So, this is the remake of my story, "You are My Sunshine". Things will basically be the same, but I'm making changes, and you can already tell some by now, even after just the prologue. I'm not sure when the next chapter will be up, but look forward to it!
The girl here is my character, as is the dead guy (o-O) but everyone else isn't in this story. Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto!
You re My SunShine
Lightning flashed and thunder bellowed. It was dark and wet, the rain outside poured. Asides for the raging storm; the only other sound was a deep breathing, gasping even.
In the center of a kitchen in a small Japanese-styled home, a teenager was standing. Her eyes were wide and bloodshot, and she was the one breathing so heavily. Tears streamed out of her eyes and down her cheeks, hanging and dripping slowly under her chin. Her fingers twitched and her whole body shook. Her blue-eyed gaze stared down at the gory body a mere foot away from her. Blood leaked from the freshly killed corpse and stained the wooden floor. It was hard to see in the darkness, but when the lightning struck it could clearly be seen. That much blood was disturbing.
What was worse…
A large amount of that very same blood coated the clothes of the teenager before the scene.
As lightning flashed again, she looked down to her hands. They were stained with blood up to her wrists. More blood dribbled and trailed along her arms, but they leaked from fresh, open wounds on her own body. Deep cuts run along her inner arms and thighs. They burned with so much pain, not because of the wound itself, but because they were overtop of black and blue bruises not seen in the limited light.
After examining her hands she looked down to the dead body again. The familiar brown hair, the smell of alcohol and in one of their hands was a broken bottle. The sharp edges and ridges were bloodied as well. The cause of death could not be seen, as there were no injuries on the person's back, but she knew how they died. She had seen it happen. She had killed them with her own hands.
With her own hands, she killed her father.
Throwing her hands up to her head, she grabbed her blonde hair, huge blue eyes still starring at the dead body. She started hyperventilating, slowly shaking her head as more tears poured down her cheeks. She couldn't believe what had happened. It wasn't supposed to happen. None of this was supposed to end this way.
"What have I done?!" she finally screamed throughout the house. Thunder crackled as she took faster deep breathes. Then she finally realized…
"I have to get out. I-I have to run!" she cried, shaking her head with her eyes tightly shut.
Instantly she ran to her room. Bloody hands still shaking, she grabbed her small purse, digging through for her personal belongings.
No time.
Throwing everything back in, she just grabbed the whole bag and swooped it around and over her arm. Then she ran for the front hall of the house, slipping on the wet floor more than once. She didn't care though; she had to get out of there. If the ANBU caught her, would they listen? Would they understand her situation? They probably wouldn't.
Slipping on her black flats as quickly as she could, she looked at the hallway mirror. The image that reflected was horrific, and the lightning that flashed made her look worse. Her simple t-shirt and mini-skirt were covered in blood. Her hands were still gory, arms and legs still bleeding from her deep slashes. Her bright blonde hair was soaking wet and some locks were red from where she grabbed her hair. Lastly her face and cheeks were red and puffy, tears staining her pale-skinned face.
She sniffled, gazing into her sore eyes. This wasn't supposed to happen. And now…She didn't know what to do.
With that she took a deep breath and opened the door, preparing to run as far away as she could. But when she opened the wooden door, someone was standing right in front of her. Her eyes widened again as she stared up to the stranger. Her mouth opened and trembled, but no word came out. Unintentionally she took a shaking step back, still gazing at the person's red eyes. They looked back with no emotion, but that only made them even more intimidating.
Th-They know what I did!
Her mind couldn't think of a thing to do. Finally, instinct took over. She let out a loud scream, turning around to run away further into the house, not daring to look back. When she did, she saw that they were slowly and casually walking up to her, which made her pick up her speed. By the time she looked ahead it was too late to stop, and the slippery floor wouldn't let her anyway. Her head smacked against the wall in front of her, halting her run. Teeth clenched in pain she slowly fell down on her knees.
Groaning at the pain to her face she held a hand up, holding her forehead. Then she remembered her position. She gasped, turning her body back. The stranger from before stood in front of her, still gazing down at her with no emotion written on their pale and wet face. He towered over her, though he was shorter than her father. Still, she cried as they held each other's gaze, mind running wild with the intentions the strange man had. What was he going to do? And how was she supposed to escape?
So, please tell me what you think! Reviews are welcomed and appreciated! See ya all soon, chapter one is nearly done and should be up this weekend!