Chapter 3
Mysteries and Memories
The day had passed, quit quick thankfully. Zell had finally escaped from the crowded sitting room into the confines of the hallway to his room. Not paying attention he tripped on something. He caught himself and darted around to see what it was. 'A notebook. Goddamn it.' He picked it up, proceeding to open it in search of a name to whom it belonged.
These are deepest and inward-most thoughts. I don't know why I'm writing this. Really I don't. I don't even what to write it. But since brother gave it to me before he died, I'll write in it anyway. ..... so what am I supposed to write? I don't have any goals, don't have any secrets that I WANT to right down. I can remember them all safe in my head, thank you. Geez......
Breathing into darkness
Consumed by nothing right
where do we go from here
I wish someone had taken the time
To show me which way to go
I need a chance to run
A chance to run away
I need a place to hide
But no one will show me the way.
Take me away.
I want to find a place
where we wont leave a single trace
and no one will tell us how to live.
No one will tell us how to
live.
"Wow. Deep." Zell had read it all the way down the hall and into his bedroom. He flung himself into bed and grabbed his flashlight out of his back pack. And started reading the journal some more. Whoever this girl was, she was deep. Zell reread the poem. "Wow..." He turned off the flash light and drifted off to sleep. .:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:. 'Daddy?'
'Daddy... daddy what's wrong?'
'Zell.. Daddy's not feeling very good, we'll go fishing tomorrow. Ok?'
'No, it's not ok daddy...' .:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:. 'Whatcha doin' daddy?' 'Just doing the laundry' "Whatcha drinking?'
'Nothing, now go inside.'
'Can I have some?'
'No dammit I said go inside!'
'Daddy!' .:.:.:.;.:.:.;.:.;.
"Anybody seen Zell? He's never been this late for a meal?" Rinoa asked when they had all gathered for breakfast in the kitchen. There was a dining room but Laguna proclaimed it 'To fancy for food fights'.
"I wouldn't worry, he's also been known to sleep in."Selphie giggled.
"I just love hearing you laugh." Irvine swooned.
"Oh, Irvy." Selphie blushed, and began shoveling down her scrambled eggs. Zell walked into the kitchen, his hair gelled in the usual position, nothing about him out of place.. No one would suspect a thing. He hoped.
"So what's the plan for today?" He asked, grabbing a muffin and leaning on the island-counter. All eyes turned to him."What do I have something in my teeth?" He began to pisck at his teeth.
"Zell.... Your arm is bleeding." Squall stated. "What happened?"
Zell looked down at his upper left arm. There was no doubt. That was definetly blood coming out from under his shirt sleeve. "Oh, that?" he laughed "I fell off the bed when my alarm clock went off this morning; hit my arm on the night stand." He continued to laugh while grabbing napkins and pressing them under his sleeve. "So what's up for today?"
"Selph, Quistis, and I are checking out a couple museums then tonight hitting some clubs." Irvine replied. "Squall, Laguna and Rin are going out shopping."
"Rin's idea." Squall mumbled.
"You know you'll have fun!" Rinoa laughed. "We always do!"
"Ok," Zell bit his lip. "I guess I'll just hang out here for the day."
"You can come with us, you know, Zell." Quistis offered. "It's not like we weren't planning on inviting you." Zell shook his head.
"Naw, it's all good." Zell grinned, "I've got jet lag anyway. Killer tired. I'll probably head down to the gym a little later."
Mysteries and Memories
The day had passed, quit quick thankfully. Zell had finally escaped from the crowded sitting room into the confines of the hallway to his room. Not paying attention he tripped on something. He caught himself and darted around to see what it was. 'A notebook. Goddamn it.' He picked it up, proceeding to open it in search of a name to whom it belonged.
These are deepest and inward-most thoughts. I don't know why I'm writing this. Really I don't. I don't even what to write it. But since brother gave it to me before he died, I'll write in it anyway. ..... so what am I supposed to write? I don't have any goals, don't have any secrets that I WANT to right down. I can remember them all safe in my head, thank you. Geez......
Breathing into darkness
Consumed by nothing right
where do we go from here
I wish someone had taken the time
To show me which way to go
I need a chance to run
A chance to run away
I need a place to hide
But no one will show me the way.
Take me away.
I want to find a place
where we wont leave a single trace
and no one will tell us how to live.
No one will tell us how to
live.
"Wow. Deep." Zell had read it all the way down the hall and into his bedroom. He flung himself into bed and grabbed his flashlight out of his back pack. And started reading the journal some more. Whoever this girl was, she was deep. Zell reread the poem. "Wow..." He turned off the flash light and drifted off to sleep. .:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:. 'Daddy?'
'Daddy... daddy what's wrong?'
'Zell.. Daddy's not feeling very good, we'll go fishing tomorrow. Ok?'
'No, it's not ok daddy...' .:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:. 'Whatcha doin' daddy?' 'Just doing the laundry' "Whatcha drinking?'
'Nothing, now go inside.'
'Can I have some?'
'No dammit I said go inside!'
'Daddy!' .:.:.:.;.:.:.;.:.;.
"Anybody seen Zell? He's never been this late for a meal?" Rinoa asked when they had all gathered for breakfast in the kitchen. There was a dining room but Laguna proclaimed it 'To fancy for food fights'.
"I wouldn't worry, he's also been known to sleep in."Selphie giggled.
"I just love hearing you laugh." Irvine swooned.
"Oh, Irvy." Selphie blushed, and began shoveling down her scrambled eggs. Zell walked into the kitchen, his hair gelled in the usual position, nothing about him out of place.. No one would suspect a thing. He hoped.
"So what's the plan for today?" He asked, grabbing a muffin and leaning on the island-counter. All eyes turned to him."What do I have something in my teeth?" He began to pisck at his teeth.
"Zell.... Your arm is bleeding." Squall stated. "What happened?"
Zell looked down at his upper left arm. There was no doubt. That was definetly blood coming out from under his shirt sleeve. "Oh, that?" he laughed "I fell off the bed when my alarm clock went off this morning; hit my arm on the night stand." He continued to laugh while grabbing napkins and pressing them under his sleeve. "So what's up for today?"
"Selph, Quistis, and I are checking out a couple museums then tonight hitting some clubs." Irvine replied. "Squall, Laguna and Rin are going out shopping."
"Rin's idea." Squall mumbled.
"You know you'll have fun!" Rinoa laughed. "We always do!"
"Ok," Zell bit his lip. "I guess I'll just hang out here for the day."
"You can come with us, you know, Zell." Quistis offered. "It's not like we weren't planning on inviting you." Zell shook his head.
"Naw, it's all good." Zell grinned, "I've got jet lag anyway. Killer tired. I'll probably head down to the gym a little later."