These aren't my characters. They belong to Sqauresoft! Oh, there's a bit of the cell in here too. I hate J-ho, but that movie was damn rockin!! Not much here about that though- this is just a story surrounding our favorite baddy from ff7 and an original cast of cool ass characters! They belong to moi! I hope you guys read it! Please no flames! But I do welcome critiques and reviews of all sorts!!
In My Cell.
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A little boy with silver locks was curled up in a ball. He was floating around in a green mist of never ending sadness. He was in pain and he was naked. He didn't know where he was but his soul was dying. That much he knew.
Why?
Why did this have to happen to him? Wasn't he a good boy? He always did what they asked him to do, didn't he?
Then why? Why was he being punished?
He only did what he thought was right. He did what mother and the men in the white coats wanted him to. But now he was alone.
They abandoned him. They left him, deserted him to his fate.
His heart ached to be touched and held by his mother. Everyday he waited and called out to her.
Mother!!
But she never came. She never comes.
Have I been a bad boy? Was I not deserving of her love? I must have done something bad to make her go away. She hates me. I'm a bad son.
The tears rolled down his cheeks and threatened to consume the little child. He had always been taught that boys don't cry. And he never did. But now, it seemed like the only thing left to do.
There was nothing left for him. Nobody wanted him and nobody cared. He was broken, lost and forgotten. And now he was alone.
So alone.
He sighed and waited there in the darkness hoping, praying that maybe someday, someone would come and save him. And then maybe he wouldn't be by himself anymore.
Hope. That is what we call hope. It was times like these that the little boy learned the power of prayers, wishes, dreams and hopes. It can help you survive the darkest most vile of places even when you can't see the light.
We will succeed and the goodness that is thought to have left us, will come back, and that we will once again be happy, alive and free.
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