Post by Tifa Lockhart on Oct 4, 2009 21:35:33 GMT -5
What... had happened? The light, the ear shattering sound, and then.. the darkness. Mute, deaf, blind, unknowing to the world. One moment, Tifa had been cleaning up the bar at the 7th Heaven, preparing for the next day. Once again, the clock had struck 12, and she knew that Cloud would not come home on that night. Always with so much worry in her heart, she forced herself once again to get past it, and pray that he was okay. Once again, she dragged herself up the steps to bed, checking in on Marlene and Denzel before she made her way into her room. Staring at the clock for a few moments, hoping that she would maybe hear the familiar noise of his boots thumping on the steps. Eventually, she fell asleep in these thoughts.
The next day, her mind was in a fog. She awoke in the hospital with not even the memory of her name. Unable to move, she simply stared around the room, oddly at peace, all of her past forgotten, her sorrows and responsibilities. It was all gone, alleviated from her shoulders that she used to bear so much on. The world went on around her, without her. Ears closed to the sound of their voices, everything was like a movie, a slow motion movie where in the end, the person was dying or fainting, and these were their last thoughts. Death was not on her mind this time, yet once again she slipped into the comfort of the darkness of her mind, the shadows easing over her, granting her rest.
Months had passed after that moment. Only small fragments of her memory had been recovered since then. The children, her name, a fire in a village.... and Cloud. Where was her Cloud? Why could she remember nothing? The pain of it all was too unreal. Her life in a constant daze since the memories started to return to her. Where were the children? Were they okay? She knew there were others, other memories that were trapped deep within her mind yet she could not recall them. Dropping to her knees on the grass of the park, her hands went to cover her eyes, tears pouring from her brown depths. Everything that she could not remember had crumbled before her, without her even knowing it. Without her even knowing what those things were. Still, she could not wait here. She had to get out into the world and find those who she loved, to remember her memories, even if it took one fragment at a time.
Standing from her feeble position, she brushed herself off, ignoring the people around her who stared. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a cigarette and a lighter, the only two things that seemed to go so beautifully together anymore. Never in her life had she thought of smoking, but when everything had happened, and her memories starting returning to her in small bursts, she had needed a stress reliever. Putting the menthol cigg to her lips, she brought up the lighter, pushing the metal wheel that made the flame spark up and brought it to the tip of the ciggarette. Inhaling deeply, she slowly released, her eyes closed as she did so, opening lazily as she exhaled. Putting the lighter back into her pocket, the sat down on the bench, her eyes weary or searching still trying to find something that wasn't there. And if those people were there, who knew how their memories would return to them. Sure, maybe Denzel and Marlene would remember her since she had cared for them, but Cloud... he had never shown his emotions to her. He had never opened up. Always so secretive and quiet after the death of Aerith. Hn, maybe he had loved her more...
Another puff, a flick of the ciggarette, and the ashes of her stress reliever had landed on the ground. Still wearing the same clothes that she had been before her memory loss, those too were some of the things that she had remembered. Sneakers with her normal leather attire, the red cloth still tied around her arm. Raking soft hands through her hair, her eyes fell half-lidded, lost in thought as the ciggarette quickly began to shrink. The sun was bright on this day. A day of rest from her job at the school. She had hoped to be assigned to elementary school so she could have had the chance to see if the kids were there or not, but she was put into high school, as a Physical Education teacher. What a miserable hell of a job that was. If she were aloud to drink on school grounds, she would lock her door, and take a swig between each class break. Sadly, there were cameras all around her gym. Gym teachers were more carefully watched due to over-working of the students and various other things.. the recent teacher had been fired for something horrible. Something that Tifa didn't care to remember.
Standing from the bench, she took another drawl of the ciggarette, the sweet menthol sending a flavor of mint to her tongue. Placing her hand on her hip, her other hand with the ciggarette hanging next to her side, she looked around, unknowing of where to go or what to do next. Today was her day off. Grunting displeasure to herself, she guessed this would be another day to drink. Like there was much else to do in this world. Without anyone to care for, she was miserable. Always the motherly type, she couldn't go on happily unless there was someone around for her to care for. Flicking the ciggarette to the ground, she smashed on it with her foot, her brown, dead eyes searching for a hope, a sign.. Was she always like this before? She had remembered herself to be a very positive and happy person. Guess times would change a gal.
The next day, her mind was in a fog. She awoke in the hospital with not even the memory of her name. Unable to move, she simply stared around the room, oddly at peace, all of her past forgotten, her sorrows and responsibilities. It was all gone, alleviated from her shoulders that she used to bear so much on. The world went on around her, without her. Ears closed to the sound of their voices, everything was like a movie, a slow motion movie where in the end, the person was dying or fainting, and these were their last thoughts. Death was not on her mind this time, yet once again she slipped into the comfort of the darkness of her mind, the shadows easing over her, granting her rest.
Months had passed after that moment. Only small fragments of her memory had been recovered since then. The children, her name, a fire in a village.... and Cloud. Where was her Cloud? Why could she remember nothing? The pain of it all was too unreal. Her life in a constant daze since the memories started to return to her. Where were the children? Were they okay? She knew there were others, other memories that were trapped deep within her mind yet she could not recall them. Dropping to her knees on the grass of the park, her hands went to cover her eyes, tears pouring from her brown depths. Everything that she could not remember had crumbled before her, without her even knowing it. Without her even knowing what those things were. Still, she could not wait here. She had to get out into the world and find those who she loved, to remember her memories, even if it took one fragment at a time.
Standing from her feeble position, she brushed herself off, ignoring the people around her who stared. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a cigarette and a lighter, the only two things that seemed to go so beautifully together anymore. Never in her life had she thought of smoking, but when everything had happened, and her memories starting returning to her in small bursts, she had needed a stress reliever. Putting the menthol cigg to her lips, she brought up the lighter, pushing the metal wheel that made the flame spark up and brought it to the tip of the ciggarette. Inhaling deeply, she slowly released, her eyes closed as she did so, opening lazily as she exhaled. Putting the lighter back into her pocket, the sat down on the bench, her eyes weary or searching still trying to find something that wasn't there. And if those people were there, who knew how their memories would return to them. Sure, maybe Denzel and Marlene would remember her since she had cared for them, but Cloud... he had never shown his emotions to her. He had never opened up. Always so secretive and quiet after the death of Aerith. Hn, maybe he had loved her more...
Another puff, a flick of the ciggarette, and the ashes of her stress reliever had landed on the ground. Still wearing the same clothes that she had been before her memory loss, those too were some of the things that she had remembered. Sneakers with her normal leather attire, the red cloth still tied around her arm. Raking soft hands through her hair, her eyes fell half-lidded, lost in thought as the ciggarette quickly began to shrink. The sun was bright on this day. A day of rest from her job at the school. She had hoped to be assigned to elementary school so she could have had the chance to see if the kids were there or not, but she was put into high school, as a Physical Education teacher. What a miserable hell of a job that was. If she were aloud to drink on school grounds, she would lock her door, and take a swig between each class break. Sadly, there were cameras all around her gym. Gym teachers were more carefully watched due to over-working of the students and various other things.. the recent teacher had been fired for something horrible. Something that Tifa didn't care to remember.
Standing from the bench, she took another drawl of the ciggarette, the sweet menthol sending a flavor of mint to her tongue. Placing her hand on her hip, her other hand with the ciggarette hanging next to her side, she looked around, unknowing of where to go or what to do next. Today was her day off. Grunting displeasure to herself, she guessed this would be another day to drink. Like there was much else to do in this world. Without anyone to care for, she was miserable. Always the motherly type, she couldn't go on happily unless there was someone around for her to care for. Flicking the ciggarette to the ground, she smashed on it with her foot, her brown, dead eyes searching for a hope, a sign.. Was she always like this before? She had remembered herself to be a very positive and happy person. Guess times would change a gal.