A/N: Well, as I said this is Cloud's chapter. . How many happy fangirls do we 'ave here:grins: I hope ya'll enjoy this chapter! It's 'sposed to be creepy….review!

I flinched a bit as the hot water came into contact with my skin; okay so it was a bit hot. I shut my eyes-

-The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want-

This wasn't too bad. I could take this. My shoulders were tense. I really needed this.-

-He maketh me to lie down in green pastures-

I mouthed the words; I didn't take the time to name him. I knew he wouldn't stay long. None of them did.-

-He leadeth me beside the still waters

He restoreth my soul-

Then there was a bloodcurdling scream. You'd think I'd be able to handle it by now, but I can't. It was high pitched and frightened it hurt to listen to. I jumped and slammed my shoulder into the wall of the shower.-

-Shut up you fucking bitch! Keep quite! I told you-

There was the horrible scream again, I cringed but didn't bother to cover my ears. It would be useless. The voices were in my head. I quickly shut off the shower, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around my waist. I walked down my silent hallway, the voices echoing through my mind.

-Mommy I can't find him!-

-Please! Somebody help me!-

-What should I make?-

I opened my door quickly and rushed over to my dresser where my iPod lay. I snatched it up, placed the head phones on and turned it on. I made sure the volume was up loud; even though the voices were in my head music helped drown it out.

-Daddy? What are you doing? - I heard the little boy's voice clearly-

-Shush, come with me-

-Daddy? - There was a cry, I flinched and clutched my head; I kept trying to tell myself it wasn't happening.

-Daddy! What are you doing!- I put on a pair of boxers and sweatpants, and then headed out of my room and to my basement.

Once down in my basement where all my work-out equipment was I yanked on my boxing gloves and went over to my punching bag.

-Please, stop. - The little boy's voice whimpered, I growled and punched the punching bag. It felt good; so I did it again. I knew I should be used to this. I really should. But they never stayed long enough; so I never got used to them. The bag swung again, keeping in rhythm with the music that thundered in my head. I would probably become deaf one day, but what did I care?

-Daddy...- He begged.

That little boy…

I punched the bag again, sweat dripping down my face. I made a noise though I couldn't hear it over the voices and the music.

-Please stop hurting me daddy…-

I hit it again, wishing that he was here for me to punch. But maybe it was s good thing I never saw my father again after I was taken away.

I'd kill the bastard now.

There was a fuzzy sound; I stopped. The music skipped a bit and died, though the voices continued. But it wasn't the little boy anymore. At least he was gone.

-Hail Mary, full of grace-

I hoped these little girls continued to pray until I got to the store and got me a new iPod. I ran up the steps and into my room. I pulled on a black t-shirt and raced down the steps. I grabbed the key to my motorcycle and went into my garage. I opened my garage door; stuck the key in the ignition and I twisted the throttle and took off.

I weaved in and out of the cars, and at each car I passed I glanced in the window to look at the driver. Maybe one day I could figure out who the people in my head were.

-No, I promise I'll be home early tonight. I said it'd just be you and I right?-

I raised my eyebrows; I forgot how interesting some of them could be. I glanced at the street-light and prayed that it would stay green. If I stopped the voices would become louder.

-I can't let my girlfriend see me.-

I flew threw the light and made a left; down the road to the electronics shop was located. I slowed down and parked into the parking spot. I removed the key from its ignition and strode into the shop. The bell rung as I entered, the man at the counter looked up; it was Cid.

"Hey Spikes." He greeted, "What 're you doin' 'ere?" He questioned gruffly.

"Looking for a new iPod." I replied as I scanned the shelves.

"I figured you'd be showin' your scrawny ass 'round 'ere soon so I took the liberty an' kept the iPod on lay away." He said. I looked up at him surprised; normally Cid wasn't too friendly. Or kind for that matter.

"Uh, thanks." I said uneasily, it was unusual for me to converse. Usually I tried to escape. He waved his hand at me and handed me the iPod; I took it and gave him my money.

"Thanks Cid." I said as I began to leave.

"Wait! Spikes!" He hollered, I turned around to face him, "I found this the other day on the ground after some guy dropped it. It reminded me of you."

I uncertainly grabbed the paper Cid was holding out to me and read it. It was an AD for sleeping disorders.

AD: Tired of solutions that do not work? Sane but not treated as such? Perhaps your mental difficulties could be better treated by someone that sees you as a person with problems and not a problem in the form of a person. Come to ShinRa Mansion on Friday night. We promise to give you the help you need.

I stared at the AD for a moment before muttering a quick thanks and heading out the door. I had to go pack.

A/N: Well, Cloud's chappie is finished:squeals: Any fangirls of a shirtless, sweatin', angry, Cloud? I know I am! The next chapter is when they all go to the mansion! Review!

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