This was something I came up with on a whim. Rewritten, hope you like it! ^^
His fingers twitched once, and then twice. Eyelids flutters open to reveal cerulean orbs. He blinks a few times as he adjusts to the light.
White; that's all he sees. Aside from the occasional spot of color here and there, everything else was white. The walls, the ceiling, the floor, the curtains, the tables, the sheets, everything was white, not unlike an asylum, or at least, what he thinks an asylum would look like.
The only sound he hears in the room of white was the dull, repetitive beeping he hears from his right, which he comes to realize that it was the machine detecting his heartbeat. He then realizes that he was in a hospital.
As he tries to sit up, he grunts as he feels several sources of sharp stinging pain on his arms, and he looks down to see tubes attached to him by his arms. His brows furrows as he tugs at the tubes, pulling them out. He then notices bandages on his arms, and he wonders what had happened. But as he tries to recall, his head starts to throb painfully and he feels like something was trying to block him from remembering.
He temporarily gives up to glance around the room. His attention was immediately drawn to the white vase containing flowers. In the plain white room, the vibrant colours of the flowers stood out painfully. His lip twitches upwards at the thought of someone bothering to visit him and bring him flowers.
His attention was then brought to the lone window of the hospital ward, covered by a white curtain, through which light was filtering through. He places both feet on the ground, peels the sheets off him, and pushes himself up, attempting to stand. It takes a bit of effort, and he assumes that he has been in a coma, and for quite a while seeing as his muscles haven't been used for quite some time. He stretches a bit before placing a foot forward one step, and he nearly falls back down. One step at a time, he walks toward the window.
As he reaches, he pulls open the window, and was momentarily blinded by the sudden brightness shining on his eyes. He stares out at the surroundings, at the petals dancing around playfully in the wind, flowers in full bloom, realizing that it was spring. He subconsciously notes that he was quite high up, and least 10 stories or more. He pushes open the window, and feels a gentle wind blowing on his face. He closes his eyes, enjoying the breeze and the sweet smell of spring for a moment, before he opens them again. He places a hand out of the window, and smiles at the sight of a sakura petal falling into his palm. He brings the arm back towards him, and stares down at the petal, feeling a sudden forgetfulness. He feels like he's being reminded of something; of someone. He faintly recalls a girl with hair the same shade as the sakura petal, smiling at him, but her face was missing. He clutches his head as a sudden onslaught of pain hits him, and the sakura petal was crushed in his fist.
As the pain starts to fade away, he opens his palm again to see a crushed petal, and he somehow feels lonely. A drop of water hits him palm, and he brings up the other hand to his face, realizing that he's crying. He doesn't know why, but he feels sad, empty, as if he's forgetting something important. But what was it? Before he realizes it, he whispers out, "Sakura…"
And all of a sudden, his memories come rushing back to him, and he clutches his head as the memories all play in his mind. He remembers why he was here.
He furiously rips out the bandages on both his arms, tearing open wounds, and he thinks bitterly, "Why am I still alive?"
He watches, satisfied, as blood spills out of his wounds, down his arms, and onto the ground. He cringes a little at the pain, but thinks that it was nothing compared to what he felt inside. And now he feels hollow. He smiles a crooked smile.
He lifts his head and continues to stare out the window with complete disregard to the wound. Both his hands were hanging by his side, blood slowly travelling down his palms, down his fingers, and dripping onto the floor. Soon, there were pools of blood by his side, and right in the middle was a sakura petal, crushed, and stained with his blood.
He hears footsteps nearing his ward, and then stopping right outside. He wonders who it was, and subconsciously, he knew that there could only be one person. He doesn't turn around to check who it was; he doesn't care. He wonders why the person didn't do anything.
As he gazes out the open window, he whispers an apology, lost in the wind. "I'm sorry." He feels empty, as if he doesn't exist, he feels despair, grief, and he wants to die, and most of all, he feels regret.
Tears continue to stream down his cheeks as he took a step forward, placing both arms on the window sill as he lifts himself up. With body halfway out the window, he voices out loud to both the visitor and to himself, as if trying to convince, "There's no turning back now." He pushes himself forward a bit, and then he hears a familiar voice screaming his name.
He turns his head to look at the visitor for the first time, and isn't surprised to see who it was. "Goodbye, Sasuke," he bids one last farewell, and tries to give his best smile. He pushes himself forward and out of the window, and he feels himself falling at a high speed, wind rushing past him. He feels as if he was flying, even if only for just a short moment.
They say that right before you die your life flashes before you. He doesn't see his life flashing before him, instead, all that occupies his mind was that one face, that pink hair and those beautiful emerald eyes. He whispers one last time, his last word, "Sakura…"
As he falls, the last face he sees, though, was Sasuke's desperate, sorrowful, lonely, and crying face. He regrets a little, feeling selfish for leaving Sasuke like this. But he couldn't turn back, there was nowhere else for him to go, no path except this. He shuts his eyes to rest. The last words and last voice he hears is a despair and grief filled scream that echoes in his head, "NARUTO!"
And for that last split second of his life, he wonders if he should have done this.
End of first part. One more chapter to go. :) Next chapter would be Sasuke's POV. Leave a review to tell me what you think!