Runaway.
Disclaimer: I checked, and no, I still don't own Naruto. Sigh.
A/N: This is from Sasuke's perspective.
If someone told me they could grant me one wish and one only, I would ask to forget. That every single memory in my mind was wiped clean.
It would be wonderful. No concept of self, of my life, of the world. I wouldn't remember the people I'd known, the horrible things I'd done, the pain I'd caused or the pain I felt. I wouldn't have any scars.
If some one granted me that one wish, I think then, I might finally reach some state of happiness. I've always wondered whether such a thing exists, but if it does, I think that's how I'd know. There would be nothing to worry about, nothing to feel guilty over. After all how could you, when you couldn't remember what to feel guilty about? But above all, I wouldn't hurt. I wouldn't understand what it meant to be filled, day in day out, with this excruciating pain; a hatred of myself and everyone around me.
If I could forget, I could be free.
But sadly, there was no fairy godmother or genie on the sidelines waiting to fulfil my every need.
There was however my grey and dreary life, to which I had no desire to return. So I did what any logical (I may be flattering myself here) person in my situation would do.
I ran.
I pushed my legs to their limit, urging them to go faster; like a jockey whipping their horse. I could feel the muscles tightening; straining, but I didn't stop. In fact, I encouraged it, by increasing my tempo. My logic was if I was too preoccupied with exhaustion then my mind wouldn't wander to topics I'd rather avoid. And it worked. My legs were using up all the oxygen I gathered; there wasn't any spare for my brain.
I don't know when I'll stop running, I don't know if I ever will. All I know is that I'll keep moving forward; praying to God or who-ever the hell is up there that my life stays behind me.
