, it was supposed to be angsty too...
By the way the beginning paragraph was said by Zell.
Isn't Rinoa dead? ^o^ How strange
Find out on the next episode of:
"Paralysed"
Same FF time
Same FF channel
*bum bum bum!*
(R&R)!
When I wanted to leave your side
And you said, "hey baby, look at me
Don't you have no sympathy?"
Well, I should have known better, I could have been free
But I walked too close and you nearly swallowed me
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I did this all for you Squall.
My love for you.
You killed her Squall.
In cold blood.
You hung her.
Bastard.
Murderer!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Can you see there's love behind these
Cold hearted eyes
Even though it's hard for me
A clown never cries
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There was a knock at the door.
Squall stirred noiselessly. Forcing his eyelids up, he grunted and slid out of the bed.
'It better not be Zell.'
The knocking became faster and more persistent.
'That's strange. Why isn't he saying anything?'
Squall didn't really care if the person knew he was still there. He didn't feel like talking to anybody right now.
He flopped down on the couch. He had become accustomed to sitting here, and just thinking. It was a nice place to do so too, he sunk into the soft leather. The banging on his door didn't stop. He rolled his eyes and reached for the remote control.
'I'm not home.' he thought, amused.
Suddenly the knocking ceased.
Squall's ears perked up but he couldn't hear anything. If it was Zell he would have probably been yelling, or jumping around. Squall ignored it and flipped on the television.
The first channel was static.
'Maybe there's a problem with the cable line.' He thought, this channel was always working.
He flipped through the channels. None of them worked so far. He sighed and gave up, and flipped off the tv. A shrill screeching noise emitted from the system. He growled, now fully annoyed and confused, and turned the tv back on. The noise stopped.
The noise stopped but the screen was flashing flourescant colours. His eyes began to sting so he turned to video and muted the system. It didn't seem to do stop the screeching, but it helped with the static.
'What the hell?'
Now Squall could hear shallow breathing.
"Who's there?" he asked, exasperated.
"Open the door." A scratchy voice commanded from the other side of the door.
The voice automatically sent chills down Squall's spine.
"Who is it?" Squall slowly stood and walked towards the door.
There was no answer. Squall kept moving towards the door.
"Who the fuck are you?"
"You don't recognize me?" It whimpered; a fake, mocking sorrow in its voice.
Squall was just angry now, all other emotions discontinued registering.
He slammed his fist against the door. He received no recognition that the voice was still there, yet again.
'This is some sick fucking joke.' He growled, and reached for the door handle.
"Murderer." The quiet voice, almost a whisper, rung in his ears.
He stopped. He began to shiver with fear.
'Fear?'
'I'm afraid.'
'I'm afraid to face my problems. To face what I've done. It's my fault.'
'I committed...I caused...I loved her...If not only as a sister...It's...'
'Murder.'
'Wait. What is this?'
'Fear?'
'This is just a joke.'
'Someone playing a sick joke.'
'They don't understand.'
"Doubtful?" Every syllable that came from the person...from the creature's mouth...made the gut-wrenching feeling in the pit of Squall's stomache worse. "It's not as if you haven't done it before."
'It's right.'
'You murder...people...every day.'
'You? So now I'm talking in a second person?'
'I...'
'I'm the one that doesn't understand.'
'The voice...'
'Shutup.'
"Shutup!" Squall exploded.
"Fool." An evil yet innocent cackle filled the room.
Squall couldn't stand it. He covered his ears desperately. He sunk to his knees in a hope to block out the noise.
"Stop!" He yelled, almost screamed.
"Open the door!" The voice demanded, over the unbearable laughter.
'Make it stop.'
Squall, his hands still cupped over his ears, forced himself to his feet. He stumbled over the loose garments of clothing strewn over the floor. He managed the courage to grab the handle with one of his hands.
SIlence.
'...'
"Rinoa?"
-------------------------------------------------
Author's Note:
*bumbumbum!*
Eek! Another short-as-hell chapter.
Plz tell me if you thought that was slightly creepy. Because that's what I was going for. Of course, it was supposed to be angsty too...
By the way the beginning paragraph was said by Zell.
Isn't Rinoa dead? ^o^ How strange
Find out on the next episode of:
"Paralysed"
Same FF time
Same FF channel
*bum bum bum!*
(R&R)!