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FFVIII: Rage
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: None
Warnings: Angst
Rating: G
Summary: In need of therapy -- or maybe just a break.
An untidy room, the sign of a disordered mind. The words rang in Quistis' head as she looked around the mess that she hated herself for making. It was like little spurts of anger rose inside her, choking her, until she had to let them out through the senseless blips of rage when everything seemed to land on the floor.
The doctor said that she needed therapy. Tried to talk to her.
The sessions would only leave her more confused, would have her grabbing things off her desk and ripping or throwing or breaking just because there was so much energy and frustration inside her. She hated herself for not being able to control it, but there wasn't any controlling it -- or any guilt, when it caught hold of her and swept her up in its exhilarating energy.
She was ashamed when Squall caught her at it, but he didn't say anything. She raised something, and then quickly dropped it, realising she'd been about to throw something at her Commander, her friend.
"I'm sorry, I..."
"It's alright," he said, softly, and she realised that he understood. He smiled at her gently, but that made the rage boil up again. Pitying smiles and knowing glances, she'd had enough.
"It's not funny," she said, clenching her fists.
"I'm not laughing," he said with a shrug. "Take a holiday, Quistis."
He turned and left.
Pairing: None
Warnings: Angst
Rating: G
Summary: In need of therapy -- or maybe just a break.
An untidy room, the sign of a disordered mind. The words rang in Quistis' head as she looked around the mess that she hated herself for making. It was like little spurts of anger rose inside her, choking her, until she had to let them out through the senseless blips of rage when everything seemed to land on the floor.
The doctor said that she needed therapy. Tried to talk to her.
The sessions would only leave her more confused, would have her grabbing things off her desk and ripping or throwing or breaking just because there was so much energy and frustration inside her. She hated herself for not being able to control it, but there wasn't any controlling it -- or any guilt, when it caught hold of her and swept her up in its exhilarating energy.
She was ashamed when Squall caught her at it, but he didn't say anything. She raised something, and then quickly dropped it, realising she'd been about to throw something at her Commander, her friend.
"I'm sorry, I..."
"It's alright," he said, softly, and she realised that he understood. He smiled at her gently, but that made the rage boil up again. Pitying smiles and knowing glances, she'd had enough.
"It's not funny," she said, clenching her fists.
"I'm not laughing," he said with a shrug. "Take a holiday, Quistis."
He turned and left.