Okay, so this just suddenly hit me in class yesterday, and I typed it all up, so here it is.
For those of you that are (again) angry that I'm not working on my multi-chaptered story, I'm sorry. Honestly, things have been a little hectic these days and yesterday the monitor at my house basically crashed, so don't expect any updates for a while. The only reason this was posted was because I typed it up on a school computer. Unfortunately, I don't have the time to type up long chapters in a class period and do my work at the same time. But this was easy. So again, I apologize to those who are waiting for my next chapter, and hope that they will forgive me soon.
But for now, please just enjoy this short story.
I don't own Naruto.
Oh, and the lines in italics are a poem I wrote. So I do own that.
I stand there on the edge
Waiting for the World to Change
He sits on the railing of the bridge staring down into the gurgling black water below.
I wait for it to come and
Save
Me.
It looks like a black hole, a dark abyss, and he doesn't mind the thought of falling in and being erased from this world.
(Because I know you won't)
He wonders if Sasuke even got his message. Probably not; he'd be too busy with Sakura.
For I hold a thing called
Hope
He clutches the picture frame to his chest. He knows the picture by heart.
And it keeps me
Pretending
That things will get
Better.
He's twelve. Sasuke's twelve. Arms around each other. Smiling. Happy.
(That maybe you'll love me)
Before Sakura took him away...
Because I know
That the World
Light engulfs him as a car approaches, and then darkness falls once again it passes right on by.
(Or you)
He looks at his phone in hope but nobody has even tried to contact him.
Will
He clutches the frame tighter, dials Sasuke's number one last time.
(Maybe)
It rings once, twice, a third time.
Not
A fourth time. A fifth.
(Hopefully)
The answering machine kicks in.
Save
Me.
"It's Sasuke. Leave a message."
(Who am I kidding?)
"Sasuke. I...I wish...you'd..." He hangs up because he can't even find the right words to say. He wishes Sasuke would come back to him.
But I cling to my
Hope,
That tiny sliver
He holds the frame out, stares at the blurred shapes of them in the dark, the cracked glass of his holding on too tightly.
And watch
He presses down in the center of the frame, watches the glass crack and splinter and finally, shatter.
As it shatters in my
Palm
He pulls pieces of glass away and picks up the photo, dropping the frame into the gurgling water below.
(The last remaining piece of your love)
He stares at the picture and wonders where it all went wrong.
And I stand there
Watching,
He stands up on the narrow strip of concrete between the railing and the blackness, picture clutched in his hands.
As my Hope blows
Away
A gust of wind picks up and snatches the photo from his hands.
(And your love leaves me)
He reaches out for it but it too, fades into the blackness. He wasn't strong enough to hold on, he thinks, to his photo or to Sasuke.
(And I)
But his balance leaves him too, and even as his hands flail for the railing, it's too late.
Fall
He falls into the black abyss.
(And you won't be there to catch me)
Ta-da! My beautiful short story! Hope you enjoyed it and please leave a review!
And have a nice day too!