Sasuke
Arrival
I push the glass doors open. I just walk right in. I stop at the other side of the door. I could just turn around right now and leave. But I don't. I highly doubt it'll be that easy to leave. A woman in a tight blue dress and a Betty Boop voice escorts me down winding stairs and long hallways lined with stained glass. She leads me to an office.
Another older woman sits at the desk. She isn't super young, but not super old. Around...40 I'd say.
"Hello Sasuke. Welcome to the Konoha Mental Facility. My name is Mrs. Tsunade. Here, there are five levels you must complete in order to leave. The first is isolation. The rest are with other inmates here. You will be recieving councelling during your stay here. Your in the Redwood room. It is up the stairs and the first to the left."
I didn't care. It wasn't like I wanted to be here. I thought back before it was decided I would be sent here. When I thought I had enough.
I should put the gun to my head. Instant kill. Instead I put the gun to my chest, my target: my heart, protcted by lungs and bone. Should have worried less about brain damage, more about getting dead. But I didn't, and I couldn't even do that right. The bullet hit my rib cage, leaving my beating heart in one piece. I could have bled to death peacefully, if not for my mother.
"Sasuke! Please tell me you didn't do this."
She didn't ever listen to my answer, never shed a single tear.
I thought for sure she would die too, if not right there on the spot. If it wasn't from the money it would take to clean the blood-stained carpet, then from the thought of the oozing blood staining her silk white blouse.
