A short drabble I wrote while listening to 'Glass Skin' by Dir en grey, off their new album, Uroboros. Listen to the song while you read this, and read the lyrics beforehand. You might be able to see where I'm coming from, maybe? Anyway, just listen to it while you're reading this. But there are three versions, two in English, so try and get the one from Uroboros. It doesn't talk about a merry go round, if that's any help. (Although all three are excellent songs).
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, Sasuke, or 'Glass Skin' by Dir en grey. Everything is owned by their respective owners.
Warning: character death.
One Meaning Of Just Living
It's one meaning of just living. Surviving. What's the difference between living and just living? Haven't I been living? I survived. That's all that anyone can ask. But really, what did I survive for? What was the point of surviving if I was just living? Just living… was I supposed to do something more with my life? I thought revenge was worthwhile…
I sit, slumped against a wall in my tiny cell. Dirty straw covers the floor. There's water dripping somewhere far off, and it's been driving me insane for two years. I haven't seen the light of day for longer than that. Because I was just living. I run a hand through my dirty hair. When will this act of just living be over? I'm tired of surviving. I've been surviving since I was born. It sickens me now. The cell door creaks open, and I look up.
Another of the nameless ninja who work at the prison is standing there, a scroll in his hands.
"Sasuke Uchiha, your execution orders have been signed." I stand, chains clinking around my wrists and ankles. I'm led outside, and the sun practically blinds me as I walk to the gallows, heavy chains dragging with each step. As my crimes are read out, the rough rope around my neck, I scan the crowd. No friendly faces… only other survivors. Others who were just living.
Did they consider it just living? Did they think that what they were doing was worthwhile? For years I did too. For years I survived. Until I realized that I was just living… and everything else seemed useless. I was just living… and nothing more. I close my eyes.
A sudden drop.
A sharp crack.
No more 'just living'.
No more surviving.
Only a dark, empty abyss as one meaning of just living disappears into the sky.
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