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An empty feeling in the pit of her stomach, begged to be filled.
'I need to eat...'
Quistis sat upright and clutched her stomach.
Like a blade stabbing into her, the pain was excruciating.
"June...June..." she moaned.
June hurriedly entered the living room with a small porcelain tea cup.
Quistis grabbed it from her, like a child who hadn't learned their manners.
She drank fast, hoping to make the pain end. The boiling hot tea spilled from the sides, wetting her.
Quistis gazed at the China cup with a twinkle in her azure eyes.
'The pain...the pain....' Her mind griped.
Quistis, in an instant crushed the cup with her hands.
It shattered and the pieces scattered all over her bare legs.
Blood.
June shrieked like a frightened little girl.
The dark, cherry colored liquid dripped from her palms.
Her stomach growled and turned, she was so hungry....so thirsty.
Watching the blood made her viciously thirsty, the lust to drink.
She became parched as a fiery feeling burned in her lungs.
Quistis's lips unlocked and a pink tongue depart her mouth.
It found its way, down, upon her bloody palms. June clasped her hands over her mouth as she gasped.
She was like a beast, viciously sucking upon her hands.
Quistis had a strong desire...
A special craving...
She had a lust for blood.
That afternoon, June did not interact with Quistis.
She was terrified of her patient.
After what June witnessed...
She started to dread that Quistis was emerging into the state of a mentally- troubled person.
June analyzed Quistis place her bandaged-wrapped hand against the window paine and peer outside.
'She's been there 4 hours....' June fret.
'Maybe knowing about Edea's death really messed her up....' She thought.
Or perhaps....
Just perhaps....
There was something else going on with Quistis......
"Quistis?" June disturbed the chain of silence.
Quistis, for once in 4 hours, spoke, "What...do you want?" she whispered sickly.
June bit down on her lip, "Umm, wouldn't you like to watch some of the TV. or maybe some of your classical music?"
Quistis sighed heavily, "I don't care..." she raised her voice.
June chose to turn on the TV.
{Delling City News}
((Breaking news)) ...He has escaped from the Desert Prison and could arme with a weapon! Lock your doors and call if you spot or hear him.
Remember, his name is Seifer Almasy! He is wanted for associating with the Sorceress Ultimecia and murder! REMEMBER S-e-i-f-e-r A-l-m-a-s-y! Report him at this number: 1-800-EscapeeReport!
June shut off the TV. as she observed Quistis take her attention away from the outside.
"Nothing, but crap." June she informed her patient.
"Did he say...Seifer Almasy?" Quistis inquired.
June nodded promptly.
Quistis rubbed her temples and collapsed onto the couch.
"I think I'll sleep here tonight June."
June glanced at the clock.
"I know it's only 6:00 June, but...why don't you go out with that depressed guy? I'm sure he'll love to be with you now. Enjoy yourself tonight. You know, party or something."
Quistis strived to make June go without being impolite.
She wanted to have the apartment to herself.
She wanted to think and research.
And rest without dreams.
"Well..."
Quistis nudged June with her right foot and winked, "Get somethin' nice on and dance. You need a break."
June hesitated somewhat, however, corporately did as Quistis proposed and headed for the door.
"Goodbye forever."
"What?" Quistis hastily sat upright with alarm.
June giggled, "I said goodbye Quistis! ...Oh I'm sorry! Did I wake you?"
Quistis shook her head, puzzled.
June sent Quistis a warm smile and depart.
She left.
'I could've sworn she said goodbye forever...'
Quistis sat there for five minutes.
She thought so hard it hurt her brain.
'I think I'll have a drink.' She decided and prepared a glass of wine...again.
She drank from a small, genuine glass leisurely, unlike the incident before.
Tired. She grew weary after that drink.
'No...I can't...sleep...I can't....dream....' she tried to force her eyes to stay open; nevertheless, she failed.
Her eyes fluttered closed and she drifted into another dream...another nightmare.
The girl spilled her drink as she boogied on the dance floor.
Her boyfriend was quiet; he wore a black leather jacket and navy jeans.
His shiny blonde hair was similar to Squall's cut.
His eyes were deep, dark auburn.
('Who is he? .......He looks familiar....' Quistis wondered.)
He led her to a hot-pink pig-skin couch near the bar.
The girl laughed crazily and slurred as she spoke.
She was intoxicated.
('Who is that girl? Why am I dreaming of them??...I can't see her face....' Quistis thought as she watched her dream, like a movie)
He moved on the girl, and kissed her neck.
She moaned in pleasure as the lights dimmed and a new song came on.
The girl was having a great time.
"Wanna' ditche this joint?" she pushed him off and he smirked, gesturing "yes."
They trailed out of the noisy club called, "The MUSIC-boxxx"
('Who the hell are these people? Why am I dreaming of them??' she wondered, oblivious to the fact that'd she knew the couple.)
"Mmmm baby...." She moaned louder as he knecked her.
His pace grew faster as he kissed her.
Then...
He paused, now the boyfriend licked her neck with a thirst, an extreme thirst, a longing for....
(Blood. Quistis saw blood squirt from her neck as she digged her hands deeper into her boyfriend's back.)
She screamed.
Her screech so loud, everyone could hear...
On the other hand....
Nobody came.
(Quistis's heart sank, she felt terrible for the girl. Whoever she was. 'Who is she?? Who is she damnt?!')
As ripped down into her shoulder, her head fell back.
Eye of white.
Mouth opened. Blood creeping down her pale lips.
Skin as lifeless as a zombie.
The girl who was murdered.
The sweet caretaker.
The woman who actually was fond of Quistis.
June.
"Aaaaaah!" Quistis briskly erected.
'No...no...NO!!!!!' her mind shrieked.
Another nightmare.
But why wasn't it Quistis?
Why June??
Why was it June???
It traumatized her.
It appalled her.
It riddled her.
Quistis was in awe.
Perpetually, for 6 months, she had the same dream....same nightmare.
And now, this current night, it was different.
She could not speak.
Only, "Why?" was what she speculate.
----BRRrrring, BRRrrring!----
Interrupted her grave thought.
The telephone.
She arose from the couch, picked the white cordless phone up and pressed "talk"
"H-hello?"
"Is this Miss. Trepe?"
Quistis paused with wonder.
"Yesss...may I ask, who is this?"
"The Police."
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