Hey people! I've decided to start writing a new story cause I've just gotten a great idea for a new one! ( it's not mentioned on my profile cause I wanted it to be a surprise. This story is a bit dark at first, but don't worry, it'll lighten up. Anyways I hope you enjoy it!
I don't own Naruto.
I guess you could say that I've never really understood death-it's not my forte. But then again I don't think that death really is anyone's forte -but I could be wrong.
So when they told me my mother had only a couple of hours left to live and that they had done all they could possibly do, I cried for hours upon hours. And as I held her hand, she told me ever so placidly, "There, there," as she stroked my hair. "It'll be alright. Don't mourn for me. Instead be happy that God has finally decided to end my suffering. And don't forget that dying is a natural part of life-everyone will go eventually. I'm just moving on, to another part of life. And although I won't be here with you in person, I'll always stay with you right here." She said pointing to my heart. "So don't cry Sakura. Don't cry."
But of course I being the most stubborn and disobedient teen on the planet, did I listen to her? Nope. Instead of being happy like my mom had asked, I was sad. Sad, mad, slightly depressed and a bunch of other stupid emotions that humans are forced to have, all balled up into one tight little bundle of emotions. I kept on crying as if I hadn't heard what my mother had said. Like the time when I was 12 and she told me to take a jacket to school because of an upcoming thunderstorm. I said, "yeah, of course," but did I listen- of course not. Instead I bolted out the door without a care in my mind. So when I walked into the house soaked to the bone and sneezing like mad, mom took care of me those 1 and a half weeks while I had pneumonia. And the best was that she didn't even say, "I told you so!" Like most people would have.
That's one of the reasons why I love my mom so much. She's not like anyone else. I totally trust her and could tell her anything from the most stupid things to the extremely important ones. And she would actually listen to me, unlike other adults who just think, "Oh she's just a silly little 16 year old. It doesn't matter whether or not I listen to what she says." Well reality check dude- IT DOES TOO MATTER!! It's us who's gonna run this place one day, so it most definitely matters! So my mom is awesome like that and I totally love everything about her. Which is one of the reasons, why I had such a hard time of letting her go.
The rest of that day at the hospital 2 days ago was a total blur (I know, I know! You must think I'm a horrible daughter to not remember my mother's final day on Earth but my head hurt badly from all the crying.) But I do remember holding her hand, squeezing out whatever life was left in her hand as she said with a faint smile, "I know you'll be strong. Don't cry…I love you Sakura." And as she said that I felt her hand go limp in mind. I did my best (which was pretty suckish mind you) to hold back all the tears I knew were just waiting to start pouring out like a Niagara Falls. Then I whispered in her ear, "Love you too mom." And gave her one last kiss on her cheek as I waited for the doctors who were keeping watch of her heartbeat to come bursting into the room………
So now I'm standing in front of her grave, like I have been all day now since the funeral ended 3 hours ago. I'm still in my all black ensemble and now it's beginning to rain like cats and dogs. But presently I could really care less. Plus my feet seem rooted to the ground somehow. I can practically hear my mom's chiding voice in my head saying, "Sakura! Get out of the rain! You don't want to catch pneumonia again do you?" (And might I add that I'm very susceptible to catching pneumonia?) I probably really should get out of here - it's already dark out, almost 8:30 pm, and it's all wet and murky out. The whole graveyard scene at night is totally cliché, but it's still sorta giving me the creeps. But I still can't seem to leave-as if there's some invisible force pulling me in just waiting for me to turn around and so that it can pop out of nowhere with a great big "BOO!" and scare the living daylights out of me (no pun intended here people.).So I guess I'll just stand here not knowing whether the wetness on my face is my tears or the rain. (I know you're all jealous of my deep, poetic soul…not.)
I suppose all of you people would like to know who you're reading about. Well people at school call me "forehead girl," and occasionally "pinky," or "pink top," but my name's Sakura Haruno. Welcome to my tragic little world. I'm 16 years old and currently a junior at Konoha High in St. Petersburg, Florida (No I do not live in Russia, but the St. Petersburg in the U.S.) but there's about 2 weeks left till summer vacation so I'll be a senior soon. When I was 8 years old, my dad and older brother died in a car accident. Then my 84 year old grandma died a year after that. And finally my mom was diagnosed with brain cancer when I was 12. My mom, who just happened to be my last living relative, was given all the best treatments we could afford. At first, she seemed to be doing pretty well. Then a year ago, things took a turn for the worst. She just kept getting sicker and sicker, practically living in the hospital now, leaving me to get a job to pay the bills and other stuff like that. I always knew that my mom was a fighter-that's why she lasted as long as she did (the doctors predicted she would lose the battle 4 months ago.) but I guess in the end she finally gave up. Anyways I'm thinking now would be a really good time to get out of the rain-it's not like mom's around to take care of me when I get pneumonia again……………………
Viola! The first chapter completed. Now I know that Konoha is no way in the US (Florida to be exact) but in order for my plans to work I need to twist stuff around. Now I have 2 ideas about how this story will turn out: Either it'll be my Mona Lisa, my Sistine Chapel, my Girl With a Pearl Earring-in other words my masterpiece. Or it'll be the death of me-my failure. So I guess we'll just wait and see. Read and review please! Adios amigos!
PS,
In case you're wondering Leonardo DaVinci did the Mona Lisa, Michelangelo did the Sistine Chapel at the Vatican in Rome and Johannes Vermeer did the Girl With a Pearl Earring.
