I was going to die.
I knew it.
He was in front of me with his blade draped in my blood. I was in the floor, tears running down my face. I looked down and saw my outfit. I saw red where there should be white. Everywhere. Everywhere I looked; everywhere I felt; everywhere I smelled. My essence was everywhere. My blood. My sweat. My tears.
"W-why?" I struggled to get out. Oh, that's right. He had slashed at my neck.
He turned and looked at me with eyes that threw questions at me.
"It's all very simple. Sakura," he said as she grabbed hold of my arm. He picked me up by it and threw me to the wall. At least, from here, I could see him better. "I'm done using you."
"Using m-me?" I coughed blood. It was a larger amount than last time.
"Sakura. Poor, insolent Sakura. Think about it. Think about your whole life. There was never a person that you had ties to that didn't use you!"
What is he talking about?
"My mother d-didn't."
"Your mother's death was a consequence of you. She didn't want your father's way of life. When she tried to run away, he ordered her dead."
Huh? I didn't understand what he was talking about.
"N-na... Naruto. He didn't. H-he never used m-me."
Sasuke pondered that for a minute but then let out a laugh.
"How the hell do you think he's so strong now? He was the only person who let you control them and you threw him down... every time...," he emphasized. "And, now, when you need him, he's no longer there."
He was smirking at me... God, he was laughing at me; at my pathetic existence. He made me seem like if I was nothing much than a piece of paper to be use and then thrown away... over and over... and over again.
He acted like if this was a victory. How did he justify this? Did he think he was making the world a better place by destroying obsolete people? Like Itachi? Like Orochimaru? ... Like me?
I didn't have very much strength left to keep myself upright. I laid where I was. The floor was strangely comforting.
"You just don't understand, Sakura. I can't let you go and tell people."
I suddenly realized what this was all about. Tears slid from my eyes
"You did-didn't-"
"Sakura. Don't make me pity you any-"
"Y-you did-d th-is bee... cause... of..."
"Sakura, shut up."
"T-this isn't ab-bout using me..."
"Sakura, you're annoying."
"I-is thi-s ah-about what ha... ppened last-"
"Shut up!"
The last thing I felt was a sharp pain to my forehead.
From there on, I could only hear things. I heard a heavy metal drop. Then liquid falling... and then it's little drip, drip, drip. I heard footsteps fading away. And then the wind whooshing through... like a door.
There was a voice then. And then one responding to the first. I tried focusing on what they were saying, but it was useless. I knew there were two voices. One screaming- no, yelling. It was very rough and in pain; dearly in pain. The other was monotonous. The two voices were fading though. I was straining to hear them.
I gave up. Frankly, it was useless to try to fight what was coming. Even though, it was unfair.. and stupid... and selfish... and shallow... and stupid... and childish... and unforgiving.. and stupid... and pathetic... and just plain stupid.
Haha... just because he forgot protection.
So... Um... Hi? No, I'm not dead. I've just been busy with things... But, guess what? I'm out of school for the summer! Actually, I've been out of school for summer for about a month. I've just been busy with stuff... I've had this done since the last day of school... so yea, you can kill me with your bayonets and such... I know that I'm horrible and should never be allowed to write again, but, i like it too much. I'm just lazy.
Geez, I'm pathetic...
-nia
