Author: Jannasaur
Genre(s): Tragedy / Hurt/Comfort
Fandom: NARUTO
Characters : Sasuke Uchiha
Summary:
Sasuke didn't want much, all he knew was that he wanted to end the pain and in doing so, he knew he would forget.
Rated M for:
Depressive, Suicidal themes and an emo Sasuke
Disclaimer; I don't own Naruto, nor its characters. All rights belong to Masashi Kishimoto© I make no money from this.
Scars
I traced the outlines of scars embedded on my both wrists. Each one held its own special story, and each was unique.
I sighed, feeling the warm summer breeze of salt blow through my hair. It sent strands of straw like hair into my face, often in the way of my eyes but it didn't stop me from staring out at the black ocean before me.
My feet dangled below me, the edges of rocks sticking into my legs. The edge of the cliff was sharp and rocky, and I still had no idea whether I had the courage to jump or not.
I wanted him to call me, and to tell me not to jump. I longed to hear his voice and for him to call for me from behind and tell me I had a reason to live. Really, I just wanted him to tell me that he cared more than anyone else. I didn't care if it was my mother, my father or some stranger telling me I had a reason to live, I had a meaning or that I had so much more to live for. I wanted to hear it come from his lips, and to hear only him saying it. Only he could give me the meaning of life, because he was my reason to live.
But he'll never be the one to tell me all that, because he never cared and he never will. I know I need to stop plundering around for reasons to live and to stop thinking he ever cared; because I know that deep down I was just fooling myself. I also knew that I'd never stop loving him, and just like my scars, his name was etched into my heart.
Slowly, I stood up. The heavy breeze and the uneasiness of the rocks didn't help my balance as I tried to steady myself upon the cliff. Not like it mattered whether I fell or not. I stared out at the horizon, at the blissfully lone night sky, and the very few stars that burned miles and miles away in space and the very black sea.
I didn't have anything, only my pain. All of which would no longer be attached to my soul by the time I was dead, because I knew once I was dead all human suffering was over, and my torment on earth would be brought to an end. What I didn't know was what would happen once I had gone, or where I'd go after I was dead. In such a moment of frenzy, I didn't seem to care. All I could taste was the salt air, and the same bitter salt that lingered on my wet lips.
I was finally ready and so, with a deep breath and the dropping of my eyes, I let my feet slip.
A/N: ...
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