Mistakes: Blossoming Bruises.

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Summary: Cuts. Bruises. Loud Cries. Silent pleads for help. When two teens are forced together by fate, will they tumble into the darkening depths of teenage angst? Or take each others hearts and create one mess of a person? "When you fall down seven times, you get up eight."~ Or, So they say…


A tip.

Sharp. Tinted silver. Glistening. Taunting...

"You know you want to. Just one little slice, and you're done."

A sickening noise sounded from beneath him. The sound of metal hitting bare skin. A rush of blood flew from his body to his head, onyx eyes in a fog. A cool liquid hit his masked feet, sinking into black fabric as it deepens, unnoticed. Time stands still as the cool object trails downward, breaking soft tissue in an unsightly way.

Red...Red...Red.

Drip.

Blood pours from frozen veins.

"Does pain return, even when the hurt you once felt is no more?"

So much hurting.

On the outside, walls and masks protect.

The inside is left with a shell of a man.

A broken man.

"I'm so broken…"

Silence.

"No…You're gone, Sasuke-kun…"

A strong back hit the opposite wall as a head tilted upward, eyes almost covered entirely by long silhouetting lashes. Deep breaths are the only hint of life from the shallow being. When one is dead inside, nothing else appears real. Unfortunately, death never comes…A force was keeping this being on Earth. He believed it was Kami, in all honestly. For he never did anything harmful enough to be denied his right inside those gates, yet, he was so far gone from reality; no longer in touch with his soul, that not even the almighty one can free him from the everlasting prison.

"My name is Sasuke Uchiha. And I cut…"


The changing of people around her always made her distant; secluded in her own world. When one hides behinds books, the idea of sanctuary is dimmed as a shadow looms over what is hoped for; or on. As time passes, nothing phases those that are no longer in the world before them, but instead is in a world where nothing but fake creatures and characters exist. Those people are the ones that no one cares for; that get paid no heed.

Why?

"We're different…"

A dreaded path leads to a forsaken road. A long, winding path that is hoped to be endless. When time comes, she is greeted with a broken door, a poorly curtained window, and the site of a sickly viridian colored house that fills her senses with dread and nostalgia.

And people wondered why she despised the captivating green orbs she possessed?

A creek called into an empty house as masked feet slide onto a forbidden carpet, slipping over chilled feet as they tapped lightly against a creaky wooden floor.

Oh how she despised this floor.

A shout from a long hallway. Pounding footsteps from a far away place erupted the girl's sacred hell, pulling her into her daily nightmare.

Slap…Slap…Slap.

When one is bad, they pay the consequences.

In this case, arriving home fifteen minutes late,

Is a crime.

Pleads are never heard.

Not in a small house such as this. Where dreams lay scattered like porcelain on this wooden floor. This deadpanned "home."

"My name is Sakura Haruno, and I live with an abusive father."

One is required to fall, in order to reach paradise.

In our world,

Paradise is read only in the books before us.

For we see no paradise.

There is no sanctuary.

Only hell, in which we call life.


A gust of chilled air brushed past waist length pink locks, lifting the tresses into a flurry before a bruised girl's face. Viridian orbs danced with excitement as a mass of colored leaves moved from behind her, sweeping into the open sky in a lavish splendor.

Oh how she loved Fall.

Cold and frigid, the colors always fascinated her. Golds, Rubies, and Chestnuts filled her view as a mitted palm opened to the world. Her other hand moved to her face, placing a thin strand of pink behind her small ear as the corners of her mouth pulled upward slightly; a fixed illusion she wished would never end.

Mornings pleased her, being peaceful and quiet. No sounds emitted from the usually crowded streets. Only a select few open their side shops early, preparing for a long day of work ahead of them. These people she knew, cared for and cherished. For even a stranger's smile could brighten a day. Just one, glistening smile.

Happiness has the power to cure any heart.

A pause was all it took. A quick glance. A wave of her rose colored scarf brought her attention to an unknown figure, a man. He looked a bit older, though not a large difference. Onyx hair flowing in different directions, obsidian eyes with a piercing glow, his gaze hard and cold like the passing winds.

What seemed like hours, turned to seconds as he returned his look of curiosity towards the girl. Pink locks resembling cheery blossoms flowed down her back in waves. A ruffled red scarf with a black button up jacket and contrasting red, torn gloves. Those eyes. Those orbs made his breath hitch. Even from across a paved street, the shining emerald stood out in the open.

At that moment, they saw into each others hearts.

Their first mistake…