Rock bottom
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Final Fantasy VIII › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Category:
Final Fantasy VIII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
775
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Final Fantasy VIII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Rock bottom
Disclaimer: I don’t own Final Fantasy 8 or any of its characters. I am also not making any money from this story – which is a shame really because it might encourage me to write more of it…
Quistis sat alone in her room nursing her bottle of red wine like it was a newborn baby. She looked round the room and sighed. How had it come to this? How?? She was a "Saviour of the World" wasn't she??? People were supposed to be awe of her and stuff. The news said that she was one of the women that all women wanted to be and the one that all men wanted!!!
Yet here she was, sitting in her room on a Friday night with a bottle of wine while all her friends were out together dancing or at least together making out. Hell, even the Trepies would be a welcome distraction right now but they were nowhere to be found. She smiled slightly at just how desperate she was right then. The Trepies had made her life hell for at least six years. Not a day went past that she didn't wish that they would leave her alone - yet, now that they had, she just wished that they were here to take her mind off just how lonely she felt. She sighed deeply.
She knew that she shouldn't have started this second bottle! "Stupid mistake on your part, Trepe! Really stupid!" Alcohol in moderation was fine but too much...
She could picture her blade in her hands right now, she could even imagine how good it would feel to take it and slice open her perfect skin.
She could just drag it slowly across her arms and watch as the blood pooled at the surface and slowly trickled down to the floor taking her problems with it as it went...she shook her head. She mustn't! She needed to stop this. It wasn't helping in the long term.
She knew that if she DID do it, tomorrow when she woke up, she would regret it as soon as sobriety hit her - that's assuming she DID wake up. She realised that the cuts had been getting deeper recently. It hadn't been intentional. Everything just seemed to weigh so much heavier on her than it used to. How was she supposed to deal with it all?
Suddenly, much to her relief, she felt a wave of drowsiness wash over her so she set the bottle down on the floor and lay down on her bed.
She was asleep in seconds...
Quistis sat alone in her room nursing her bottle of red wine like it was a newborn baby. She looked round the room and sighed. How had it come to this? How?? She was a "Saviour of the World" wasn't she??? People were supposed to be awe of her and stuff. The news said that she was one of the women that all women wanted to be and the one that all men wanted!!!
Yet here she was, sitting in her room on a Friday night with a bottle of wine while all her friends were out together dancing or at least together making out. Hell, even the Trepies would be a welcome distraction right now but they were nowhere to be found. She smiled slightly at just how desperate she was right then. The Trepies had made her life hell for at least six years. Not a day went past that she didn't wish that they would leave her alone - yet, now that they had, she just wished that they were here to take her mind off just how lonely she felt. She sighed deeply.
She knew that she shouldn't have started this second bottle! "Stupid mistake on your part, Trepe! Really stupid!" Alcohol in moderation was fine but too much...
She could picture her blade in her hands right now, she could even imagine how good it would feel to take it and slice open her perfect skin.
She could just drag it slowly across her arms and watch as the blood pooled at the surface and slowly trickled down to the floor taking her problems with it as it went...she shook her head. She mustn't! She needed to stop this. It wasn't helping in the long term.
She knew that if she DID do it, tomorrow when she woke up, she would regret it as soon as sobriety hit her - that's assuming she DID wake up. She realised that the cuts had been getting deeper recently. It hadn't been intentional. Everything just seemed to weigh so much heavier on her than it used to. How was she supposed to deal with it all?
Suddenly, much to her relief, she felt a wave of drowsiness wash over her so she set the bottle down on the floor and lay down on her bed.
She was asleep in seconds...