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Shiver
The darkness was comforting.
It takes away the brightness that illuminated the treachery that you had to endure when the light cuts through everyday. How he wished it was thick and black, for the sake of not being able to know.
Even so, the room was not completely dark. There was a small candle that was sitting the corning, lighting up the room with a vague glow. The smoke that rose from the flames switched directions with the fire. The roof was covered with greyish soot; it seemed as if nobody had been in there for a number of years.
But there had been someone there. In fact, there was someone in it at this very moment.
This person was leaning against the wall opposite the candle. Dark black hair rested in front of blood red eyes that contained hatred and rage.
Rage for the one he had been sworn to kill.
The room was deathly silent. No movements but the smooth motions of the cold wind that blew in from the slight cracks that snaked up the walls.
This place was the definition of scary.
Sasuke did not move; if he moved, he would make himself vulnerable. He would be vulnerable to the beasts, the monsters. They would come; rip people from the inside out. But Sasuke was no stranger to these monsters. He was used to it; after all every time he walked to his house, into the compound, he saw them.
These monsters, these ghosts, it was nothing new. His family –his dead family- but not just them. The memories. The bitter memories.
The memories always brought back pain. The feeling as though you can't get rid of the violence that plagued your mind. No matter what. But, he could not escape this place. He never would be able to. The feelings that bubbled up every time his brother –that man- or his family –them-. It didn't change anything though. It never did, never would.
The fact that he could feel the claws ripping his skin, the screams that entered his ears, the pain that spread through his body. [The way it felt as if it was happening]
Everything that happened in this place was not real. [It was his mind. Dark. Twisted]
But this was as real as it got. It was life. [But not all of it]
Because everyday, it was a nightmare, it was pain, it was unbearable, and as the candle flickered and died, he was plunged into darkness.
All he could do was Shiver.