sakuracity100 ... 79. Painful
Title: All Kinds of Pain
Theme: 79. Painful
Rating: PG
Character: Tifa Lockheart [ onlyherwords ]
Word Count: 286
Note: Err...this is...sort of angsty, in a way.
She knows what pain is, she has experienced many different kinds over the course of her life. Growing up brings that sort of thing.
The emotional pain of losing a mother whom you loved so dearly, the physical pain of falling as a bridge collapses and you are found in a coma and don’t wake up for seven days, the emotional and physical pain of watching as the boy you like leaves town to join SOLDIER, the pain of seeing the place you’ve grown up destroyed by a mad man who set it in flame and killed your father…
The pain of a sword cutting across your body and the muddled feel of rolling down a flight of stairs as your own blood starts to pool around you.
The mental strain of not knowing whether you would live or die, only to find yourself alive and in a new town… Trying to fend for yourself and finding your childhood friend years later and persuading him to join AVALANCHE. Feeling confused when he tells stories that are fabricated lies and memories belonging to someone else, starting to feel that, maybe, your own memories of all that time ago might just be lies too…
Staring at your body in a full-length mirror with no clothes on and just taking in every bad thing about you… Staring at the scar that is a mark for stupidity and blind rage from so many years ago. Cursing it for being so fucking ugly and cursing yourself for being a fool for thinking you could take on a mad man who was once known as a great general.
She knows what pain is and it rarely ever seems to leave her alone.
Theme: 79. Painful
Rating: PG
Character: Tifa Lockheart [ onlyherwords ]
Word Count: 286
Note: Err...this is...sort of angsty, in a way.
She knows what pain is, she has experienced many different kinds over the course of her life. Growing up brings that sort of thing.
The emotional pain of losing a mother whom you loved so dearly, the physical pain of falling as a bridge collapses and you are found in a coma and don’t wake up for seven days, the emotional and physical pain of watching as the boy you like leaves town to join SOLDIER, the pain of seeing the place you’ve grown up destroyed by a mad man who set it in flame and killed your father…
The pain of a sword cutting across your body and the muddled feel of rolling down a flight of stairs as your own blood starts to pool around you.
The mental strain of not knowing whether you would live or die, only to find yourself alive and in a new town… Trying to fend for yourself and finding your childhood friend years later and persuading him to join AVALANCHE. Feeling confused when he tells stories that are fabricated lies and memories belonging to someone else, starting to feel that, maybe, your own memories of all that time ago might just be lies too…
Staring at your body in a full-length mirror with no clothes on and just taking in every bad thing about you… Staring at the scar that is a mark for stupidity and blind rage from so many years ago. Cursing it for being so fucking ugly and cursing yourself for being a fool for thinking you could take on a mad man who was once known as a great general.
She knows what pain is and it rarely ever seems to leave her alone.