(I somehow feel these are the same amount of cringe. You can tell me otherwise. Done.)

Cocoa's POV

I was afraid to sleep. I was afraid to talk. I was afraid that my father would find me again. I was afraid. I didn't want to sleep, or live, or believe I wouldn't find my soulmate or love, or answers, or food, I didn't want to eat. The one thing I wanted was to see my mother. She was my reason. Now that my reason is gone, I have no purpose. No life. No feeling. Nothing. If I asked Sephiroth, he'd probably say he didn't need me. There goes that other reason. I decided I was going to kill myself. Suicide. Painful suicide. I plotted to choke myself on the ceiling, and if that didn't work, drown myself, and if that didn't work, starve myself. If all else failed, I'd jump into the Volcano. These plots were gonna start soon. I went to the inner tunnel of the Volcano to find Sephiroth there."Hey Cocoa."He said I didn't feel like talking much, "Hi..."Was all I said back, then I got lost in my own thoughts. I sighed."You okay?"Sephiroth asked beside me, "Yeah... I'm fine..."I got up and ran back to the den, once inside, I locked the doors. I sat down and lit the fire, and gnawed on my arm until it started bleeding. I heard Sephiroth talking to somebody next door, then he ran over here, he must've smelled the blood... Aw crap... I walked out the door to the nearby fire pit and sat down there, occasionally licking my wound to keep it from bleeding everywhere."Cocoa, what did you do!? I smell blood!"Sephiroth sounded a bit worried, I didn't care. I was gonna be gone from this world soon, so it didn't matter."I bit myself."I responded simply, "WHY!?"That's for me to know, and you to find out."I was turning secretive again, even toward him. My crush. The person I trusted the most. I ran into my den and locked the doors again, putting my back against it. I closed my eyes and exhaled, I was safe, for now."Cocoa, open this door!"Sephiroth yelled through the door, or as I called him in my head 'Sephie'. It was my nickname for him."No."I said firmly, he was silent for a few minutes, "Open the door, please?"

"No." a bit more silence.

"Cocoa, come on, open the door!"

"No." slightly longer silence.

"Cocoa, if you don't open this door, then I'll bust it down!"

"If you bust this door down, I'll tie myself to the ceiling and choke."This time he was silent for a long time. He was choosing what to do. He chose to bust through the door, and I followed through I tangled myself in vines and started choking."No!"He tried to free me, but he couldn't break them. He did, however, pull them to the point I wasn't choking. Looking at the desperation in his eyes, I let myself down. He stared at me. His eyes were still desperate, but it was fading slowly."I did say, didn't I?"I had said, that I was going to, he must not have believed me. I mean, who would actually believe that?"I didn't believe you'd do that. Why?"Sephie asked he had a million questions swimming in his turquoise pools."I thought that... it would stop you from coming in..."I said. I was wrong."Why did you stop me from choking?"That was a good question."I don't want you dead."Sephie had answered my question. Why? Why would someone want a worthless unloveable creature like me alive? I don't deserve love. Or to live. Or good of any kind.

(Current note: My grammar and spelling were atrocious. I tried to leave some of it for effect, but getting it to coherent enough and having it be EHHH is hard.)