Psychotic
By RenaLanford65
His walls closed in. He screamed, loud and long, but he was not heard. Something crawled deeply beneath his skin.
Lies, he realized. It's lies.
His sight shut down, his hearing disabled. He grabbed at his head angrily, not caring about the damage he caused to it. Fistfuls of blonde hair were in his hand, blood streaking down his twisted face.
Leave me alone! He felt gathered anger building up, but anger from what?
"Leave me ALONE!" It felt good to scream aloud.
Someone tapped on his shoulder. He flung his arm away, sending the invader of his space flying.
Then all of his other senses went away. He screamed again. And again, until his breath was no more.
A dark figure neared him, its arms held up as if it was about to attack.
"Go away! Get away from me!" He screamed.
They came into sight. Faces swirled into one, one single face of fear.
His father.
"Get away!" He yelled, but it was hopeless. His voice cracked and disappeared into the black that surrounded the boy and his father, who held his hand out
The young boy got so angry that he unleashed a flurry of attacks and punches on the man that used to care for him, who used to be a good father. However, the man continued to get up and smile at his son. So the boy cried out, closed his eyes, and kept swinging, instinctively hitting the man.
Suddenly his eyes opened, and he was in the parking lot of Balamb Garden. There were police cars and ambulances all around, and blood splashed all over the normally white walls. His eyes looked down, but he thought they were betraying him.
Ten police men surrounded him, shoving the shocked boy into a strait jacket. He only gaped at the sight that lie before him, a scene that would only have brought joy to and inhuman.
Author's note: Or my friend Scott! Sorry, I just had to put this in!
Squall was crumpled on the ground, his face mashed to unrecognizability. His hair was bloodied, covering some of his mangled face. His body was twisted in an uncomfortable position with his leg up near his head, the other wrapped around an arm.
The boy knew that position.
Zell had left his father that way.
Author's notes: Sorry if this was gruesome! I was listening to Linkin Park, and I was just mad and wrote this as a result. (Ah, the things you can do with anger…) Anyway, I hope you liked this, I had fun writing it! (Actually I didn't, but you get the point!)