Wait, I Died?
~Prologue~
You know the saying, the one that goes- "You never know what you have until it's gone." I never put too much thought to the saying, I mean I lost many things but I never really acknowledged the loss. Even the loss of a comrade never really phased me. I was a Shinobi death was always around me; even in the presence of my own family. I also knew my own death was immenient and honestly didn't care, until the day I died.
I didn't have a life to live, or so I thought. As I looked into the eyes and faces of my teamates and Taicho I felt for once the guilt of it all.
I never got the chance to actually know my team on a personal level, I was never going to see my Okaa-san and Otou-san again, and I was never going to be there for my Imouto for when she takes her first taste of being a Kunoichi.
I could feel myself fading, dieing, as the only medic on my team screamed at me to hold on while he tried to heal my fatal wounds. I felt numb and almost didn't hear him. It was hard but I opened my eyes and looked into my teamates glistening blue-green eyes, blood covered his face- I couldn't tell if it was mine or the enemies- and he was still yelling at me.
Then my other teamate, the prodigy, came up behind the blue-green eyed one. He started yelling at him I couldn't understand what was being said until-
"She's dead just leave her." His eyes were red but not from wearyness.
Blue-green eyes was about to protest and I would have too if it weren't for the fact I couldn't move. Suddenly our Taicho order them to leave but when he made a grab for me a barrage of kunai shot out at him he didn't get hit but he left me behind. He LEFT Me BEHIND! I wasn't dead yet so why… why? Do they really hate me that much? I guess so.
