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First fic criticize me all you want because I know you can never find me, so HA I win! ;3 Anyways, this was supposed to me an English assignment, short stories. Just kinda tweaked "My name is Aurora" poem a tiny bit.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Naruto or any of its characters, and I also do not own 'My name is Aurora'.
It is oh so dark~
My name is Sakura
I was only five,
This was what happened,
When I was alive.
"I wish the colours would fade away."
Pain, it's what I always felt. It was such an ugly feeling, I felt ugly. She always did that to me whenever she felt like it.
Whenever I made a small mistake she will do that to me, because she likes it. I used to like the colour red, but I changed my mind after that incident.
After that, I thought that purple was the next best thing. Then I was shown wrong. After a while, I had no favourite colour.
I live in the attic, I watch people pass by all day long. The door is always locked; I grew up in the attic. I have never been outside.
What does the breeze feel like? What does the world outside smell like? What does a hug feel like?
What is it like to have friends? I probably will never know. I rub my pale arm. My skin is sheet white, with shades of angry blue, purple and a dull grey.
Sometimes I see shooting stars, and my wish was always the same. I wish with all my might that the colours will go away.
When my parents come up, I always try to hide.
My mom and dad always smell funny and sometimes they would act weird. They would stumble around and never walk in a straight line.
All I could do was watch as they stumble towards me. Pins and needles stabbing me as my nerves react to the continuous actions.
Hours went by, and they finally left. I picked up my bear, my only toy, it was old and worn out with Patches of fur falling off.
I always talked to it when no one was around; it was my only friend, my best friend.
My bear never spoke back to me, why? Doesn't it see my pain? All I could do was cry silently.
Days went by, I never made a sound. I was always living in fear. I got paranoid at every sound I heard. I loved my parents, but they don't feel the same about me. Then that day came.
The door was unlocked and she came in, my mother. She wasn't stumbling around, but her eyes were dilated.
She walked towards me and I knew something bad was about to happen. I stared into her eyes, the deep dark pits of inky blackness, the eyes of hate.
Then I saw the glinting metal in her hand, sharp, pointy, and she intended to use it on me. No, I didn't want to go.
I cowered in the corner, but she still saw me. I was shaking, shaking oh so hard.
The loud booming rang in my ears, I was breathing too fast, and my heart was beating too fast. She never took her eyes off mine.
With one quick movement, the floors bled crimson, stained with a child's life. Crimson droplets flew around me. Don't worry mommy, I'll always forgive you.
She had melted skin over her collar bone, angry bruises all over her sheet pale skin. And scars constantly reminding her of her life, and gaping hole over her heart.
The world is such an ugly place, filled with so many ugly colours. How come I can't rest in peace? I like this world a lot better, the world with no colours. The colours are gone. Everything is fading into black and white. My wish came true. My wish finally came true.
I was bad,
To go through so much harm,
But at least I died,
With my best friend in my arms.
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