Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ A Cry for an Angel Like Mine ❯ A Secret Unfolded: The wish for life and a day to come ( Chapter 2 )

So sorry people! I so should have written this earlier. Y'know I started but just never got around to finishing it. I had writer's block for the longest time! And… your hate will add with this chapter. Enjoy!

A Secret Unfolded: A wish for life and a day to come

I wake with a start. Sweat pools down my body to the sheets below. Again. Again her subjected past terrifies me. I can feel my body tremble from the shock and fear of my dream. So much death. She slaughters many. I thought she was an angel of heaven. Why does she kill so guiltlessly?

I pull myself slowly from the bed. The sickening wave washes over me once more but quickly fades. I am glad. I still am not too fond of loosing my meals in such a distasting manner. I wobble for a moment on my feet. Once I catch my bearings I make my way out of my room, trailing down the stairs. It's late so not many are up and those who are do not notice me.

I wander out into the backyard, staring around at the fresh green grass, the crystal clear pool. I sit beside it, staring down into the water. It is of course only her I see. She smiles wryly at me, although I know my mouth is curved in a frown. I push away, standing in the middle of the grassy area of the yard.

A song comes to mind suddenly and I give into the urge to sing aloud. The beautiful melody lifts my spirits and I can't help but feel at peace for these few unbound moments. I am unaware of the departure from my body. My eyes are closed so I do not see the luminous form of the angel deep within me, descending into the dark recesses of the house.

I think it is only because of my peaceful state she is able to do so. Although not to my knowledge she has been doing similar things. Calling out to someone. To him. She has never even spoken to me. Yet she calls upon him so willingly, but only for the sake of good. She wishes to save me, before her soul sucks the essence from my life completely.

She needs not question where he is. I know where it is he stays, so it is only correct she does as well. She passes, unseen by the others into the still quiet of his room. She is in fact a ghost of sorts, unable of any physical contact. She walks slowly to the side of his bed, but this time does not beckon him in mind. She speaks to him softly as she climbs onto the bed, hovering over his sleeping form.

She wants him to help us, to free me of this burden. But underneath it she wants him. As I want him. Perhaps it is my desire that fuels her need. But is it truly for me, or for herself she does this? He is unaware of her presence as he twists an turns in his restless slumber. Even if he can't acknowledge her presence above him he hears her words loud and clear.

He hears her, yet doesn't understand. She frightens him as well as myself. She cannot keep doing this. I know if she were able to touch him she'd be drowning him in her lips, her touch. I suddenly sense the missing piece of myself, calling her back to me. She is less then happy.

She's forced to clamber back to me before she can even finish what she had set out to do. But I don't trust her. Not with him. She's furious. I can sense it in the far reaches of my subconscious. I continue on with my sweet melody, having begun to dance about in lightness a while ago.

He's there, at the door. I know it but don't dare to look. My song finishes and I come to a halt, a standstill in the rift of time. The feint echo of clapping sounds in my mind. He is applauding me. Even though I was aware of him I am surprised and gasp before I turn to him. Once again the heat flushes over my cheeks as he compliments me. I don't doubt I am a beautiful singer. It has always been my hobby.

We speak once again, resting on our sides in the dew lined grass. We talk about many things and I confess of my troubles with my family. As much as I wished to keep them secret, I know he can understand. The issue of trust comes into play. Of whether I can truly trust him or not. Trust is a necessary on the next issue I wish to enlighten him in. Why am I so eager to tell him of my troubles?

He calms me quickly with his answer. Of course I can. I never had a doubt I wouldn't. He is so gentle. I smile at the butterfly, which has joined us. It's beautiful as he is. With the factor of trust put behind me I reach out, trapping the insect in the cage of my palm. I stare at it in awe for a moment before my clench tightens, and I dissemble it in the warm squeeze of my hand.

He's sickened by this fact. That I can take away life so simply. Such wondrous life without a care in the world. He frowns and the simple action sinks my heart. I never want to see him this way. When my palm opens again the winged nightshade flutters away. As if nothing had happened. It is his turn to stare in awe. He not doubt sees this as a gift, I, a curse.

And that is when I begin my story to him. Revealing to his ears the hurt and torment of my feeble life. I am not sure if he believes me or not. Nor do I care. Just to be able to push these matters off my chest is peace enough. When I am done, we sit in silence. Myself staring at the ground beneath me, while he trains his eyes on my face.

I stand, unable to take the simple staring. I know he means nothing by it, but it causes me unease. A heritage from the being inside me no doubt. I've gained a lot of unwanted emotions and feelings from her. I sit beside the pool, staring down at her. For once she does not seem spiteful. I sense desperation in her eyes.

I find him behind me soon after. Staring down at her form over my shoulder. Her normal discomfort of people seeing her seems to have fled. Just for him. Again he is in shock. But not appall. He touches my shoulder and I suddenly feel light. How I've longed for a simple touch from him.

But as quickly as it happens it ends, for I have pulled away. I regret it soon after. Once the hurt in his eyes catches my own. I don't mean to cause him pain but I'm not quite ready to bond. His voice comes out smoothly, despite the question in his glance. I learn of her cries for him. I am of course confused, for once slightly angered. It hurts that she can live in me yet refuse to speak with me.

He cups my cheek in his hand to reassure me it's all right and again I wrench away from the action. I may feel affection for him but I'm still not comfortable with a show of it. My head suddenly hurts as if electricity has been surged through it. I glare down at my reflection, knowing it was her that caused the sudden pain.

She jerks her head in his direction, I know she wants me to give into him, but of course I refuse only getting me another shock from her. He is now glaring also, telling her to quite the pain she is inflicting. I feel his hands on my shoulders and I tear away from him again. My voice comes out harsh and un-attended, telling him to leave me be.

He's finally annoyed enough and stands, turning to the house and leaving me behind with a few harsh words of his own. A statement that tells he will not and refuses to care if I can't let him. I try to speak but I find no words to say. He is gone now and I am left all alone with her.

I've angered her to no bounds and it comes that I will hear her voice for the first time but regret I ever wanted to. My hands clasp around myself as the disturbing pain racks my body. Tiny stabs riddling through out me. My eyes go wide as I see her before me, pinning me to the grass below. How is this possible?

She screams in my face, letting me know exactly how stupid I am. Speaking aloud of the feelings I hide. I refuse to meet her eyes, tears pouring out of my own. She halts in her assault and I feel the aching squeeze on my body.

I… can't breath. Something is terribly wrong. I try to call out for help but find I can't speak. One hand clasps around my neck as if it would help air come, the other reaching out for nothing. She returned to my body by now as I curl on my side. Will my end come now? So easily and suddenly? The only word if it could pass my lips would be his name. If I am to die now, I have but one regret…

-heh heh… Cliffhanger… don't ya just love me?! Okay maybe not now.. But I plan, and hope to get the next chapter up soon. My muse has revived so I'll be taking good care of her to not let it happen again.