Silent Screams
A/N: I am so evil...Square owns all!
Chapter Eight
Shards of glass floated around her. They twirled all around her; she saw her eyes in every single glass shard. Beyond those glass shards was nothingness. Was this death? Was this heaven? Was her heaven seeing into her own eyes, seeing all the lies and masks she put up? She placed her hands over her face as she began to spin, the glass shards still beckoning her eyes. "Stop it!" she called out. This madness was driving her insane. The spinning never ceased. The eyes soon turned into faces; laughing faces lashed out against her. "Stop it! I said stop it!"
It stopped. The laughing, the movement, her own eyes staring at her all stopped. Everything stopped. She was at peace in a world full of glass and nothingness. She looked into one of the shards, staring at her beaten reflection. 'Quistis...'
She looked around. "Who's there?"
'Quistis...it's time...'
"Who's there? Who is this? Stop it!" Quistis held her ears, staring all around herself.
'It's time for you to fulfill your destiny...'
"Stop it!"
Through the shards, she saw a person. A shadowed person started to walk towards her. 'Quistis, you must kill her...'
"Kill who? Who are you!"
'In time, you shall tell...'
"Stop this nonsense! Stop it!"
A laugh echoed in the distance. 'When the light is blocked by the dark, the ray of death shall start. When the ray of death is done, it will be destroyed by the one. The one will cry, and you shall cover the lie. Time will freeze and then the end will be.'
"Stop!"
She quickly sat up, sweat beading down her face. She lifted her hand, only to scream in agonizing pain. She heard footsteps echo down the hall and she soon saw Squall, a nurse, and Seifer standing in the doorway. "She's awake!" the nurse called out.
"Wha...where am I?" Quistis asked out. She raised her other hand to her head, wiping off the beads of sweat.
Squall walked past the two, grasping onto her hand. "Quistis, you don't remember a thing?"
"Last thing I remember was gasping onto your hands," she said. She thought to herself, 'And you saying you loved me...'
Seifer walked over to her other side, brushing away her hair. "You had a bit of a nasty fall, Quisty," Seifer whispered out. "And your stomach is all cut up."
She looked down at her feet, realizing she was in a hospital. "How long have I been out?"
Squall sighed, pulling his hand away from her. "About two days..."
Quistis nodded, still staring at her feet. "What...exactly happened?" Both Seifer and Squall were quiet. "Are you going to tell me?"
Seifer sighed. "You fell. Simple as that. After you slipped out of Squall's hands, we rushed down there to find Rinoa trying to heal you."
'You must kill her...'
"What was that?" Quistis asked.
Both Seifer and Squall looked at each other. "No one said anything." Quistis looked around, staring at the empty doorway now.
"I guess I must be hearing things..." Seifer shrugged softly, leaning against the wall now. He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, followed by a match striking and hitting the end.
"Seifer, you can't smoke in a hospital!" Squall moaned out. Quistis looked at both of the guys. 'They must've dealt with each other for two days straight.'
Seifer once again shrugged. "Like it matters Puberty boy..."
Squall grasped his temples, "Would you stop calling me that, Lapdog?"
Seifer chucked the half-smoked cigarette out the window, pushed himself off the wall, and walked over to where Squall was standing. "What did you just call me, Pubic hair?"
"Lapdog, you fucking piece of shit." With those words, Seifer leapt on top of Squall, punching him hard in the face. Quistis sat up further, trying to stop the two from fighting. Seeing that she couldn't move, she decided to do the best thing she could; she screamed.
The two stopped fighting, staring up at Quistis. She took a deep breath and with her unbroken hand, flicked her hair back. "If you two ever," again a breath and her tone became more threatening, "ever fight in front of me again, I swear you two will not live to tell about it."
Seifer pushed Squall down to the ground, standing slowly up. He looked at Quistis, softly glaring at her. 'She always fucking does this...,' he thought to himself. "I'm out of here. Quis, I'll be back later..."
With one quick motion, Seifer turned away from the two SeeDs and walked out the door into the empty hallway. Quistis sighed softly, her head bent down now. The pain didn't phase her anymore. "Quistis...can we talk?"
She looked at Squall, who was sitting comfortably on a chair. She knew what he was going to say. She knew exactly what he was going to say. "Sure..."
"We were all worried about you." She nodded. "Thought you died, or something." Again, she nodded. "You know...thought someone murdered you or..."
"Squall, just ask me already! Ask me why I tried to commit suicide!" Squall sat there, staring deep at her.
"That's your business."
"You were pushing for it...," she mumbled out.
"I honestly don't want to know, Quistis. I'm sure Selphie and the rest of them are gonna want to know, but personally, I believe that's your business." It was silent then. Pure silence hung in the already thick air. "I'm sorry," Squall finally said.
"For what?"
Squall stood up, turning his back on Quistis. "I...kinda read your diary..."
Quistis' eyes went wide. "You did what!" she screamed out. Squall turned back to Quistis, shaking his head and raising his hands.
"No! Not all of it! Just the last page, Quistis, I swear! It was Selphie's idea!"
"I can't believe you!"
"Hey, I can't believe you tried to kill yourself over me!"
Quistis glared at him. "Not just over you!"
Again, silence hung in the air. "I said I was sorry," Squall muttered out. He turned to look at Quistis, only to get smacked in the face with a pillow. "Hey!"
"Your lucky I can't get out of this bed!" She laid back down, only to be uncomfortable without her pillow. "Can I have my pillow back please?"
Squall looked at the pillow. "Oh, this pillow?" Quistis glared. "If you want it, why'd ya throw it at me?" Again, she gave him a death glare. "Fine...don't let me have any fun just when I'm opening myself up to you."
Quistis smiled softly at Squall. Squall walked over to her, placing the pillow behind her head. He bent down close to her face. "...What?" she asked.
"I really am sorry." He kissed her gently on the forehead. He sat back down on the chair, crossing his legs.
Quistis sighed softly. "You know, you don't have to be sorry." He was silent. "I should've told you that I..." Now they were both silent.
A/N: I am so evil...Square owns all!
Chapter Eight
Shards of glass floated around her. They twirled all around her; she saw her eyes in every single glass shard. Beyond those glass shards was nothingness. Was this death? Was this heaven? Was her heaven seeing into her own eyes, seeing all the lies and masks she put up? She placed her hands over her face as she began to spin, the glass shards still beckoning her eyes. "Stop it!" she called out. This madness was driving her insane. The spinning never ceased. The eyes soon turned into faces; laughing faces lashed out against her. "Stop it! I said stop it!"
It stopped. The laughing, the movement, her own eyes staring at her all stopped. Everything stopped. She was at peace in a world full of glass and nothingness. She looked into one of the shards, staring at her beaten reflection. 'Quistis...'
She looked around. "Who's there?"
'Quistis...it's time...'
"Who's there? Who is this? Stop it!" Quistis held her ears, staring all around herself.
'It's time for you to fulfill your destiny...'
"Stop it!"
Through the shards, she saw a person. A shadowed person started to walk towards her. 'Quistis, you must kill her...'
"Kill who? Who are you!"
'In time, you shall tell...'
"Stop this nonsense! Stop it!"
A laugh echoed in the distance. 'When the light is blocked by the dark, the ray of death shall start. When the ray of death is done, it will be destroyed by the one. The one will cry, and you shall cover the lie. Time will freeze and then the end will be.'
"Stop!"
She quickly sat up, sweat beading down her face. She lifted her hand, only to scream in agonizing pain. She heard footsteps echo down the hall and she soon saw Squall, a nurse, and Seifer standing in the doorway. "She's awake!" the nurse called out.
"Wha...where am I?" Quistis asked out. She raised her other hand to her head, wiping off the beads of sweat.
Squall walked past the two, grasping onto her hand. "Quistis, you don't remember a thing?"
"Last thing I remember was gasping onto your hands," she said. She thought to herself, 'And you saying you loved me...'
Seifer walked over to her other side, brushing away her hair. "You had a bit of a nasty fall, Quisty," Seifer whispered out. "And your stomach is all cut up."
She looked down at her feet, realizing she was in a hospital. "How long have I been out?"
Squall sighed, pulling his hand away from her. "About two days..."
Quistis nodded, still staring at her feet. "What...exactly happened?" Both Seifer and Squall were quiet. "Are you going to tell me?"
Seifer sighed. "You fell. Simple as that. After you slipped out of Squall's hands, we rushed down there to find Rinoa trying to heal you."
'You must kill her...'
"What was that?" Quistis asked.
Both Seifer and Squall looked at each other. "No one said anything." Quistis looked around, staring at the empty doorway now.
"I guess I must be hearing things..." Seifer shrugged softly, leaning against the wall now. He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, followed by a match striking and hitting the end.
"Seifer, you can't smoke in a hospital!" Squall moaned out. Quistis looked at both of the guys. 'They must've dealt with each other for two days straight.'
Seifer once again shrugged. "Like it matters Puberty boy..."
Squall grasped his temples, "Would you stop calling me that, Lapdog?"
Seifer chucked the half-smoked cigarette out the window, pushed himself off the wall, and walked over to where Squall was standing. "What did you just call me, Pubic hair?"
"Lapdog, you fucking piece of shit." With those words, Seifer leapt on top of Squall, punching him hard in the face. Quistis sat up further, trying to stop the two from fighting. Seeing that she couldn't move, she decided to do the best thing she could; she screamed.
The two stopped fighting, staring up at Quistis. She took a deep breath and with her unbroken hand, flicked her hair back. "If you two ever," again a breath and her tone became more threatening, "ever fight in front of me again, I swear you two will not live to tell about it."
Seifer pushed Squall down to the ground, standing slowly up. He looked at Quistis, softly glaring at her. 'She always fucking does this...,' he thought to himself. "I'm out of here. Quis, I'll be back later..."
With one quick motion, Seifer turned away from the two SeeDs and walked out the door into the empty hallway. Quistis sighed softly, her head bent down now. The pain didn't phase her anymore. "Quistis...can we talk?"
She looked at Squall, who was sitting comfortably on a chair. She knew what he was going to say. She knew exactly what he was going to say. "Sure..."
"We were all worried about you." She nodded. "Thought you died, or something." Again, she nodded. "You know...thought someone murdered you or..."
"Squall, just ask me already! Ask me why I tried to commit suicide!" Squall sat there, staring deep at her.
"That's your business."
"You were pushing for it...," she mumbled out.
"I honestly don't want to know, Quistis. I'm sure Selphie and the rest of them are gonna want to know, but personally, I believe that's your business." It was silent then. Pure silence hung in the already thick air. "I'm sorry," Squall finally said.
"For what?"
Squall stood up, turning his back on Quistis. "I...kinda read your diary..."
Quistis' eyes went wide. "You did what!" she screamed out. Squall turned back to Quistis, shaking his head and raising his hands.
"No! Not all of it! Just the last page, Quistis, I swear! It was Selphie's idea!"
"I can't believe you!"
"Hey, I can't believe you tried to kill yourself over me!"
Quistis glared at him. "Not just over you!"
Again, silence hung in the air. "I said I was sorry," Squall muttered out. He turned to look at Quistis, only to get smacked in the face with a pillow. "Hey!"
"Your lucky I can't get out of this bed!" She laid back down, only to be uncomfortable without her pillow. "Can I have my pillow back please?"
Squall looked at the pillow. "Oh, this pillow?" Quistis glared. "If you want it, why'd ya throw it at me?" Again, she gave him a death glare. "Fine...don't let me have any fun just when I'm opening myself up to you."
Quistis smiled softly at Squall. Squall walked over to her, placing the pillow behind her head. He bent down close to her face. "...What?" she asked.
"I really am sorry." He kissed her gently on the forehead. He sat back down on the chair, crossing his legs.
Quistis sighed softly. "You know, you don't have to be sorry." He was silent. "I should've told you that I..." Now they were both silent.