MLS: okay so this was just a poem/one-shot that poped into my head. it's a team 7 fic, so it can be as if naruto, sasuke or sakura wrote/thought it. i guess that's it, please r&r thanks.
declaimer:i may be creative but i'm not that talented.
~nssnssnss~
The screaming and writhing was new, but I don't care.
Nothing helps.
The agony that resides in my chest is too great to care about anything else.
But it wasn't always like this. I wasn't always in pain; I used to be able to bare it. It used to be the tiniest nagging pressure deep inside me that only came up when something really strong helped to push it to the surface, but now it comes.
Strong.
Overpowering.
Agony.
There isn't enough space inside of me to hold it all, but it refuses to leave and make more room when I give it a pathway to freedom. It hunkers down and waits. Waits to catch me. To catch me when I'm not looking and can't anticipate it and protect myself. Waiting until I have forgotten it again, so it can cause the most damage to me.
It's like fire has swallowed my stomach, heart and lungs. Making me hollow as it burns its way through me. Forcing me not to feel, not to breath, not to vomit. Leaving me empty with only smoldering remains. It's painful, and no amount of screaming and clawing and tearing can satisfy it; the pain always wants more.
But my chest will heal itself. Slowly. Quietly. But not completely. The fire has destroyed part of me beyond repair.
I am broken now. Forever, half? I hope not.
If the fire comes again it will be worse. Far worse. More agony. That's what it wants. Suffering. But it will wait for the right time. When I don't want it to come it will spring, tearing me apart again, but never fully destroying me.
It wouldn't do that.
It needs me too much.