Silent Screams
A/N: Wow.the reviews that are coming in are great so far! I forgot to mention this, but everyone already knows it. These characters belong to Squaresoft, just like the rest of the world. Except Seifer and Zell, they belong to me! See I have a full license agreement. I sold my body to Squaresoft executives and got Seifer and Zell in return. I wanted Squall too, but he's too moody. LoL!
Chapter Three
The footsteps echoed through the empty corridors. All personnel and guests were quickly evacuated as soon as word had hit his ears. He turned sharply to her room, staring in it. Two empty bottles lay on the ground. Detectives stated that they must have been drunk, seeing as none of the liquid was on the carpeting. Her dress was stained with liquor; that beautiful dress she wore on his graduating night was now ruined. He sighed and pulled the yellow police ribbon over his head.
He walked in, picking up her dress and placing it on top of the bed. He sighed and picked up a few articles of clothing, seeing a piece of paper fall out of one. He slowly picked it up, seeing a picture of him and her. Both hated cameras, so neither of them were smiling. He sighed softly, sitting down on the bed. "What the...?" he mumbled out as he felt something hard on his bottom. He pulled the covers away from the bed, pulling out a white book. He hummed softly, flipping the cover open, reading the contents slowly.
"Whatcha find, detective?" a chipper voice called out from behind him. He slowly turned around, still holding the book in his hands.
"Her diary, Selphie. What are you doing here?" he mumbled out in his monotonic voice.
She smiled and slid under the police line. "The FHP said that it might've been rape and murder. They found another person's fingerprints in the room and footprints, Squall, all throughout the room."
Squall narrowed his eyes softly. "You know, this isn't 'Quistis' Personal Suite.' A lot of people use this room."
She opened her mouth to state something, but only smiled. "Point taken. So, murder's off the list. What about slip and fall?"
"Doubt it. She may have been drunk off her ass but the balcony isn't busted in any way." Selphie nodded looking around the room. "Witnesses say anything yet?"
Selphie nodded. "One man said that she was saying something about talking to a wall." Squall brushed his hair back, staring at her diary. "Penny for your thoughts?"
"Whatever..."
Selphie pouted. "You know, just because Rinoa wants to leave and go liberate Timber, doesn't mean you have to be an ass."
"Again, I say whatever." She shook her head walking over to him and snatching the diary out of his hands. "Hey, that's evidence!"
She grinned. "Then we have to read it."
"That's her personal life, Selph," he mumbled out. "You, nor anyone, has any right to read it."
She grinned wickedly. "I'm just gonna read the last entry! It may help. She may have just run away." He sighed and nodded his head. She jumped up and down, turning to her last entry. Selphie cleared her throat and begun, "September 8, Morning: Today's my last day on vacation. I have to go back to doing nothing but being boring old SeeD. I miss being an Instructor. I'll never get the job back though, not with Rinoa all over Squall like that." Selphie's voice suddenly got darker. "September 8, Evening: I went out and bought a bottle of Jack Daniel's and a bottle of rum today. It burns my throat so much, but I don't care. Everything today reminded me of him. I have no reason to go back to Garden, not with her there."
"Selphie, stop reading," Squall demanded.
"Huh? There's still about half a page."
Squall shook his head, yanking the book out of her petite hands. "We have no right reading this. Despite the fact it could give us hard evidence where she's at."
"But,"
Squall growled out, "No."
Selphie pouted, looking Squall dead in the eyes. "She had feelings for you, didn't she?"
"Selphie. I didn't even know about it. I doubt anyone did," he sighed out. "It's not important anyway if she had feelings for me."
Selphie hung her head. "She committed suicide, didn't she?" Squall was silent. "Just, read the last sentence. It could explain it all."
Squall sighed, opening the book. Her handwriting was so delicate, so neat, and so perfect. "This is my last good bye. I'm ending it all now, with not a soul stopping me."
Suddenly, two cadet SeeDs darted up to the door, stopping and saluting the Commander. "Sir!"
"At ease," Squall mumbled out, hiding the book.
"We saw Quistis!" the first one yelled out.
Selphie threw her hands up in the sky, "She's not dead!"
"Where was she heading?" Squall asked.
"Towards the train station, sir! You won't believe whom she's with!" the second one called out.
Selphie was doing her happy dance. Squall pushed past her, looking dead in the eyes of the cadets. "Who?"
"Seifer Almasy! We're sure of it!"
"Dismissed." Squall placed the diary inside his jacket, as Selphie wasn't looking. "Selphie, go to the police station and tell them we've found her."
With the happiest tone Squall has ever heard, Selphie said. "Yes, sir!"
A/N: Wow.the reviews that are coming in are great so far! I forgot to mention this, but everyone already knows it. These characters belong to Squaresoft, just like the rest of the world. Except Seifer and Zell, they belong to me! See I have a full license agreement. I sold my body to Squaresoft executives and got Seifer and Zell in return. I wanted Squall too, but he's too moody. LoL!
Chapter Three
The footsteps echoed through the empty corridors. All personnel and guests were quickly evacuated as soon as word had hit his ears. He turned sharply to her room, staring in it. Two empty bottles lay on the ground. Detectives stated that they must have been drunk, seeing as none of the liquid was on the carpeting. Her dress was stained with liquor; that beautiful dress she wore on his graduating night was now ruined. He sighed and pulled the yellow police ribbon over his head.
He walked in, picking up her dress and placing it on top of the bed. He sighed and picked up a few articles of clothing, seeing a piece of paper fall out of one. He slowly picked it up, seeing a picture of him and her. Both hated cameras, so neither of them were smiling. He sighed softly, sitting down on the bed. "What the...?" he mumbled out as he felt something hard on his bottom. He pulled the covers away from the bed, pulling out a white book. He hummed softly, flipping the cover open, reading the contents slowly.
"Whatcha find, detective?" a chipper voice called out from behind him. He slowly turned around, still holding the book in his hands.
"Her diary, Selphie. What are you doing here?" he mumbled out in his monotonic voice.
She smiled and slid under the police line. "The FHP said that it might've been rape and murder. They found another person's fingerprints in the room and footprints, Squall, all throughout the room."
Squall narrowed his eyes softly. "You know, this isn't 'Quistis' Personal Suite.' A lot of people use this room."
She opened her mouth to state something, but only smiled. "Point taken. So, murder's off the list. What about slip and fall?"
"Doubt it. She may have been drunk off her ass but the balcony isn't busted in any way." Selphie nodded looking around the room. "Witnesses say anything yet?"
Selphie nodded. "One man said that she was saying something about talking to a wall." Squall brushed his hair back, staring at her diary. "Penny for your thoughts?"
"Whatever..."
Selphie pouted. "You know, just because Rinoa wants to leave and go liberate Timber, doesn't mean you have to be an ass."
"Again, I say whatever." She shook her head walking over to him and snatching the diary out of his hands. "Hey, that's evidence!"
She grinned. "Then we have to read it."
"That's her personal life, Selph," he mumbled out. "You, nor anyone, has any right to read it."
She grinned wickedly. "I'm just gonna read the last entry! It may help. She may have just run away." He sighed and nodded his head. She jumped up and down, turning to her last entry. Selphie cleared her throat and begun, "September 8, Morning: Today's my last day on vacation. I have to go back to doing nothing but being boring old SeeD. I miss being an Instructor. I'll never get the job back though, not with Rinoa all over Squall like that." Selphie's voice suddenly got darker. "September 8, Evening: I went out and bought a bottle of Jack Daniel's and a bottle of rum today. It burns my throat so much, but I don't care. Everything today reminded me of him. I have no reason to go back to Garden, not with her there."
"Selphie, stop reading," Squall demanded.
"Huh? There's still about half a page."
Squall shook his head, yanking the book out of her petite hands. "We have no right reading this. Despite the fact it could give us hard evidence where she's at."
"But,"
Squall growled out, "No."
Selphie pouted, looking Squall dead in the eyes. "She had feelings for you, didn't she?"
"Selphie. I didn't even know about it. I doubt anyone did," he sighed out. "It's not important anyway if she had feelings for me."
Selphie hung her head. "She committed suicide, didn't she?" Squall was silent. "Just, read the last sentence. It could explain it all."
Squall sighed, opening the book. Her handwriting was so delicate, so neat, and so perfect. "This is my last good bye. I'm ending it all now, with not a soul stopping me."
Suddenly, two cadet SeeDs darted up to the door, stopping and saluting the Commander. "Sir!"
"At ease," Squall mumbled out, hiding the book.
"We saw Quistis!" the first one yelled out.
Selphie threw her hands up in the sky, "She's not dead!"
"Where was she heading?" Squall asked.
"Towards the train station, sir! You won't believe whom she's with!" the second one called out.
Selphie was doing her happy dance. Squall pushed past her, looking dead in the eyes of the cadets. "Who?"
"Seifer Almasy! We're sure of it!"
"Dismissed." Squall placed the diary inside his jacket, as Selphie wasn't looking. "Selphie, go to the police station and tell them we've found her."
With the happiest tone Squall has ever heard, Selphie said. "Yes, sir!"