Needles
.
.
.
So he picked up the needle
And stuck it in his veins
Because he thought that the only thing
He could feel was numbness.
Instead, he discovered that he was truly alive…
.00.
"You know you shouldn't be doing that…"
And he looks up and sees her, again. It's as if every time he decides to stick himself with his needles, she decides to appear.
"And you care because…?" he asks.
"…Because you know you are worth so much more than what you give yourself credit for."
He scoffs at her response; it's obvious that she has no fucking clue as to what kind of person he truly was...
He looks at her, and for once, he is finally able to catch a good glimpse of her. Long, unruly obsidian hair complimenting alabaster skin that hung from a thin petit frame. All dressed in white. Untainted and white, just like his addiction.
"What exactly are you?"
"I am nothing," she says.
He stares at her once more and asks:
"What do you mean by 'nothing'?"
"I'm just a shell; I don't exist."
He takes a glance at the syringe that he held in his hand.
How badly he wants to take another hit to his veins, and to feel that sudden rush of euphoria…
He tries to resist the urge…
…But he succumbs to the temptation.
He prepares his needle, and prods himself. He feels warm and sated, as the drug courses through him.
And the next thing he sees is black.
A knocking from his apartment door resonated throughout the entire room. He stands and briefly feels his balance give way. Walking slowly, he finally reaches the door and places his hand on the door knob, giving it a quick jerk. His face deadpanned once he saw the face on the other side.
"What the fuck do you want?"
"Now, Sasuke, is that any way to talk to your older brother?"
He scoffed.
'Cheeky bastard.'
"Aren't you going to let me in?"
"No!"
As he was about to slam the door in his brother's face, Itachi pushed his shoulder against the door, creating a game of tug of war.
"Sasuke, just give me five minutes, and I swear that I'll be out of your hair."
"Why should I?"
"Because I'm your brother, and whatever it is that is keeping you locked up in there has me worried."
"Trust me, you don't want to know."
He knew that he couldn't bear the look of disappointment on his brother's face if he were to see the sorry mess that he had become.
When he wakes up, he finds himself lying on his living room floor as morning rays entered through his apartment window. He sits himself up and allows his eyes to wander, only to lower his head and observes the site of injection from the previous night. The red patch of skin on his was itching, practically begging for more of his sweet addiction.
"What does it feel like?"
He looks up and sees the apparition again.
"What do you mean?" he asks.
"What does it feel like when you have that drug in you?"
He hesitates, not sure how to describe what he feels.
"…Good, I guess..." He pauses and gives her a quizzical look. Why is a fucking spirit so curious about the physiological effects that his addiction has over him?
"Have you ever thought about quitting?"
"All the damn time."
"Then, what's stopping you?"
…No matter how hard he thought, he couldn't come up with a good enough explanation.
Author's Note: Thank- you all for reading my first SasuHina fic on this site! Just to clear up any confusion on behalf of the summary, Hinata's role in the story is as if she's a ghost/apparition, but she isn't dead per se (I'm trying not to give too much away); right now, at the moment, it's as if she's acting as Sasuke's conscience… As far as the future development of this story, I'm planning for it to be a relatively quick read (maybe ten chapters total?). Also, don't fret: future chapters will be longer.
Reviews and constructive criticism is encouraged!
Happy Reading!
~Nilaf