Point Blank
Naruto frowned at his reflection in the mirror. His hair was a dull yellow and his once sun kissed skin as pale. Sea blue eyes were clouded with murky grey fog, thick and impenetrable. His eye connected with the whisker like scars that lined his face and they quickly lowered to his lips, the sight to painful for more than a mere glance. A small pink tongue darted out as an attempt to moisten his dry and cracked lips, ultimately resulting in the inevitable. Slowly he dropped his head, his hair casting a shadow over his eyes.
The shame reflected off the boy in waves, bombarding not only the room but suffocating him from the inside out. With a shaky breath , he turned around and walked out the white clad bathroom, the blank walls imitating his hollow nature.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as a black shadow swiftly dispersed out of the corner of his eye. Before he could react, Naruto was roughly knocked to the hardwood floors; hands and knees bleeding from the impact. With his face held against the cool floor and his hands bound behind his back, he struggled against his captors hold. The blond abruptly stopped however, coming to a realization.
Whats the point if it only gonna happen again?
While the intruder was having his way with him, Narutos mind wandered. He begged and begged the man to stop, the words never slipping past his sealed lips but ricocheting around and around in his head.
If anyone were watching...If anyone cared enough to see, to really see...they would notice the lifeless shell the boy had become. Just how close he was to snapping.
Even though this agonizing experience was just as traumatizing as the others, Naruto continued to exist. Heading down a dark and dangerous road with no end in sight. Just an empty cold feeling of isolation and regret confined in the embodiment of hell itself.
His eyes glistened like the surface of the ocean, salt water brimming to the edge with bitter anger and hatred, but not one tear was shed.
Whats the point?