A/N: This is my first real fanfiction, so please be kind in critism... and i realize the writing is a bit broken.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
:Lost but Found:
I live in a dream.
A tight, close knit dream.
One that doesn't have a wall between the reality and the fantasy.
The demon of darkness surrounds me, throwing harsh words about, using me as a ping pong ball of his amusement.
I can't tell anymore when things are just a fragment of my shattered mind or when they are the real deal.
It all just melts together like the shifting sands on a beach. A destroyed beach, with skeletons of sea creatures and sea gulls that pick at the carcasses.
I would have been long gone had it not been for her though.
Her precious, warm, soft hands that guide me from the shadows when i'm falling and straying.
With her calm, light, pale, lavender eyes, she is the beacon of light.
Her navy hair and ghostly pale skin only enhances the image of an angel sent from above.
I don't understand how she's dealt with me for so long.
But her voice never harbors any harm, only healing and help.
Her voice is the one I hear over the cries my personal demon screams out at me.
Like a candle light in a cold dark room, she is my warmth and light.
When all others kept their distance, she came right up to me, to help me, to save me.
Like the time I had just arrived at the institute, tired, tied up, and confused.
She ran to me worried, not for the blue-coated monsters surrounding me on all sides, but me.
The schizophrenic.
The murderer.
The psycho.
The mad man.
The Sand man.
Her hands fluttered about, resting for a moment on my hands, for reassurance, then fluttering about to check my vital signs as my consciousness skipped about. My blood dripping down my forehead.
The last thing i remember seeing was her angelic face as a collapsed, her white eyes worried.
It amazed me how much emotion a person could project towards me that wasn't meant to hurt me and despise me.
The careful darting of her fingers as she injected the fluids that would put a cage around the demon that rested in the back of my head.
The warmth of her hand as she guided me around the institute showing me the way back to the normal world.
Even though she knew all of the things I've done in my life, never did she treat me any differently.
For her, I would do anything. I would protect her from all things harmful. For her I would anything. It was the least I could do for all she's done for me. For all the good she's done on my troubled mind.
Now, I sit upon my bed, sedated with pills, I don't fall asleep, but imagine her in my arms, peaceful, happy, and safe.
I have a flashback to the time I had seen myself in the mirror after coming to the institute. I didn't recognize my own self.
Bright, blossoming red hair. Dull but softened teal eyes. A blank expression that let on a hint of a calm mind, with a tattoo of love on his forehead.
Completely different that the wild, crimson, bloody hair that would cover his crazed eyes. His mind on the verge of collapsing.
And that mark was placed there, reminding myself of my fail attempt of suicide. I was so close to destroying myself. Too bad, I was caught by the blue coats. But that lead me to her, so perhaps it was fate for me to leave the mark of love on my forehead.
So that even when the day comes, where I have to face the truth of things, and leave for the other world, I'll remember her, and keep her close to my heart. Forever remembering the name of the one that showed me the love I've never felt.
HINATA. MY HINATA.
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