Hey everybody! I am working on now both I'm Here and this story. I was deciding to make a one-shot but this story would be a good story for more chaps so I deciding to make this story. I will still write a one-shot but it will be a different story. XD So ill let u read this already okay? Enjoy! :)

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BetterCloud5

Thank you, Danna:

The Past is the Past

I come from a very prestigious family. My family was very rich. My parents loved me and my older sister, Ino, very much. We always went on vacations and festivals together. Ino and I were very close. She always took care of me and I always thought that she would. I thought that everything was perfect. Nothing could ruin my family. That is until Ino got very ill. I was only eight years old.

"Ino, can you play with me?"

"Sure, Dei. Lets go play hide-and-seek outside, okay?"

She gave me her genuine smile and held out her hand to guide me outside. I eagerly took it and jumped around. I accidentally tripped on my untied shoelaces and bumped into her. She fell straight forward and hit her head against the tile floor. I heard a thump and saw a lot of blood. I stood there, shocked. I was paralyzed with fear of blood. I finally regained myself and called for mom.

"MOM! THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH ONEE-CHAN, UN!"

I heard Mom come running upstairs. I had tears running down my face. My sister was bleeding a lot and I didn't know what to do. My mom called the ambulance. Ino past with a minor concussion.

I thought everything was fine but Ino got worst. She started having more incidents like the first one. She was then later diagnosed with Spinocerebellar ataxia, a disease that attacks the cerebellum. They soon start to lose how walk, talk, and write. Soon after, they become bedridden and with the current medical technology, there was no cure. My parents got her all the best doctors in the field but none helped. I couldn't believe it. I didn't want to believe it. I cried myself to sleep every night. I didn't want this disease to take my sister away from me. I believed that my sister would get better and I helped her in every way. It was painful to see my sister working so hard at her rehabilitation, but I stayed strong for her.

Then doctor told us that it was progressing faster than usual. Soon my sister could no longer walk or write. She was slowly starting to lose her voice. A year later, she was bedridden and could no longer talk. I always come home from school and always headed to the hospital. I read her stories, explained to her what happened in school, tell her what I learned, show her my drawing and sculpture that I did in art class, and explained to her why I always thought that art was fleeting. She'd always give me her genuine smile.

When Ino was the age of 16, she died and it was never the same. We never went to vacations and festivals together. My parents took it real hard and became very busy with work. I knew that they were using work as a cover up to their sadness. They thought of me as a burden. I went through a rebellious stage and my family started to fall apart. My mom and dad started fighting and soon after that they got divorce.

They never showed me love after that. I thought that if I could work up to my parents expectations, they would love me so I worked really hard. Studied. Got straight A's. Obeyed them. Joined every organization they told me to join. I soon figured out that they would never change. Never accept me again. One day, I decided to do something that would change my life forever. I knew that after I did it I could never go back. The scars would follow me everywhere I went. At the time, I was living with my mom.

That Night

"Deidara! I'm going out. Do your homework. Your grades are embarrassing. You should have a 100% for everything you do in your classes."

I heard my mom scream at me from downstairs. Then I heard the front door close. After I heard the car drive away, I got up from my bed and screamed. I punched my fists into the perfect, white wall over and over again until my fists bleed. I was now crying. I brought my hands up to my head pulled on my golden, blonde hair, but for some reason, I never had the guts to pull my hair out. It's probably because I love my hair so much. I need a glass of water. I thought to myself.

I headed downstairs slowly. I really didn't give a fuck that my hands were covered in blood. I just knew that I needed water. I grabbed a glass from the cabinet, filled it with water, and drank it all in one gulp. Once I was done, I put it down one the counter and leaned against the wall.

"Why do I feel like this?"

I slide down to the floor, crawled into a ball, and cried.

"Someone, help me."

I had this rage deep inside of me and I felt the adrenaline run through my veins. I got up, grabbed the glass that I put on the counter, and smashed it against the floor with all my strength. I watch as it shattered into a million pieces just like me. I watched as everything in my body exploded. I knew that the next thing that I was about to do would be something that I would soon come to regret.

I fell to the floor and tried to find the biggest piece of glass there was and when I succeeded, I put pressure on the glass and slowly cut my wrist. I could see the blood starting to ooze out of the cut. It was painful but I somehow felt... better. The color of blood against my golden, pale skin looked beautiful. Almost like art. Like it was... fleeting.

Well this is my first yaoi story. sorry the intro is long doesn't have that much interesting ideas. I will update really soon. Until then please review.

Love,
BetterCloud5