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Chapter 2: Breaking the Habit

/Memories consume/Like opening the wound/I'm picking me apart again/You all assume/I'm safe here in my room/Unless I try to start again/I don't want to be the one/The battles always choose/'Cause inside I realize/That I'm the one confused/I don't know what's worth fighting for/Or why I have to scream/I don't know why I instigate/And say what I don't mean/I don't know how I got this way/I know it's not alright/So I'm breaking the habit/I'm breaking the habit /Tonight/Clutching my cure/I tightly lock the door/I try to catch my breath again/I hurt much more/Than anytime before/I had no options left again/ -Linkin Park

She ran as fast as she could. The rain was coming down harder now, and she could feel her hair sticking to her neck. Her sleeve was sticking to her arm too, but that was because of another liquid that was drenching it. The rain carried the smell away but she knew it lingered around her. It still lingered in her kitchen. She hadn't taken the time to clean up the mess she'd left on the floor.

She had been in such a hurry, she'd run up the stairs and into the room that used to be hers and Cloud's. now it seemed so empty without his Buster Sword leaning up against the chest at the foot of their bed. The blankets weren't made, just the way he'd left them when he'd discovered she wasn't laying right beside him and found her in the room with all of her stuff.

She'd almost broke down again right there but stopped herself and made her way to their dresser. She took her long-sleeved, zip-up hoodie from the second drawer. It was tangled in some of his sweatshirts that she kept in there for when she wanted something heavier than her thin, little jackets. She threw all of his stuff down on the ground in a desperate attempt to free her hoodie. Finally she'd succeeded and she zipped it up all the way to her neck.

She hadn't counted on it being raining. She could've sworn she saw the sun just a few moments ago when she'd been in the kitchen listening to Cloud yell at her. Maybe it had always been raining and she was just a pore excuse for a weather girl. It would just add to the other things she was a poor excuse for. A friend, a comrade, a lover. She was no good at anything she wanted to be, and now she was running. Running away from it all.

Taking the cowards way out seemed to be an ongoing trend for her. She always chose the easy way to go. Never taking unnecessary risks, even if they would get her to her destination sooner. No, she was a weakling and she would always be that way. If she didn't do something about it.

That was what she was doing now. Doing something about her cowardice, and taking action where she needed to. Though she was crying like a little baby the whole way there. She was wet and tired and so full of those stupid, fucking emotions. Now, she would finally be able to do something about them.

She stopped in front of the gate and looked up at the tall, intimidating mansion. It hadn't changed, not even after he'd been living there for almost two years now. It was very late but she knew he was awake. She could see the tiny flicker of light from the candle he used in the family room for reading. She wondered if he didn't sleep because he too heard those cruel voices. He could tune them out though. He was numb to everything and voices would be no different.

She licked her lips and opened the gate slowly. It creaked on it's hinges somewhat, but the rain would wash away any sounds made outside. She was thankful, she didn't want to have to explain herself to early. What if she chickened out and decided not to ask him for help. She wouldn't do that though. She was bound and determined to march right up those steps to his front porch and knock on his big creepy door. Why then were her legs suddenly not working?

You are afraid little one, for you know he will turn you away. He doesn't associate with cowards like you. You, darling, deserve to live with the voices you have, or be damned to death by your own hands. He too, believes you should have died that day. What would the world be like if she were still alive? It would be happy, would it not? She brought happiness to everyone she spoke to. What do you bring? Does everyone love you little one, I don't think so. They all want you dead…

With the voice's mocking laughter in the back of her mind and willed her legs to move again. She would do this. If for anything than the sake of her sanity. She couldn't go on living with those degrading words constantly haunting her.

Once on the porch she raised a tentative hand to the door and knocked softly three times. She waited so long after that she thought he must've not heard her and when she raised her hand to knock again she was surprised when it opened in front of her. She looked up to see his face through the darkness. She swallowed hard and put her hand back to her side.

Instead of his usually donned cape he wore nothing but a simple black shirt and she could see the entirety of his features. She felt like getting lost in his blood-red irises. He eyebrows pulled down into a slightly confused look. It was obvious he wasn't sure why she was there.

"Hi Vincent." She said hesitantly. Her voice sounded so weak and strained. She was so nervous and so very tired. She just wanted to go to sleep and she regretted coming here before she let her body regain it's strength.

"Tifa." He said in his usual monotonous voice. He nodded only once and then stepped aside to let her come in. As she took her first step over the threshold she jumped slightly at his voice, "Is there something you wish to discuss?" He asked her.

"Something like that." She answered in a mere whisper, he'd heard it though. She was sure he'd heard it. When he closed the door behind her she was overcome by the silence that filled the room. It was so complete she new that he could hear her very breath. She was afraid to break the sweet silence that seemed to engulf her. But of course, it was her that broke the silence, even without meaning to.

It was at that moment that the first drop hit the floor. She'd heard the diminutive sound and she knew that with his ears he'd heard it too. She looked down at the floor where the drop of crimson fluid had hit. It was mixed with the clear rain but the redness was very visible. She watched as a few more drops hit the same exact spot making the small bloody puddle grow.

She chanced a look at him now and what she saw amazed her. His eyes were trained on her and she could swear there was emotion behind them. A mixture of confusion and horror. He knew what was happening and he knew what she'd done. One look at his all knowing face was enough to make her fall into his arms from fear and exhaustion. Seconds later she was unconsciously laying in his protective embrace.

Note: I don't really like this song but I felt it almost inevitable to have a Linkin Park song. So tell me what you think.