Through the Ice.
Chapter 7: Remembrance..
I hardly remember anything, my anger had finally diminished. I couldn't understand anything anymore. I can't find where I am in life. I sighed letting my chocolate colored strands of hair fall over my eyes. Somehow I made it back to Balamb. Where was everyone? It was ghost like..No one was around. I remember slowly walking through the hall into my dorm. My barren walls.there was nothing on them..just the white was staring back at me..I was missing something. Physically or mentally I couldn't tell you that much. I sat on my satin white sheets. I tried to relax. I laid down after taking my shirt off and felt the warmth of the sheets as they covered my upper body. Their silky touch of one I knew...
"Quisty.." I whispered to myself. And with that thought I feel asleep. I hadn't slept in days, so I guess it finally caught up with me. I fell deep asleep...or so I can't note.as did I start to dream..
((flashback dream))
I came home from work. The evening had been dark, and I was sick of paperwork. I still worked for SeeD. Not doing as many missions, so I just got stuck behind a desk filled with paper work. Finally Cid saw my patience lowering to a minimum and finally gave me a couple of days to lay back and find sleep and get my sanity away from that damned room. I set my keys on the end table near the door. I remember sitting near the fireplace, its warmth entangled me as the flames licked the already burning wood. Seifer was to be home soon. I lived in Seifer's house, after the sorcerer's war he moved into a cabin not far from Timber. It was a long wait. But I was willing to stay.for him..Seifer came home about midnight. He looked dazed but I assumed that he was just tired. I had the next couple of days to spend with him, I was so happy with him, nothing could go wrong. I ran to him in an embrace but then I made a fatal mistake. With the notice of smelling the alcohol that intoxicated his aura, I had already kissed his lips and said 3 words that meant more than life itself. They changed my entire life from that point. He shoved me away, the brightness of his jade eyes were gone and his smile was not to be found. The air became weary and I starred into his eyes, that endless sea of jade. To that moment a sudden impact hit my face. I couldn't understand. I looked up at him once again. I was laying on the floor, I was scared too much to move away or know any better. I shivered. His stature was cold...I didn't know what to do. His voice raised as he said cruel words. How could I ever forget them? They still ring in my head these days; tormenting my being..I fear they never will find another place to rest. I winced in my sleep I felt it. Maybe if I closed my eyes tight, things would be ok. Never did I think that he would hurt me. But a lesson well taught it was.
He walked into the kitchen, and there I followed. Stupid. I was vulnerable. Only for my love of him..everything about him. No matter what, I would love him. But its funny how that changes when your most beloved turns into a stranger, and all you ever knew left you, and you had to run. That's what I had to. He had a knife..he kept swinging it around. I think he thought it was a game. For me..? It was survival. I remember running into the bathroom and shutting the door. No one was here to save me..nor could I hurt him. He always had the advantage...physically anyway. What the hell was going through his mind anyway? I had to get a phone. But that was in the bedroom. The knife came from the other side of the form piercing the lock. I ran. I shoved by him, I had to make it. I entered the bedroom, I don't think I've ever ran so fast in my life. He followed closely; I had to knock him down. I ran by him, he was drunk so my best chance was to confuse him. I was fit so I had good agility, faster and quicker than he ever was. He was physical strength. The knife skinned my shoulder. Pain shot through my arm and the blood lightly started to trickle down my arm. I winced but I made my move, I tripped him, running and leg sweeping him with a powerful thrust. He fell. Here's my chance.
I darted to the phone, see D's military police were faster than most ... I dialed and soon hung up the phone after giving them the information. My surroundings were dark and cold. The pain in my arm started to seize ... but I lost a lot of blood and the reason why the pain had stopped was either from shock or my arm had fallen numb. I looked around .. I couldn't find him. He was somewhere ... I tried not to panic. I felt something grab me from behind ... it was him. I fought back. I had to make it until they get here .. I had to hold out. He swung me on the bed, pinning me down, my front side facing the ceiling. He tried to shove the knife near my neck. I grabbed his hand. I felt the adrenaline rush as I held his head away with all my might. His weight slowly was cracking my lower rib. I felt it snap, as I winced the knife lunged and hit my collar bone and traveled downward to my sternum, deeply cutting it into my flesh. I felt the tears hit my eyes as I tried not to make a sound. I'm not weak. I found the strength to shove him off as the force batted through the door.
((end of dream))
I shot up, the cold sweat trickling down my already pale face. But I was warm ... Quistis? She was holding me, I sat upright into her arms. I help her back, I don't want this anymore. She caressed me lightly, her towel soft and filled with grief or sympathy. I parted regaining my posture, I was cold. Her warm arms and gentile hands touched my bare arms and back. I tried to relax...
"There you go, it's okay... you're okay... I'm here Squall..." she said as she ran her fingers through my hair
I hardly remember anything, my anger had finally diminished. I couldn't understand anything anymore. I can't find where I am in life. I sighed letting my chocolate colored strands of hair fall over my eyes. Somehow I made it back to Balamb. Where was everyone? It was ghost like..No one was around. I remember slowly walking through the hall into my dorm. My barren walls.there was nothing on them..just the white was staring back at me..I was missing something. Physically or mentally I couldn't tell you that much. I sat on my satin white sheets. I tried to relax. I laid down after taking my shirt off and felt the warmth of the sheets as they covered my upper body. Their silky touch of one I knew...
"Quisty.." I whispered to myself. And with that thought I feel asleep. I hadn't slept in days, so I guess it finally caught up with me. I fell deep asleep...or so I can't note.as did I start to dream..
((flashback dream))
I came home from work. The evening had been dark, and I was sick of paperwork. I still worked for SeeD. Not doing as many missions, so I just got stuck behind a desk filled with paper work. Finally Cid saw my patience lowering to a minimum and finally gave me a couple of days to lay back and find sleep and get my sanity away from that damned room. I set my keys on the end table near the door. I remember sitting near the fireplace, its warmth entangled me as the flames licked the already burning wood. Seifer was to be home soon. I lived in Seifer's house, after the sorcerer's war he moved into a cabin not far from Timber. It was a long wait. But I was willing to stay.for him..Seifer came home about midnight. He looked dazed but I assumed that he was just tired. I had the next couple of days to spend with him, I was so happy with him, nothing could go wrong. I ran to him in an embrace but then I made a fatal mistake. With the notice of smelling the alcohol that intoxicated his aura, I had already kissed his lips and said 3 words that meant more than life itself. They changed my entire life from that point. He shoved me away, the brightness of his jade eyes were gone and his smile was not to be found. The air became weary and I starred into his eyes, that endless sea of jade. To that moment a sudden impact hit my face. I couldn't understand. I looked up at him once again. I was laying on the floor, I was scared too much to move away or know any better. I shivered. His stature was cold...I didn't know what to do. His voice raised as he said cruel words. How could I ever forget them? They still ring in my head these days; tormenting my being..I fear they never will find another place to rest. I winced in my sleep I felt it. Maybe if I closed my eyes tight, things would be ok. Never did I think that he would hurt me. But a lesson well taught it was.
He walked into the kitchen, and there I followed. Stupid. I was vulnerable. Only for my love of him..everything about him. No matter what, I would love him. But its funny how that changes when your most beloved turns into a stranger, and all you ever knew left you, and you had to run. That's what I had to. He had a knife..he kept swinging it around. I think he thought it was a game. For me..? It was survival. I remember running into the bathroom and shutting the door. No one was here to save me..nor could I hurt him. He always had the advantage...physically anyway. What the hell was going through his mind anyway? I had to get a phone. But that was in the bedroom. The knife came from the other side of the form piercing the lock. I ran. I shoved by him, I had to make it. I entered the bedroom, I don't think I've ever ran so fast in my life. He followed closely; I had to knock him down. I ran by him, he was drunk so my best chance was to confuse him. I was fit so I had good agility, faster and quicker than he ever was. He was physical strength. The knife skinned my shoulder. Pain shot through my arm and the blood lightly started to trickle down my arm. I winced but I made my move, I tripped him, running and leg sweeping him with a powerful thrust. He fell. Here's my chance.
I darted to the phone, see D's military police were faster than most ... I dialed and soon hung up the phone after giving them the information. My surroundings were dark and cold. The pain in my arm started to seize ... but I lost a lot of blood and the reason why the pain had stopped was either from shock or my arm had fallen numb. I looked around .. I couldn't find him. He was somewhere ... I tried not to panic. I felt something grab me from behind ... it was him. I fought back. I had to make it until they get here .. I had to hold out. He swung me on the bed, pinning me down, my front side facing the ceiling. He tried to shove the knife near my neck. I grabbed his hand. I felt the adrenaline rush as I held his head away with all my might. His weight slowly was cracking my lower rib. I felt it snap, as I winced the knife lunged and hit my collar bone and traveled downward to my sternum, deeply cutting it into my flesh. I felt the tears hit my eyes as I tried not to make a sound. I'm not weak. I found the strength to shove him off as the force batted through the door.
((end of dream))
I shot up, the cold sweat trickling down my already pale face. But I was warm ... Quistis? She was holding me, I sat upright into her arms. I help her back, I don't want this anymore. She caressed me lightly, her towel soft and filled with grief or sympathy. I parted regaining my posture, I was cold. Her warm arms and gentile hands touched my bare arms and back. I tried to relax...
"There you go, it's okay... you're okay... I'm here Squall..." she said as she ran her fingers through my hair