SCARS
Fanfic By: Lunarae
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They were like bookmarks. They showed the reader information in which an outsider would not be privy to. It was like a sign was pointing to the parts of the story that helped in its journey to the finish. However, unlike bookmarks, they could not be removed. You could say that they were more like tattoos. These bookmarks. But they aren't pretty, and most of the time the stories regarding them were not all that pleasant. Downright horrifying might be a better description.
Would you tell someone your story? Let them know why certain parts have been bookmarked. Why they are part of the reasons as to why you are the way you are.
…Yeah, I would. I would because without them, I would not have truly understand how harsh the world can be. How people can be so, so very cruel. How not even the person you thought would always be there for you, is not.
It is difficult, to view the world you once saw as a somewhat safe place for its inhabitants. Only to have that view ripped to pieces, in front of your very eyes. It sucks. Big time.
These bookmarks of mine…they tell a story in which not all the chapters were finished, only put on hiatus. They did help define me, but they did not cause my actions. They made me as the person I am today, but not how I would demonstrate it.
Confused? Well, that happens. It would very strange if you understood exactly what I was rambling on about. I mean, it isn't like you are me…are you?
No matter.
My story has only just begun.
Yet these bookmarks of mine…they have already filled up many pages.
Can I let you in on a secret?
I am only 12 years old. I have more bookmarks than a seasoned warrior.
Both visible, yet, hidden.
Would you read my story?
Narae: My disclaimer is that I do not own, nor will I ever own Naruto. Please do not forget to leave feedback! Hope you enjoyed this prologue.
