I don't wanna know, if your playin me, keep it on the low….. Cause my heart cant take it anymore….And if your creepin…please don't let it show….
Heh. This is an amazing song, and it doesn't have better timing. Its been going on for three months. Before he asked me out, I used to write in my journal "Mrs. Yuuki Uchiha" all over the cover. Sasuke, I thought you were the best thing in my life besides my best friend Zero, my brother Kaname. I thought you were part of the light that could bright up the darkness in my heart that began after my parents and sister died. Apparently I was nothing but a toy to , I got news for you Mr. Uchiha, if you thought I was gonna let it slide and keep running back to you after you cheat on me, you thought wrong. Sigh, if only I can think about the good memories we shared, but I can't. All I see is the light in my heart dying, anger building, and nearly on the verge of revenge.
3 Months before
"Happy Anniversary Yuuki" My head shot up from my desk and met the lips of the love of my life. I grinned and kissed back. "Happy Anniversary baby!" Sasuke Uchiha, the light in my darkness, my lover, boyfriend, whatever you call it. Bottom line is, he's my boyfriend. No one elses. Just mine. Or, at least thats what I thought. "Listen, my mom needs me tonight, so we won't be able have dinner...But heres you gift. See you later." And with that, he left the classroom. He didnt want to even take my gift to him. Well, maybe i should go and give it to him. I got up from my seat, grabbed my gift, and followed to him. I stopped mid-step, feeling my eyes widen. Sasuke...was making out with Sakura, his ex girlfriend. I dropped the little box, ran to my dorm. I'm pretty sure he saw me, cause he kept calling my name. Straight into my room, and the tears wouldn't stop falling from my eyes.
I cried for three days. I was such a mess. It was four days after my heart broke, and I needed get it together. But I couldn't. I walked into my bathroom with scissors in my hand. My long, chocolate brown hair was at my waist. I started to cut. All that was left of my hair was at my shoulders, maybe. But just about. I looked into the mirror, and saw my eyes were blood red. I looked disgusting. Anger grew in my chest and whatever was in my hand at the moment had been throw into the mirror. The glass shattered, and then I realized...