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Summary: IN THIS CHAPTER A TEACHER HITS ON VINCENT!!!!!!!!! I would slap the teacher. Then again, if I was the teacher, maybe I'd do the same thing if Vincent was my student...YOU DID NOT JUST READ THAT.

Chapter Eleven:

The next few days were hell for Vincent. He was put on suicide watch, and Cloud confiscated every drug in his house. He also proceeded to take away his handgun. Vincent knew giving up his addiction was going to be hard, but he wanted to do it for his friends. He wanted to do it for Lucrecia. He wanted to do it for himself.

Vincent was sitting outside the school, one hour before the day started. He didn't know why he was here; it was like his legs just forced him to go there. So many teachers had offered him help, so many counselors wanted to talk to him, but he just wanted to be left alone. He didn't want to be constantly reminded of his darkest night. He coldly turned them away. Vincent put a cigarette up to his lips; it was the only thing his friends were okay about, but he wanted to quit that too. Lucrecia wouldn't want to kiss him with cigarette breath.

"Vincent?" someone asked from behind him on the steps of the school. He looked behind him, breathing smoke out of his mouth. It was his teacher, Professor Elena. He turned back around. Elena's footsteps could be heard as she stepped down one step. "Would you like to come inside? Do you need help with any homework?" she asked.

"...No."

"...It's cold out here. Aren't you cold?" Her voice got irritating to him. Her voice was enough during lessons in class, but to hear her provoking him to come inside was just getting annoying. He threw his cigarette out into the sidewalk, and got up. He walked up the school's steps, and followed Professor Elena to the classroom.

He set his stuff down on his desk, and slid into the seat. The room was quiet, the clouds that showed from the window were heavy and gray. Professor Elena sat down at her desk, and looked at Vincent. Thoughts ran through his head. About Lucrecia, about school, about the last time he had some drugs...

"Have you been doing okay?" Elena asked. Vincent rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"I'm fine." He was sick of everybody asking that question.

"Well, I'm just asking so you don't start slacking off in school again."

"Well, I'm fine! Nobody has to ask me that anymore." He got up from his seat, not wanting anymore interrogation. Elena immediately stands up, and grabs his wrist. Vincent turned. Professor Elena sighed.

"Just know that there are people here for you, and we're here to help you, alright? We know you went through alot of tough times these past few weeks, and we're willing to do anything to help you. You just need to cooperate with us, okay?"

"I'm through will 'cooperating' with people. I can take care of myself; it's the only choice I have."

"No, you have alot of people. Your friends, your counselors..." Professor Elena then turned Vincent fuly around, pulling him closer to her, looking at him seductively in the eyes. "Me..." she said, guiding Vincent's hand down her side. Vincent's eyes widened, his brain instantly jerked, his body instantly froze. Professor Elena was hitting on him! All that crap about the teachers being there to talk to him; all Elena wanted to do was get in his pants! He instantly felt betrayed, and taken advantage of. But he knew he had control. Sure, he hadn't had control over the other things in life, but he did have control over this. Vincent jerked his hand away, immediately regretting accepting her offer to come inside. Professor Elena's face dropped, her eyes questioning.

Vincent sneered at her. "Don't you fucking dare..." he said, pointing at her menacingly, his dark eyes ominous as he walked backwards to the door. Elena sighed in anger, and Vincent ran out the door of her classroom.

He came to the school doors, and saw students already arriving through the glass. His heart was racing, he could feel tears creeping up on his eyes. He would give anything for them not to spill. Vincent kicked through the glass on the school doors, provoking everyones attention. The glass on the door shattered with a big crash, dropping down the steps. Some students jumped out of the way as Vincent stormed down the steps. Cloud was sitting at the bottom of the stair railing, talking to Tifa. He got up, looking at Vincent with questioning eyes. "Vincent? Whats wrong? Why'd you kick the glass like that?" he asked, looking down. The blood from Vincent's ankle seeped through his pants. Vincent stormed down the sidewalk.

"Nothing, Cloud," he said. Everyone was left in a confused state as the principal came out to observe the glass that had been shattered by Vincent.

Vincent didn't go back to school that day. He never wanted to go again. Professor Elena was a sick slut. He was sitting in his room, sipping some beer. However, his friends didn't let him drink; he decided to sneak it. He guzzled down two bottles, and reached over to his nightstand to get the third out of the six pack. His ankle was stinging badly, but he refused to give it any attention. 'Let it bleed...'

The room was lit by a burned out lamp, the lightbulb almost needed to be replaced. The moonlight streamed through his curtain onto his bed. Vincent slouched down onto his pillow, feeling it sink under his weight. The headboard allowed him to keep his head up, so he might possibly be able to stay awake, and not fall into an intoxicated slumber. Just then, when he thought the shrill silence was never going to end, someone slowly opened his bedroom door. It was her.

Lucrecia.

"I heard you broke some glass at school today," she said, not coming forth from the shadow of the doorway. Vincent wanted to disappear. Him with a beer bottle and a bleeding, covering ankle was not a good sight. He grunted, and sighed. Lucrecia walked to him, and slowly took the beer bottle out of his hand. Her skin was soft against his; a touch from heaven, a touch he really needed. She slowly sat down next to him, holding his hand close to her chest. "Vincent, please..." she said. Vincent gently ran his thumb across her cheek. His heart ached; Lucrecia was feeling pain for him. "Please...you've got to stop doing these things to yourself," she said.

"...But it's so hard..." Vincent said. She nodded.

"I know, it's hard. But you can't keep doing this. All this drinking, all these cigarettes, its all got to end! I just don't want you to do what you did, and possibly not come back from the hospital." Vincent saw tears in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry Lucrecia.."

"No, no...Don't be. I'm gonna help you through this, okay? So is Cloud, Tifa, Reeve, all of your friends; we're all going to help you, okay? You just need to let us in."

"...Okay."

"Will you let me in, Vincent?" She gently touched his cheek. Vincent closed his eyes, reveling her touch.

"...I love you, Lucrecia."

"And I love you, and I want to keep loving you for a long time." He sighed, his heart aching. Lucrecia then leaned down, and pressed her lips to his. They were soft, warm, comforting, and glorious. Vincent felt Lucrecia's tears fall down from her cheeks onto his, and he pulled her close to his chest. Lucrecia slid over him, laying beside him on the other side of his bed. She wrapped her arms over Vincent's chest, and Vincent wrapped his arms around Lucrecia. She was so beautiful, and he felt like the luckiest man in the world. Even though his life was filled with agony, intoxication and damnation, Lucrecia was the light of his life.

She was the light that would save him from himself.