Shino
It hurts. It hurts so much and Shino's legs are giving out underneath him. There's something in the air, blood? , something reeking and sour, copper and thick. Something that's making the little bumps under his skin run around, crawling… Crawling… Clench your teeth, Shino, clench them tight. It hurts. The gash on his arm hurts and he's staring up, up, up. Up and up and up until he's feeling miniscule.
"M-mother?" His voice is raspy. Course.
"Hai, Shino-kun?" She asks, her blonde hair, neat, so neat, tied behind her head in a bun that looked so tight it hurt. Wisps of blonde strands curled neatly, surrounding her face. The strands looked soft, but there was something hard, cold, so cold, about her. She is standing, and Shino noticed that he is taller then her by a head, miniscule, but she towered over him. God it hurt it hurt it hurt so much!
"What's happening…? Why…" Pain racked his body as he finally dropped down to his knees, his legs giving out underneath him. So painful… So…
"If…" She turns, disgust dripping down her face, disgust and disappointment, "If you cannot withstand the excitement of them, of such small bloodlust, then you are not worth my time."
"Mo… Mother…"
She walks away, so soft, such soft hair, her heels clicking on the tiles of the floor.
"ARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGG!"
And he is spiraling down.