Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ The Life of Erin Tribal ❯ Chapter 6

The Life of Erin Tribal

Chapter 6

By the time the bell to wake up had rung out, Erin had woken up to find herself unable to move. Terra was missing, and next to her, on her knees, was Celes. She could tell Celes had been crying for awhile, and she still was. She tried to get up, but it failed.

"Mom? Mom!" cried Erin.

"Erin, your awake? Oh my goodness, I do not know what happened! Terra is nowhere to be found, and your mother has come here. Please say she accepts what we've done!" cried Celes, hugging Erin, "I had seriously though were dead."

"Mom. I'm ok, I hope. I just can't move and am getting very stiff and weary. I had a journal on the table, could check to see if it's still there for me?" cried Erin, wrestling with the chains.

Celes looked up at the table. Everything was gone. Nothing was there. She had been ordered to not bring any food.

"Mom, I'm getting hungry," said Erin, looking down at her stomach.

"I was ordered not to bring any food this morning. That had gotten me worried. And look, your bleeding here on your arm, and leg," said Celes, pointing to the two spots.

That's when Erin noticed the first pain. She jolted. It felt like the one on her leg was deep, plus it felt like there were many on her leg.

"Mom, is my journal there?" asked Erin, tears falling down her cheeks from the pain.

"I am terribly sorry. They took everything. Was it special?" asked Celes.

"Very special. My sister had given it to me just before I had left," explained Erin, still crying.

No more was said, because just then, the door opened. In walked her Mother, two guards, and Kuja carrying an unconscious Terra. He threw Terra on her bed, then looked over at Erin.

"Why, our little princess has finally awoken," said Kuja sarcastically.

"What have you done to her!" yelled Celes at them.

"M.. I mean, Celes. Don't. Don't fight them," said Erin weakly.

"That's a good girl. Listen to her, go to the table, or get killed," evilly said Brahne.

"Erin.." said Celes, walking over to the table and sitting down. She looked over at Terra, and then sighed. Nothing that could be seen was wrong.

"Now, my little princess. Let's see those muscles," said Kuja, bending down, and grabbing Erin's arm. Erin cried out in pain because she still was shackled down.

Erin looked at him, into his eyes. She could see only pure evil. He began running his finger down her arm, avoiding what had become a deep cut on her arm. Her wrist was starting to bleed from the shackle pressing so tightly against it. Erin cried, but said nothing.

"Blood, but very little muscle. Of course, what should I expect from a five year old," laughed Kuja.

Celes looked at him, but said nothing. She then looked at Erin, who was still crying but couldn't turn away to hide it.

"We will come back next week. I expect to see more progress. We will make our leave now," said Brahne, leading everyone out.

Celes got up, and opened the door to assure that they had left. She bent down, check on Terra and put her into a comfortable position. Celes got up, and then walked over to Erin. She made a silent vow, and then walked from the room leaving the door open. Erin looked over at Terra, and then painfully looked over herself. She was almost completely covered in blood.

The door opened wider. Erin mover eyes up towards it to see who it was. Celes, a guard, and the doctor. Celes whispered something to the guard, and then stepped back. The guard walked over to Erin and unlocked the shackles. Erin still didn't move, just stared at him.

As fast as the shackles were off, the doctor was buzzing over Erin. He was shaking his head, and writing stuff in a notebook. Another guard came in, but Erin didn't notice. She had slipped unconscious. The other guard handed Celes something, then walked out with the other guard.

When the doctor had finished, he ripped something from his notebook and handed it to Celes. He walked out, closing the door. She looked at what the guard had given her. It was a garnet-shaded journal, and when she opened it she read,

"To my dear Sister, Erin. From Garnet."

"This must be the journal Erin was talking about," she whispered to herself. She walked over to the table, sat down, and opened the journal again.

Nothing had been written in it except one thing,

"January 16, 1994"

Celes stared blankly. She had started an entry, but never finished it. She grabbed a pen, thought very hard, then wrote,

"January 26, 1994

Erin: I do not know if you will remember any of the events of today. I will explain to you though. The doctor has given me a copy of what he found out. The cuts in both your arms have penetrated a blood vessel and will be coming back this evening to try and stop the bleeding, even if it's just temporary. He also found a slight cut at the base of your neck on the write side. Also, it mentions that there is a patch of blood showing through your hair. I do not know what this means.

I must go for now. I need to go complete some business.

Sincerely,

Celes Chere, Mom"

Celes closed the journal, pushed it into a hidden place that only she knew of, and then looked back at Erin. Some bleeding had started again and Erin was still unconscious.

She got up, and then walked out of the room. She first went to the doctor, to tell him that Erin was bleeding again. Then, she went to her room and grabbed her small bed and very little belongings.

Celes beat the doctor to the room and stuck the bed in an unused corner, right next to Erin's bed. She sat down on it and was at the same level as Erin. As she looked at Erin, she started to cry. She lay down, grabbed her own journal, silently tore a page from it, and wrote a quick note, "Please, take care of Erin. Celes."

After that, she fell asleep.

That night, the doctor woke her up.

"Yes, what it is?" Celes asked sleepily.

"I have taken care of Erin best I could. Let us both pray that she doesn't start bleeding again," explained the doctor, then left.

Little did anyone know that it was just past midnight of the 27th. Erin's birthday, her sixth birthday.