When It's Too Late
By hex!
This is an original piece.
slowly, as if he didn't know what came over him, he began to look at that tinted white face. He was so consumed by the beauty of it, that he could not control himself. Placing a hand on the warm flesh, he tilted the chin so it was facing him. Really, it was not he. He would never think of this. He would never dream of this. Yet he was doing it right now. He craved for it He could have done it to hundreds of fan girls, but no, his actions, mind, and body, soul all react to this one person. It was so confusing for him. He kept repeating in his head.
What am I doing?
What am I doing?
Then, like something possessed him, leaned down. It was not until then that he finally snapped out of it.
That was not I.
He never knew he had another side except hate, pain, sorrow, depression. Scrambling to his feet he felt a sharp, short, pain beside his heart.
I need to get out of here and now!
Heading out the door, clinging onto the wall, the sleeve caught onto a nail, clutching onto his bare, feeble skin. A small streak of crimson red formed across the broken skin.
But he still did not notice. He wanted was to be rid of this feeling, some warm sensation. He knew he did not like.
Bursting through the stone like door, rushing to the kitchen.
Scrambling through the drawer he knew too well.
Small,
Sharp,
Steel,
Edges met the bruised fingertips. Grabbing it without care. Hovered to the couch. Feeling weak, dizzy, powerless.
There's that feeling again
Never once had he had such a painful feeling before in his life. Hoping it would go away. He thought about the scene that was unforgettable. It felt so real.
It felt so cruel.
He knew he had felt this pain before. Snapping those red-blooded eyes of his. Finally realizing, that unforgetful, dreaded feeling.
It was just before he was introduced to that, cold, sharp steel. His one thing that gave him happiness
My only one chance.
As he took the "answer" to his pain, the weak horrid life, flashed before his eyes.
Clawing him like a wild tiger. It was clawing to get out. Taking his chance. he placed it on the ruff edged, already damaged, wrists and in a slow movement he ended his life…
I never thought about it. Standing here, looking at my own mutilated body. I realized that the pain I felt was only pain because I thought the real shallow, emotional pain, was pleasure. Never in my life did I think that so many un-familiar people could care for me. Me. The orphan. Cold-hearted, sad, Uchiha.
more and more entered the House of Lords, he found out what it is to feel so alive when it was too late…
hex: umm... i think it's a bit emotional. i liek it as a one-shot. my first. i do not own Sasuke Uchiha, but i really wish i did! well tell me what you think of it...
bye,bye