The pain was unreal. I had been hurt before by an enemy, what person who fights on a battlefield hasn't? But this? It felt like having a heart attack only muliplied by thirty times. All around me is black. Pitch black actually.
So this is what if feels like to die. Having your heart ripped from your chest. Or, maybe I wasn't dying. Maybe I was being turned into one of those vile creatures.
A nobody. They nearly ruined the worlds ten years ago. I may have been young, only around age 5, but I remember. I remember being ripped from my bed in the middle of the night by my brother and seeing the scary black things that were "eating" people. The last look our parents gave us as their hearts were being ripped from their chests. Squall not only lost our parents that day, he lost his girlfriend. He still hasn't gotten over it.
And now, I'm leaving him too. After all we have been through. I was abandoning him. And my friends that have almost become family. Being torn away my family. For what?
So that I can be like them? The organization whose roots were the reason our universe was nearly shredded to pieces. I knew when I woke up in the middle of the night something was wrong, I never woke up in the middle of the night, no matter how much Raven was tossing and turning in our shared room. Then I went into the hall and saw that figure.
The one dressed in black. In the Orgainization XIII coat. That's when I should have unsheathed my arrows. But NNNOOOO. I stood their dumbstruck looking at the figure.
Unfourtunatly for me the, the person recovered first. And then everything went black. And here we are.
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