(Disclaimer: Heh, everyone's telling me that I still lack in detail oO' I'll try and add more detail as best as I can, but when I end up adding too much, people get bored and confused, so I try to be more to the point, but I will take a shot at adding more details o.o..thanks for the reviews! Send more please.)
Riding Into Esthar
There was darkness. Selphie opened her eyes to a cabin similar to the one on the Timber train. She looked around. She lied on the soft padding of the couch. She sat up. She had such a headache. She noticed her arm. It was wrapped in another layer of cloth, this piece of cloth becoming as saturated as the last.
She remembered fainting, seeing the floor, then darkness. She remembered seeing Zell's expression, his concern. Where was he, anyways? She looked around for him, or at least for Irvine. Had they left her behind?
She stood from the couch, and nearly lost her balance. She hadn't gained her grounding and wasn't used to standing up just yet, nor was she used to the lights beaming over her eyes. It dazed her a bit. She crossed to the other side of the room. She felt a brief stop of the train, then it continued. The train must have still been in motion, so they couldn't have left her behind, but then another thought occured to her: What if the train was taking her back to Timber instead of to Esthar?
She tried opening the door. It was locked. They must have locked it, afraid she would be up and around, and she would fall faint again. She felt as though her strength was depleting by the second. She had to quit worrying so much. She needed rest, but her mind was rushing. How far were they from Esthar? A few miles, or many, if she was being returned to Timber?
She was staggering again. She figured the bleeding would stop soon. She wasn't sure why she felt so weak, whether it had been from losing blood or the fact that she hated seeing it, and it made her woozy. Her vision felt clouded. She couldn't see. Her eyes wouldn't adjust to the lighting.
She lied back onto the couch, and heard the familiar "swoosh" of the cabin door opening. She tried to see who entered.
"You feeling better?" She recognized Zell's voice. He came closer to her, and she began to see more detail of him easier.
"I still feel really dizzy," she confessed. He sat down beside her. She didn't have to struggle to see his face anymore. He noticed the second dressing of bandage was saturated with blood as well, and he ripped another strip from his shirt. He wrapped it firmly around the two absorbed bandages.
She smiled. "Thanks, Zell." There was a brief silence, and then "How far are we from Esthar?"
"Only about ten minutes away," he told her, then returned the smile. "I was afraid something was really wrong. You haven't lost as much blood as Irvine and I thought you lost."
She remembered on the previous train what happened. "Say, Zell, since I've been asleep, have you and Irvine..fought again?"
He scratched his head. "Well, we almost did. I felt like this whole thing was his fault, and then remembered that you risked your life trying to push ME out of the way, so then I got angry at myself. I think Irvine felt angry at himself, too, because he put the gun to his head. I told him to stop, and he almost pulled the trigger..but then he stopped, and dropped it on the ground."
Selphie was beginning to get really scared of these incidents. "Zell, why were you so mad at him earlier?"
He felt shivers up his spine, remembering what happened. "I'm not sure. I was angry at myself, and then it was as if he experienced the same thing as me. I felt envy for him, at first, and then I was so sad, then I felt everything was hopeless. It was like the anger before, the anger I had with myself when I couldn't tell you--" He stopped short. Her eyes were fixed on him, and he remembered that he hadn't told Selphie how he felt about her yet.
Her eyes were filled with curiousity. "Tell me what?"
Zell shook his head. "What we need to find out is what's causing us to turn on each other like this."
Selphie wasn't convinced. "Tell me WHAT, Zell?"
He continued to ignore her, and she tugged on his shirt collar, but pulled him too far. Pulled him on top of her. Their faces were within an inch of each other. The train came to a screeching halt, and their noses touched.
Zell sat up quickly, and turned the other way. Selphie faced the opposite of him. Each felt their faces, and they were burning warm and red. Zell stood up, and walked out of the cabin before Selphie got a chance to turn back to him. She left the cabin as well, her face still flushed. The three of them left the train, right into the heart of Esthar.
(Someone doesn't want me to finish this series. I swear it! The computer I mostly use to write on is slow and old and dying, and the other two and practially brand new and they somehow got a virus! This just hasn't been my day Oo')
Riding Into Esthar
There was darkness. Selphie opened her eyes to a cabin similar to the one on the Timber train. She looked around. She lied on the soft padding of the couch. She sat up. She had such a headache. She noticed her arm. It was wrapped in another layer of cloth, this piece of cloth becoming as saturated as the last.
She remembered fainting, seeing the floor, then darkness. She remembered seeing Zell's expression, his concern. Where was he, anyways? She looked around for him, or at least for Irvine. Had they left her behind?
She stood from the couch, and nearly lost her balance. She hadn't gained her grounding and wasn't used to standing up just yet, nor was she used to the lights beaming over her eyes. It dazed her a bit. She crossed to the other side of the room. She felt a brief stop of the train, then it continued. The train must have still been in motion, so they couldn't have left her behind, but then another thought occured to her: What if the train was taking her back to Timber instead of to Esthar?
She tried opening the door. It was locked. They must have locked it, afraid she would be up and around, and she would fall faint again. She felt as though her strength was depleting by the second. She had to quit worrying so much. She needed rest, but her mind was rushing. How far were they from Esthar? A few miles, or many, if she was being returned to Timber?
She was staggering again. She figured the bleeding would stop soon. She wasn't sure why she felt so weak, whether it had been from losing blood or the fact that she hated seeing it, and it made her woozy. Her vision felt clouded. She couldn't see. Her eyes wouldn't adjust to the lighting.
She lied back onto the couch, and heard the familiar "swoosh" of the cabin door opening. She tried to see who entered.
"You feeling better?" She recognized Zell's voice. He came closer to her, and she began to see more detail of him easier.
"I still feel really dizzy," she confessed. He sat down beside her. She didn't have to struggle to see his face anymore. He noticed the second dressing of bandage was saturated with blood as well, and he ripped another strip from his shirt. He wrapped it firmly around the two absorbed bandages.
She smiled. "Thanks, Zell." There was a brief silence, and then "How far are we from Esthar?"
"Only about ten minutes away," he told her, then returned the smile. "I was afraid something was really wrong. You haven't lost as much blood as Irvine and I thought you lost."
She remembered on the previous train what happened. "Say, Zell, since I've been asleep, have you and Irvine..fought again?"
He scratched his head. "Well, we almost did. I felt like this whole thing was his fault, and then remembered that you risked your life trying to push ME out of the way, so then I got angry at myself. I think Irvine felt angry at himself, too, because he put the gun to his head. I told him to stop, and he almost pulled the trigger..but then he stopped, and dropped it on the ground."
Selphie was beginning to get really scared of these incidents. "Zell, why were you so mad at him earlier?"
He felt shivers up his spine, remembering what happened. "I'm not sure. I was angry at myself, and then it was as if he experienced the same thing as me. I felt envy for him, at first, and then I was so sad, then I felt everything was hopeless. It was like the anger before, the anger I had with myself when I couldn't tell you--" He stopped short. Her eyes were fixed on him, and he remembered that he hadn't told Selphie how he felt about her yet.
Her eyes were filled with curiousity. "Tell me what?"
Zell shook his head. "What we need to find out is what's causing us to turn on each other like this."
Selphie wasn't convinced. "Tell me WHAT, Zell?"
He continued to ignore her, and she tugged on his shirt collar, but pulled him too far. Pulled him on top of her. Their faces were within an inch of each other. The train came to a screeching halt, and their noses touched.
Zell sat up quickly, and turned the other way. Selphie faced the opposite of him. Each felt their faces, and they were burning warm and red. Zell stood up, and walked out of the cabin before Selphie got a chance to turn back to him. She left the cabin as well, her face still flushed. The three of them left the train, right into the heart of Esthar.
(Someone doesn't want me to finish this series. I swear it! The computer I mostly use to write on is slow and old and dying, and the other two and practially brand new and they somehow got a virus! This just hasn't been my day Oo')