A/N: Hey guys, thanks for the reviews again! So, you wanna see a Zell/Selphie develop? Just say the words and i'll do it,! (I'm that nice!)
Warning: Has some swearing and a scene of self injury.
'When will people understand that words can cut as sharply as any blade, and that those cuts leave scars upon our souls?'
Selphie ran to her dorm room, even though every muscle in her body protested with each forced stride.
Opening her door, she threw her bag down and flung herself onto her bed, the springs creaking at the sudden weight.
She felt like crying, but no tears would come out. Breathing heavily from the running and sighing from her numerous aches and pains, she sat up and crossed her legs.
'Why did he seem so happy when he saw Celia? sigh Makes sense I suppose. He swapped plain old me for a couple of supermodel bimbos.'
Selphie still felt numb from all that had happened today. She got up from her bed and switched on the radio, hoping it would take her mind off things.
No Doubt's 'Don't Speak' began to play. She went back to her bed and flopped down onto it, shutting her eyes.
You and me,
We used to be together,
Every day together, always.
I really feel like I'm losing my best friend,
I can't believe this could be the end . . .
Selphie began to cry whilst listening to the words of the song. She hugged her toy penguin close to her heart. It was true that she just couldn't function without Irvine. Even though they weren't a couple, Selphie had held high hopes for them getting together. Every one said that he liked her alot, but then one day, Celia began getting friendly with him and that's when it all started. He'd ignore Selphie at lunch and sit on Celia's table. When Selphie arranged to go out, he'd never turn up and then later she'd find out that he'd been out with 'that lot'. That's when she got depressed, and had been put on anti depressants. She had her other friends, but even they seemed distant half the time. Rinoa and Squall were all loved up and only saw each other half the time, Quistis was back teaching and didn't have time to meet up. Selphie even felt that Zell was probably getting fed up of her coming in his bed, even though he always welcomed her and ended up hugging her to sleep.
As she was sobbing into her pillow, she felt something underneath it, digging upwards.
'Huh? What's this?'
Getting hold of whatever it was, she pulled it out and held it in front of her face.
Blinking tears rapidly out of her eyes to focus, she instantly wished she hadn't, for what she held in her hand was a Polaroid photo.
It was of Irvine and Celia . . . kissing in an embrace. She told herself to not look at it, get rid of it, burn it, rip it up and throw it in the bin. But she couldn't take her eyes away from it. They were glued to it, telling her to look even though every second she drank in the image it hurt her more and more.
Someone had broken into her dorm room (which wasn't hard, seeing as she never locked up) and deliberately placed this under her pillow for her to find. She suspected it was Amber or Nichi, after all, who else would take a picture of the two just to hurt her?
Selphie cried so hard that she thought she was going to throw up. She could hardly breathe because her heart felt broken in two.
She ran into the bathroom and heaved over the toilet. Nothing came up. She wiped her mouth and fell down onto the floor, still crying violently.
Reaching across from her, she opened the bathroom cupboard and searched around for her razor heads. Finding one, she brought it out and stared at the shiny cold metal edge.
She placed the razor above her wrist but couldn't bring herself to do it.
Instead, she took it further up her right arm. Pressing it deep into her, she slashed it quickly across her pale skin. Almost instantly, deep red liquid began to seep out and run down her arm.
It stung a little, but the sight of it flowing calmed her down. She stopped crying and dabbed at it with her hand. The deep gash she had made filled up again and spilled over the side of her arm. She looked at the bloody razor in her hand, brought it up above the first cut and pressed it into her skin again, but not as deep.
Selphie began to wonder if she'd need stitches. She wouldn't go to the infirmary even if she did. Both cuts she had made were about an inch and a half long. The first one was quite deep. Deep enough for her to put the tip of her little finger in, but the second wasn't as bad.
'I guess I can't just sit here for the rest of the day'
Selphie crawled back over to the cupboard and fetched some crisp white bandages.
Wetting a tissue with water and disinfectant, she dabbed at both cuts, flinching a bit and looked at herself in the mirror.
Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, her lip had a cut on from where Celia had hit her and her hair was all messy.
Wrapping up her arm, she put the razor away and pulled the sleeve of her SeeD uniform down. Just in time too, as Zell came walking in to her room.
Selphie panicked and slammed the bathroom door shut. She checked that all the blood was cleaned up off of her. Straightening her uniform and running her fingers through her hair, she opened up the door again, to a poised Zell ready to knock.
"Hey Zell, I was just, err . . . never mind. What do you want?"
"Nice way to greet a friend."
Selphie snarled. "I haven't exactly forgotten what you said." Imitating him, she said, "Wow, Irvine's a lucky guy. I wish I could fuck them too!"
Zell brought his hand up and placed it behind his neck.
"I didn't say that last bit . . ."
"Yeah, well, I know you were thinking that."
Selphie sat down on her bed and stared up at Zell with her arms folded.
"No way Selph!"
"Yeah right, pull the other one, hotshot."
"What?? They're a right bunch of tarts. Why would I-,"
Selphie unfolded her arms and interrupted him. "Irvine did . . ."
Zell sat down next to his friend.
"Well, he obviously didn't see that he had a perfectly good girl in front of him."
Selphie brought her legs up onto the bed and hugged them.
"You mean it?"
Zell put his arm around her. "'Course I do! No-ones better than cute lil' Selphie!"
She smiled and rested her head on Zells shoulder.
A slight frown began to crease her brow. Lifting her head off Zells shoulder, she asked him, ". . . I know you wouldn't, well I hope you didn't but . . . did you take a picture of Celia and Irvine kissing and put it under my pillow?"
Zell almost laughed but looked at Selphie and realised she was being serious.
"NO! I'm hardly a peeping tom, and why would I do something like that, you're my best friend."
Selphie leaned away from him, rustling around in her pocket, before bringing out the accursed photograph.
"Look," she thrust it into Zells hand.
He stared down at the crumpled snapshot depicting one of his friends and the blonde girl.
"Selphie, maybe you shouldn't keep this. If I know you, you'll only end up looking at it tonight and begin to cry."
Zell put the photo into his jeans pocket.
Selphie brushed a strand of light brown hair out of her eyes and linked her arm through her friend's.
"Zell . . . if I tell you something, will you promise to keep it a secret?"
"Okay . . ."
"Say it then . . ."
Zell rolled his eyes upwards mockingly. "I promise."
Taking a deep breath, and looking Zell in the eyes, she said, "I didn't fall down the stairs today . . . They beat me up, Celia, Nichi and Amber. In the girls toilets."
She looked up to see her friend clenching his fists together and going slightly red with rage in the cheeks.
Zell got up and mumbled some words about going to see Irvine.
Selphie put a hand on his chest and pushed him back to a sitting position.
"You promised, remember?"
He let out some air that he'd been holding in his lungs for a while. "Oh, right. Okay, a promise is a promise. But if they lay one finger on you again Selphie, I swear-,"
"Sshhh. I don't even deserve a good friend like you. I'm too dumb and clumsy and ugly. You should be off with the supermodel clan too, having the time of you're life and-,"
Zell interrupted her, "You're not dumb and clumsy and you're most definitely not ugly. You turn more heads than I can count. And I'd much rather be here with you than chasing after blondes that are taller than me and have about as much intelligence as a wad of used tissues."
Selphie crumpled up her face at his choice of words, but it did cheer her up.
"Thanks Zell. You're brilliant."
He beamed, as if knowing it already. "Wanna skip Quistys class and go for a milkshake?"
Selphie wrung her hands and bit the inside of her mouth.
"I don't know . . ."
"I'll buy you a fudge sundae . . . with extra chocolate sauce . . . and nuts . . . and those pink sprinkle things you get high on . . ." He wriggled his eyebrows at her.
She smiled and gave in. "Oh, okay then!" She wouldn't have given in so easily if she knew who'd be there. . .
A/N: La la la. Hope that was okay. I'll update again soon, and try'n make them a lil' longer. Remember to tell me if you want a Zell/Sefie! Bye!