Disclaimer: Don't own naruto
He stays in his room.
Blood smeared over his floors.
Dead remains of his family still exist there.
Alone.
Everyone is dead.
Alone.
He breathes.
Alone.
He lives.
Alone.
He is...
Alone.
He takes his forehead protecter and throws it at his mirror.
It shatters.
Shards soaring past his head.
He doesn't block his body.
No.
Just lets the fallen pieces strike him.
And they do.
One-by-one.
They pierce his body.
Blood now covers him.
His blood.
He's alone.
Can't save him now.
He doesn't want to be saved though.
No.
Because what's there to save?
Alone.
Ring
His door bell.
He stands up.
Walks over the broken glass that now lies on his floor.
Stabbing into his flesh.
Now one with him.
Alone.
Him and the glass.
The broken mirror.
The dead bodies.
The blood.
His blood.
And theirs.
Alone.
Ring
The door bell again.
He walks slowly.
Making sure he feels the pain.
Of every...
Last...
Piece of glass.
Making sure that every...
Last...
Drop of blood is loose.
He reaches the door.
Opens it slowly.
Showing his torn face to someone.
"Sasuke?" the gentle voice questions.
She doesn't believe that this is him.
Looks like him.
In a way.
"Hn?"
Talks like him...
Still somehow its not the same.
"Sasuke-kun." she wraps her arms around his neck.
The glass in his body puncturing farther into his skin.
He doesn't move.
Doesn't flinch.
Doesn't cry out in the agonizing pain.
He was alone.
By himself.
Just him and the bodies.
The broken glass.
The blood.
His...
And theirs.
Now he's with her.
So...
Not as alone as he thought he was.
Alone.
That stupid word.
The definiton probably says:
Alone: Uchiha Sasuke.
"Are you okay?" she asks, removing her arms from his body.
He can still feel there warmth.
Her skin.
Her smell.
In just seconds it surrounded him.
Her.
She was there.
She helped him.
She-
"Are you okay?" again she asked, swaying her pink hair out of her eyes.
"No." he pushes her out the door.
"Sasuke, let me. Let me help you."
"No." he whispers as he locks the door.
Walks back to his room.
Walking over the glass.
The bodies.
The blood.
His...
And theirs.
Shuts the door to his room.
Stare at the mirror.
Looking at himself.
Well...
Trying.
He finds it hard to look at him.
What he's become...
Alone.
Thats what he is.
Alone.
If he keeps going on like this...
Alone.
Thats what he will alway be.
Alone.
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