I do not own Naruto! Or some very...strange things would happen. Let's leave it at that.
Parts of this story are dark, and will be angst-y. Just warning you. Umm, beating, suicide, depressive thinking. Two teenage 'deaths'...
He punched me in the face.
That's alright.
He picked me up and threw me against the wall, and my head hit it.
Any more?
He kicked me in the ribs and slapped me.
It's my fault, right?
He began to punch over and over again.
No problem.
I sat there. My eyes were probably lifeless. I didn't make any noise. I sat there quietly and let this man beat me. It was nothing new. It happened every day, drunk or not. This man- my father, though he doesn't deserve that title. It was either because I looked like my mother, or because I was just wrong, an accident. Only one new thing happened today. He pulled out a pocket-knife, yeah. That was definitely new. He dug it into my arm slowly, and I let out something loud and high-pitched. He just smiled, and dug it in a little deeper, then pulled it out, kicked me one last time, and walked away. I stood up, slowly, giving my body some time to cope with the new treatment. I pressed my hand over the wound, it was probably a quarter of an inch deep, and it was an inch long. I stumbled to the door, my vision blurred a little from getting hit by the wall. Some of my black, curly hair caught in a nook. Bringing my injured arm's hand up, I freed it and continued on my journey. I opened the door, and walked out. I went down the side-walk, and reached Nina's house. I knocked on the door. She, of course, answered. Her parents were traveling people. They let Nina down here, and convinced child services Nina was fine.
"Kimi..." She whispered.
She pulled me inside, and set me on the couch. Always ready, she brought some gauze over to help me. She disinfected my cut, and she winced for me. That was a thing about Nina. Whenenver she knew something hurt me, and I didn't react, she would wince or ow for me. All in all- Nina was like my sister, and her mine. She had medium brown/red hair, with dark green eyes. Whilst I had black hair and blue eyes. It was a strange shade of blue- it was very light, and people would ask me if I was blind. I, of course, got irritated each time. She wrapped the cut, and turned on the TV. Me and Nina would watch a ninja show. It was called Naruto. I liked watching the battles, and Nina was interested with the characters. She would swoon after a few of them, and I would stare at her.
"You're staying here tonight." She said, simply.
I didn't disagree, because if I did, she would force me anyways. We sat there, and then, suddenly, Nina pulled out a chocolate weapon of sorts from the show, and nibbled on it. I stared, transfixed on wherever the hell she got it. I shrugged. Nina was really into the show, and I was alright with it. I zoned out, thinking. I made it look like I was watching the show. My life sucked, I suppose. I'm really living for... I'm living for... I'm...
So I have no idea.
It didn't matter. Before I move out, that man would probably kill me. He slapped me once, then two days later, he started punching me. After a week, he started kicking. A month, throwing, and now, after two solid months of beating me, he pulled a knife. At this rate, in a year or two, I would die. That would be a full two years before I could move out at the longest period of time. Yes, me and Nina were fourteen. Suddenly, a lot started to feel pointless. Treating this wound. Sleeping at Nina's. Having fun. Being here. It would end in a year or two, anyways. My look darkened. Nina and I went to sleep in about two hours, and each minute, I probably got worse with this thinking.
I left a note for Nina.
I walked into her kitchen, and in the cupboard, was Nina's gun. She kept it, though it was illegal, to protect herself. I stared at it emptily. I grabbed it, and then walked out of the house, without looking back at Nina's sleeping form. I walked out to the woods that Nina and I had claimed as our own. I slid down into out little house made of big branches, and large leaves. I made sure to duck, so that I didn't get caught by our security briars right above the doorway. I sat on the ground, indian style, and looked at the gun. Nobody would hear, nobody would know. Nobody but Nina. I said a quick goodbye and sorry to my metaphorical sister, and put the gun in my mouth. My eyes darkened, and I cleared my head. None of those whiny thoughts. No regrets -but the one for Nina. No thoughts. No expectations.
I pulled the trigger.
I woke up with a yawn. I looked around, and Kimi wasn't in her bed. I scowled. There was a note on her pillow, and the sheets were neatly made. I looked at the note.
Nina.
Truly, I apologize.
You're the only one that will miss me. I'm sorry about your gun, too. I'm in our other home, and I'm dead.
I thought about it yesterday- that man would kill me before I could move out, anyways.
I'd die in a year or two, so there was really no reason other than you to live.
It's not that you're not enough, but sooner is always better than later.
Love you, sis.
Kimi.
I cried.
I cried as hard as I could for a long time. I decided that she wasn't dead until I saw her. I went out to our woods and went into our little home. Sure enough, Kimi was there, and she was laying there, the barrel of the gun was hanging slightly from her mouth and hand, and I grabbed her.
"Kimi. Kimi. Wake the fuck up already!" My voice cracked a little as I yelled at her.
"This isn't fucking funny, Kimi!" I screeched.
I slumped over her, and sobbed. I held one of her hands and laced my fingers with it, sobbing uncontrollably. Kimi began to fade, and that, I realized, was wrong. I started to fall, and I set my hand down hard. Then the untinkaable happened. The gun went off, and hit me. And as my vision faded, I saw that I was fading with her.
What could be happening...?
I woke up. Dead people weren't supposed to wake up. I looked around- and I was in a clearing in a forest; Nina's hand was entertwined with mine. Maybe we were in heaven?
Or hell.
No; Nina would go to heaven. I would not.
So where were we?
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