Poem
This song is a poem to myself, And helps me to live. In case of fire, break the glass. And move on into your own.
Taproot, Poem.
Irvine sat in the corner of his metal walled cell. The dull metal plates seemed to absorb the sickly light that came from the fluorescent strips above. It had only been a few months in this hell but it had seemed like an eternity. In his large cell of solitary with only a bed to decorate, he had spent a lot of time walking off his rage and guilt, the voices in his head screaming out, tormenting him. He had lost his sense of time, being submerged in the desert meant he was never aware whether it was night or day so his body just slept when he was tired.
Luckily the guards were no longer Galbadian soldiers, although they could be very firm as well as fair. The place was no longer run by Galbadia but instead of being destroyed, other places like Dollet and Esthar knew the value of having a place to put those malcontents that couldn't fit in with society and so kept it running.
Irvine fingered his grey uniform, bare clothes with no form just functioned to cover his body. Irvine missed his cowboy outfit. But what he missed most was his friends and freedom. None of them had been to see him in all this time, not even Selphie. Had they abandoned him, forgot about him just like when they left the orphanage, or were they happily going on with their lives, he thought angrily.
He drummed his fingers irritably on the metal floor yearning for some sort of social contact with anyone even, and he shuddered at this thought, someone form C block. It must show how desperate he was if he would contemplate being around those murdering psychopaths but anything would be better than this solitary. The anger gave way to despair as Irvine stood up and started prowling the cell like the caged animal he was. His hair was lank and greasy now, no longer the shiny brown it used to be when he was able to wash it. He clenched his fists as he thought back to the incident that got him confined like this.
It had been a week or so after he was imprisoned and then he was still able to have some freedom. All prisoners were allowed out of the cell for an hours exercise and socialising during the day, although out really meant they were taken from their cells to a communal cell.
It seemed that it got round that he was as ex SeeD which made him a target for those who wanted to show their stuff. That led to him slamming one guy's head into the table whilst pinning his hand to the table with the home-made blade the guy tried to stick him with. There were a couple of other similar attacks pretty much ending the same, and so the guards decided to keep him confined to his cell from then on to save them the aggravation as well as keep the prisoners from getting self- inflicted injuries.
Irvine closed his eyes, laying in his bed, the broken springs poking into his back. He daydreamed of Exeter, his weapon and wished he could get his hands on it so he could find some release in that squeeze of a trigger and the explosion of gunpowder. He sighed sadly, his thoughts drifting as they always did, to his Selphie, although she was no longer his. He had given her up and watched her run into Xu's arms which gave him plenty of source material in the theatre inside his head.
It was strange that he was able to find erotic fulfilment in the idea of his ex-girlfriend and another woman but then strangely, jealousy wasn't really a problem. He was the one who ended it but not because he didn't love her rather he loved her too much. Still the idea of Selphie with another woman didn't bother him as much as her being with a guy would. Strike it up to weird guy biological mental processes.
Irvine's eyes opened as he heard a commotion outside his cell. A somewhat familiar voice was raised in argument while some faceless guard was arguing back. He got up off his bed, the springs creaking in protest, and put his ear to the door.
'You can't let him out. His sentence isn't over!' the guard yelled.
'I don't care. I want him out, we need him.' The familiar voice raged.
'The SeeD committee said he had to do three years minimum, no exceptions.' The guard replied.
Irvine jumped as something slammed against his door.
'I'm over-riding the committee, if they have a problem then they're more than welcome to come see me.' The voice growled. There was a soft gurgle.
'Good. So you'll let him out? Just nod.' The voice continued in a more normal voice, and there was a soft sound of fabric scraping the door as the voices faded away with a gasping of breath.
Irvine stepped away from the door as it slid open, the brighter light dazzling him as it flooded in. He saw the cowed figure of the guard and looked to the other figure as he walked into the doorway, his grey eyes flashing with anger at the state of Irvine. He stepped forward as Irvine blinked wondering if he was dreaming.
'It's time to come home.' Squall told him, holding out his cowboy hat to him.
This song is a poem to myself, And helps me to live. In case of fire, break the glass. And move on into your own.
Taproot, Poem.
Irvine sat in the corner of his metal walled cell. The dull metal plates seemed to absorb the sickly light that came from the fluorescent strips above. It had only been a few months in this hell but it had seemed like an eternity. In his large cell of solitary with only a bed to decorate, he had spent a lot of time walking off his rage and guilt, the voices in his head screaming out, tormenting him. He had lost his sense of time, being submerged in the desert meant he was never aware whether it was night or day so his body just slept when he was tired.
Luckily the guards were no longer Galbadian soldiers, although they could be very firm as well as fair. The place was no longer run by Galbadia but instead of being destroyed, other places like Dollet and Esthar knew the value of having a place to put those malcontents that couldn't fit in with society and so kept it running.
Irvine fingered his grey uniform, bare clothes with no form just functioned to cover his body. Irvine missed his cowboy outfit. But what he missed most was his friends and freedom. None of them had been to see him in all this time, not even Selphie. Had they abandoned him, forgot about him just like when they left the orphanage, or were they happily going on with their lives, he thought angrily.
He drummed his fingers irritably on the metal floor yearning for some sort of social contact with anyone even, and he shuddered at this thought, someone form C block. It must show how desperate he was if he would contemplate being around those murdering psychopaths but anything would be better than this solitary. The anger gave way to despair as Irvine stood up and started prowling the cell like the caged animal he was. His hair was lank and greasy now, no longer the shiny brown it used to be when he was able to wash it. He clenched his fists as he thought back to the incident that got him confined like this.
It had been a week or so after he was imprisoned and then he was still able to have some freedom. All prisoners were allowed out of the cell for an hours exercise and socialising during the day, although out really meant they were taken from their cells to a communal cell.
It seemed that it got round that he was as ex SeeD which made him a target for those who wanted to show their stuff. That led to him slamming one guy's head into the table whilst pinning his hand to the table with the home-made blade the guy tried to stick him with. There were a couple of other similar attacks pretty much ending the same, and so the guards decided to keep him confined to his cell from then on to save them the aggravation as well as keep the prisoners from getting self- inflicted injuries.
Irvine closed his eyes, laying in his bed, the broken springs poking into his back. He daydreamed of Exeter, his weapon and wished he could get his hands on it so he could find some release in that squeeze of a trigger and the explosion of gunpowder. He sighed sadly, his thoughts drifting as they always did, to his Selphie, although she was no longer his. He had given her up and watched her run into Xu's arms which gave him plenty of source material in the theatre inside his head.
It was strange that he was able to find erotic fulfilment in the idea of his ex-girlfriend and another woman but then strangely, jealousy wasn't really a problem. He was the one who ended it but not because he didn't love her rather he loved her too much. Still the idea of Selphie with another woman didn't bother him as much as her being with a guy would. Strike it up to weird guy biological mental processes.
Irvine's eyes opened as he heard a commotion outside his cell. A somewhat familiar voice was raised in argument while some faceless guard was arguing back. He got up off his bed, the springs creaking in protest, and put his ear to the door.
'You can't let him out. His sentence isn't over!' the guard yelled.
'I don't care. I want him out, we need him.' The familiar voice raged.
'The SeeD committee said he had to do three years minimum, no exceptions.' The guard replied.
Irvine jumped as something slammed against his door.
'I'm over-riding the committee, if they have a problem then they're more than welcome to come see me.' The voice growled. There was a soft gurgle.
'Good. So you'll let him out? Just nod.' The voice continued in a more normal voice, and there was a soft sound of fabric scraping the door as the voices faded away with a gasping of breath.
Irvine stepped away from the door as it slid open, the brighter light dazzling him as it flooded in. He saw the cowed figure of the guard and looked to the other figure as he walked into the doorway, his grey eyes flashing with anger at the state of Irvine. He stepped forward as Irvine blinked wondering if he was dreaming.
'It's time to come home.' Squall told him, holding out his cowboy hat to him.