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Final Fantasy 8 Fanfic
Here everyone... enjoy. Please tell me how it was!
~The Love of his Friends~
Drops of rain hit Squall’s window fiercely. For the pass few days there had been nothing but sorrowful rain. Each day passed through miserly at Balamb Gardens. Squall lie in bed, sick with a terrible cough and unbearable sinus pains. It wasn’t everyday the emotionless, yet handsome teen was in bed too ill for the day’s unexciting classes. Squall gazed around his dorm… it was empty. He had been awake for nearly an hour and the whole place, with the exception of the outdoor rain, had been quiet, too quiet for Squall. The walls seemed closer than usual.
Coughing painfully, he peered over at his bed stand. He spotted a glass of disgusting tap water, almost a week old lying there on the bed stand. Reaching for it slowly, he bumped his broken alarm clock on the floor. What a day it had been already for the unfortunate Squall. Too groggy to pick it up, he sipped the tap water, nearly spitting it out in disgust on his first sip. He glanced into the shiny glass cup noticing little white specks floating around in it. There came a gag from his sore throat and he set the glass back on his bed stand.
Hours passed. The rain was too much of a nuisance for Squall to sleep, so he laid there… and laid there, coughing what seemed to be every twenty seconds or so. Squall was miserable. The pains in his sinuses began to swell.
When he finally got up from his stiff bed, Squall crept into his deserted washroom. All that was in the tiny enclosed space was a greasy mirror, a dirty sink that heavily needed cleaning, a toilet, and a bath tub that Squall rarely used. He then looked in the mirror. Without doubt, he looked bear and ugly, desperately needing a shave.
Squall muttered something under his breath and turned to his bathtub. At that moment a grin came to his face. He could already feel the boiling waters rushing against him in a wonderfully soothing way. It reminded him of his youth, being in the beach’s glistening water during every warm summer day, growing up at the Orphanage. How beautiful the beach was….
Stripping his outer clothing, he placed a muscular leg into the hot bath. At first it was quite uncomfortable, but he quickly got used to it. His whole body was in the tub now. Squall closed his eyes, remembering the days when he was a young child. Though even being in the warm depths of the tub water, he was still in pain.
As the minutes past, Squall’s sinuses ached even more. Rapidly they were becoming more and more painful. Tears gathered in Squall’s eyes. He was not used to this sort of illness. Gripping his nasal area, he cringed. Not only were his sinuses bothering him, but also for the first time in awhile, Squall felt lonely.
Squall was hurt. During a period of sever sickness, he noticed that no one was by his side… helping him … making him feel better… Where was Zell? Selphie? Quistis? Irvine? …Rinoa? Or ever… Seifer? Had they left him all alone purposely?
“No one cares… no one cares…” Squall wept silently. “They all hate me…they all do…”
By then, Squall had burst into tears – tears of great depression. He hadn’t cried since he had been separated from his parents. This was serious. Squall snatched the bar of soap from a section of the bathtub and through it at the wall with all his force, tears streaming down his swollen cheeks. He pushed his hands to his face, but the tears still came out.
A whole, long hour passed as Squall lie in the flooded bathtub, still in his unbreakable tears. He couldn’t take the pain… the pain of loneliness and being ill.
“They…they… they… do hate me!” Squall nearly screamed.
And without any regrets, he plunged his tear-stained face down into the cold water, which was once so relaxing and warm… just like his mother used to be. He closed his eyes shut tightly and tried his hardest to drown himself.
“There’s no point in living… I’m only hated… only hated… only hated… only – “
Squall was out cold before he finished his thought. But then he felt great warmth against him… just like a mother. Opening his blood-shot eyes, he made into vision a beautiful woman… with midnight black hair staring into his eyes.
“Mot…. mother…” Squall barely said before he began his coughing again.
“Squall… why didn’t you come to me…” the woman asked, still holding Squall in her pale arms.
Squall knew this voice… a voice that sounded like the wind in song… a beautiful one at that… Once his eyes focused in on the figure, he gasped and tried to sit up. Being too weak and ill, he failed at that and instead the figure hugged him dearly. She held him in her arms, not at any desire to let go.
“Ri… Ri… Rinoa…”
Suddenly a loud and energetic man barged in through the washroom door, previously running and out of breath.
“SQUALL! SQUALL! SQUALL-MAN!!” the man yelled, putting a hand to Squall’s face. “We were so worried ‘bout ya!!”
By then, Squall had regained his consciousness and knew what was going on. There he saw Zell, with his hand touching Squall’s damp face. He looked up and saw the whole gang, wide mouthed and worried to death.
“Squall!” came Zell again, this time teary-eyed, “Don’t do that to us again man! We were so dang worried! You could have killed yaself!”
“That’s right,” Rinoa added, “Squall… you should have informed us that you weren’t feeling well… Dr. Kadowaki would have helped you right away.”
Squall turned to everyone, smiled, and began to cry unstoppably. He then knew that he had everything he needed, everything important to him, and that was…. The love of his friends.
~Fin~
Note from Author: I’m sure that I’m not the only one who has been through this kind of trouble before. Most of us have in different ways. None the less, I hope you enjoyed my fanfic and I would love to know your personal thoughts on what my fanfic has meant to you. And last, thank you for reading.
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~SeanChan
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My only complaint, is that the text is too small, other than that, you're a cool writer. 
and good character development... 
