Crimson
A river of crimson liquid poured from the man's wrist. He stared down at the slits that gushed warm blood and watched it drip to the ground. Pain…the only thing real to this raven-haired man. Kuni at ready he slashed at his arm, the skin tore easily under the metal blade. Crimson jewels pooled up at the slice, he watched as they tumbled out of the cut and slid down his arm. He continued to watch as the jewels tumbled slowly to the ground, he closed his eyes and dropped his kuni. He began to ponder how he fallen this deep between the cracks into the darkness. The raven looked down at his open wrist and stared. He stared at the trail the crimson droplets had made when they slid from his cut; it was a dull red color. He moved his wrist slowly and winced from the pain that shot from the cut, deep dark pools of liquid collected at the edge of the torn skin and flowed over. He squeezed his eyes closed and let out the breath he had been holding in, he was finally okay.
Sasuke walked to the bathroom to clean up his wounds. He turned on
the tap so the water slowly leaked out; he glanced in the mirror and
inwardly flinched. He stared at him self; his skin was pale and his
eyes looked to bright. Purple bruises were under both of his eyes,
when was the last time he had slept a good night? He kept staring,
staring into his own reflections eyes…trying to find his own soul.
He no longer knew this man that stared back at him, who was he
turning into? A numb feeling pumped from his heart, the feeling
spread slowly through his veins like poison with no cure. He stared
into the reflection slowly becoming numb.
Sasuke kept staring,
his image slowly started to turn. His bright eyes turned crimson red,
his pale smooth skin glowed and scars slowly ran down his cheeks. His
hair grew longer and he blinked. The young Uchiha came face to face
with his dead brother, Itachi. His eyes widened and he stepped back,
tears pooled in his black eyes. Itachi stared back at him, a small
smile on his face, just the way he had died. "Itachi…" a small
whisper escaped Sasuke's lips. Tears fell from the man's eyes and
a sudden rage took over him, he screamed and threw his fist into the
glass. Cracks ran across the mirror splitting it into many sections,
Sasuke withdrew his bleeding fist and eyed the mirror. A broken
reflection of him self looked back at him, droplets of blood clung to
the glass shards that hung onto the cabinet door. Sasuke stared at
the reflection and blinked, this is how he felt. The cracked mirror
showed his true self…underneath he was destroyed, his soul was
cracked. The raven threw his fist into the mirror again as tears
poured from his eyes, he slammed his other fist into it and continued
to hit the mirror until there was not more glass.
Blood dripped from his spilt knuckles, glass protruded from the skin, his chest heaved with sobs. He looked into the sink and on the ground at the mess of glass and blood, a nock on his door brought him back to reality. He stood there and looked out the bathroom door, this time the nock was louder. Tears dried on his cheeks and made his face feel tight, the nock was louder again. "Sasuke…are you okay?" A soft voice floated up the stairs a floated around the Uchiha's head; panic surged through him as he looked around.
"S-sakura?" "Sasuke…are you home? I think you are because I heard a lot of banging." The Uchiha quickly started to pick up glass, not caring as the glass stuck into his skin. He didn't want his teammate to see him like this. His hands fumbled with the glass, blood was smeared everywhere and dripping over everything he touched. Tears pooled in his eyes, the panic was too much for him to take, he couldn't do it.
Outside the pink haired woman waited at the door patiently, she soon heard some clattering and footsteps within the house. She furrowed her brow slightly and reached for the doorknob, she knew he was home. Hesitantly she opened the door and paused, she shouldn't just barge in. A soft sob came from up the stairs that made Sakura freeze, "Sasuke…are you okay?" A loud clatter and tinkering sounds answered her, without thinking she dashed up the stairs. The pink haired kunoichi dashed down the hall quickly, another sob came from a room, she almost lost her footing as she stopped quickly and burst into the room. Her skilled eyes flicked around the room; her eyes slowly wandered to the ground and her heart skipped a beat.
A bloody kuni lay among crimson splashes of blood, adrenaline shot through her and her whole body prickled with fear. Sakura quickly looked towards the bathroom; her heart plummeted to the ground and fear surged through her, "Sasuke…S-Sasuke!" The said man's head shot up and stared wide eyed at the woman before him. Tears ran down his face as they stared into each other's eyes. The depth and warmth of the pink haired woman's jewel like eye's burned through the pain and darkness in the raven haired man's eyes. Sakura's lip trembled as she made her way over to Sasuke; she looked down at him as he knelt on the ground. Glass and blood littered the bathroom floor, the dark eyed man held his bloody hands in his lap and he trembled with the sobs that were trying to force there way out of him. "Sasuke…O Sasuke." Sakura knelt down next to him, making sure not to kneel on any glass and gathered the Uchiha into her arms.
The man tensed for a minute and then gladly took her warmth, he leaned into her soft body and let go.
His body heaved and shook with sobs, tears poured from his eyes. Sakura held him tightly and stroked his hair gently, "Shh…it's okay." She gently rocked him and held him tightly, tears slipped down her cheeks silently. Why would he do this, she thought.