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The dark sky stroke of lightning, the clashes of thunder immediately following the electrified light, and on that single night, something that showed of innocence and fear cast itself on the streets. It was of that night that I had finally escaped back into my homelands, escaping through rice paddy field and deserts to arrive back where I was born, the forests.
I couldn't see anything in front of me, but the scenes felt right. My heart fell heavily down toward the ground and I fell with it, landing face-first down into some substance. What does it matter, I was almost dead. I was better off dead. No one I loved was alive I should be dead.
Weeks before, I had seen something so horrifying it scarred my life forever. I can't even think right anymore, not after that. Rain poured over my shoulders as I looked up at the skies; only see the brightest stars outshine the least.
There's no more energy in me …it doesn't matter. I won't be able to think right even if I live.
I should be dead.
Any other day followed another in Konoha. Everything was always the same, almost anyway, until that day where a villager wandered out beyond the gates, discovering a little girl.
He immediately brought her to the hospital and she immediately got treated, at least her injuries were. "Are you alright?" he asked, he didn't dare say her name, she was the same girl that had been marked missing years ago along with her father.
"He's not really dead, is he?" the words left her pink lips, but she never turned her head a bit to look at him.
The villager looked confused but he played along. "He's not dead," he answered, running his hand through her hair, which he found calmed her down a bit at times.
Finally, she tilted her head to look at his emerald eyes. Hard to admit, but the look in her eyes frightened him, her innocence was sudden and weird but her blue eyes showed something else, it showed that she had seen what others her age shouldn't have. "But I saw him kill him." The eyes stared at him, distant.
"I-I have to go," he stuttered, immediately leaving the room with no further intent to ever return ever again.
A girl, pink unnatural hair and emerald shining eyes jumped over a mud puddle, her brown school bag jumping by her side as she ran over to a single white building. Unknown to her, her friends watched closely at what she was doing, all suspicious at how she barely walk in the direction of her house anymore, but upon seeing the building, all of them stopped, dispersing to their own homes.
She pushed past the white door, walking past the girl at the counter. Then she entered the elevator before letting the doors open to a new floor, and then she entered one of the rooms.
"How are you, Ino?" she said, her voice trying its best to be in a sweet tone, but it still stuttered slightly from being in Ino's room in the mental institute.
The girl, presumably named Ino sat in the middle of the room, a canvas sat in front of her and she was dipping her brushes into the paints in front of her, painting onto the fresh canvas. "Hi, Sakura," she said back, her voice always distant.
Decorated around the room were the horrifying pictures that Ino had painted herself. The newest one consisted of a man with dark hair stabbing a brunette lady over the shoulder with a knife in an ally, the blood gushing from her wound as she fell to the ground. Sakura stared at the painting, almost feeling as if she was there at the scene and she nearly swore when she felt a small pain hit her shoulder, the exact spot where Ino's painting of the girl had been hit.
Sakura reached into her book bag to take out a brush. Then she stepped forward, taking some of Ino's hair in her hand and then brushed it gently as if she was her own personal life-sized doll. "Ino, I brought some food for you since you don't seem to eat the hospital's food too much." She placed the hairbrush down for a second to take a small bento box out of her book bag, setting it down on the table.
Ino continued painting as if she hadn't heard a single word at all, the colors were finally beginning to blend to reveal a painting of dead corpse being hung by the dark-haired man in all her other pictures. "Daddy…" she whispered the word slightly before continuing to paint.
"Say, 'Ahh'" Sakura said, spooning some of the curry to Ino's mouth. When she didn't receive a response, she tapped the spoon with food to Ino's lips.
"Ahh…" Ino said, her mouth opening to accept the food. Her hands began to speed up faster and faster as the painting began to become complete.
When Sakura had finally spooned the second spoonful of food, Ino's hands shook. "Ino, are you alright?" she asked, staring at the shaking pale hands. She cupped a hand under the spoon.
Ino's paintbrush was dripped of red paint and she dropped it down on the floor, pushing the chair she sat on back and she clutched her head, a look of agony on her face. Almost as if she was struck hard on the head, she fell down against the floor, fainted.
Sakura stared, sighing before she picked up Ino and placed her down on the bed, packing up what was supposed to be Ino's food. "Ino …you were missing when you were twelve …you're sixteen now and you've spent three years in this mental hellhole. When are you going to return to yourself and push your nightmares past you?" she sat on Ino's bed, brushing Ino's gentle hair back before kissing her forehead like an older sister would.
"Goodnight, Ino."
Deep in my dreams, my nightmares came true once again. The man, that man, he killed him, he killed the only person out there in the world that cared for me. Blood splattered across the white marble tiles as he pulled the trigger back, the bullet digging deep into the flesh of the person I cared so much in the world.
My father was my only family, my only family after my mother left him since another man impregnated her, and she never spoke to him again, never seeing me grow up to how I am.
My nightmares are reality when the night falls and the sky turns dark. Whenever my eyes close, my memories stirs to haunt me once again, and I can't help it.
I paint every day to get rid of them, but when I'm asleep the paintings peel from the walls and they enter my dreams, threatening to kill another person, and the next morning, they always do.
Sakura walked onto the porch of the house, but the door swung open immediately even before she had time to take out her keys. "How's Ino?" her mother asked, her mother's shoulder-length hair reminded Sakura of Ino's but it was never quite as long or soft.
"She's become even worse, I'm scared for her …she used to be the brave, confident girl I look up to," she said, her eyes were beginning to water and she tried pushing them back.
Mother wrapped her arms around Sakura. "Oh, I know, Sweetheart. She always walked you home when you were feeling sad about the mean girls in school. I'm sincerely sorry." She hugged her before pulling the book bag off Sakura.
Sakura shoveled through the book bag before her mother could completely take it away from her, taking her homework and the hairbrush. When she entered the room, her laptop screen blinked a noticeable yellow, IM's from her friends being sent one after another.
"Sakura's are you there?" a voice shouted, and then the face of Naruto and Sasuke showed up. Naruto seemed happy as usual, a grin on his face, but Sasuke looked extremely pissed.
The pink-haired girl walked over toward the laptop. "Sasuke, why is Naruto at your house?" the words left her mouth before she would think about what she said, and then another question followed her other. "Are you gay?" then she covered her mouth, feeling Sasuke's glare on the other side of the webcam.
He raised a hand to shove Naruto's head out of the camera before he said, "Your boyfriend crashed over at my house because apparently, he forgot his keys and Iruka is still out busy so he can't ask for him to open his apartment. He is your boyfriend, why would you think I would be gay with him? I won't, because for one, I'm not gay and second of all, he's completely annoying." His hand struggled to push Naruto's face out of the screen but then Naruto reached up, flicking Sasuke's forehead.
"You're looking great, Sakura, by the way I noticed you weren't walking home now a days in the direction you usually do, so where are you going?" his question was so direct it hit her hard.
A knock on the door was occasionally the sign that dinner was ready, and Sakura immediately heard it, thanking her father for picking the perfect timing. "I have to go guys! I'll tell you tomorrow, I promise!" then she slammed her laptop lid down, immediately silencing Naruto.
She walked slowly down to the kitchen, sitting at the table quietly. Her father was a teacher at the only University in Konoha, making him one of the admirable men in the village that possessed knowledge.
Looking at her face, her father already knew what was upsetting his daughter. "How is Ino?" he asked.
"She hasn't been eating …just painting horror things." She dropped her fork against her plate, making a sound throughout the room.
"I remember the first time where I found her in a pile of mud, I brought her to the hospital and when she woke up, the first question she asked was about someone dying. Truly tragic," he said, and then he looked at Sakura. "It's a shame. It's been three years and she's not healed mentally yet. Something she saw scarred her."
Once again, she felt like crying once again, but she pushed them back. "She was my first friend and she was the strongest person I knew out there in the world …now her spirit is broken." She rubbed her eyes, some tears spilling onto her hands, but she wiped the remaining tears, eating the rest of her dinner in complete silence with her mother and father.
"She doesn't deserve something like that," Sakura noted.
Her mother nodded her head, her hair spilling over her shoulders. "Yes, she truly does not."
Far away, a man with dark hair snared his teeth. "She escaped, that bitch." Then he threw a body over his shoulder, the brown hair of the women falling toward the ground. "Let me bury the body and I'll be racing off." He grunted, throwing the shovel onto the grass, placing the body aside.
He picked the shovel up, stabbing it into the earth before stepping onto the straight part of the shovel, throwing bits of dirt behind him every time he dug it back up. "She couldn't have gone far now could she." He placed a mask over his face, taking a long cutting knife to slice it against the women's body several more times.
In several hours or so, the whole was finally dug deep enough and he threw the body inside carelessly, throwing the dirt back into the whole. "I hated that brunette. Her detective mind was too smart." He spat on top of the grave, leaving the heavy shovel there.
Sasuke had finally managed to kick Naruto out of his house out of hours having to deal with him before he lost his patience. His dark eyes wandered over to the side of his computer, two photographs on either side of it.
One had twelve children smiling ready for a photo, on the other side was one of fourteen children in it in their teenage years, all also smiling.
The only difference was that in the second photo, three other children were added and one was taken away. Three siblings with unnatural looks were added in while the platinum-blonde with beautiful blue eyes was gone.
She was declared missing when she was twelve and he never saw her again. To of an honest opinion, he had always looked at her when he wanted to be reminded of his dead mother.
His mother and the girl weren't similar physically but mentally, they were basically twins at times. When people she loved surrounded her, she was so kind and caring but she could get bossy at times. Sasuke couldn't help but smile.
At times, he would even end up thinking about her. Her appearance was so unique and he couldn't help but stare at times even when he didn't mean to do it. Just so unique.
"Ino," he said, her name still fresh in her mind. "I'm still waiting for you to return, you made a promise to me when we were children. I'll find you eventually, and I know how to make you sane."
A small smile spread itself across his lips, and he turned around to see a photograph of her when she was a little child, slowly he walked toward it, laying it flat down.
"Mom," he said, calling out the word out in his room. Out of nowhere, a gust of wind appeared and a see-through form appeared in front of him. A ghost. "Hi, Mom," he said, a small smile on his face.
I just had to type this one down, this idea was unlike anything I had before.
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