A rather strange little piece I wrote a while ago and unearthed tonight. A few edits, and it was post-worthy. I don't know who the character is or what Her situation is. This was sort of inspired by the character Joa in Prophecy of the Stones by Flavia Bujor. Please regard me kindly.
LIFE
by Hilaria
She doesn't know how long She's been in this small white room; the days have blurred into weeks and beyond, and to be honest, She doesn't really care. She knows there was a life outside these walls once, but with a diagnosis of a few words that life was banished forever and will never return. She rarely rises from stupor, occasionally surfacing when there is a sequence of light and sound from the dusty television in the corner.
I never had any of those things…but you were family to me!
It was the promise of a lifetime, Sakura! I will bring Sasuke back!
Why do these words, floating in from the old speakers and blurry picture, sound so familiar, like from a dream or nightmare a long time ago, like She knows them better than Her own name? Why does it feel like they come from someplace deep within Her own mind?
Giving these futile questions up as unanswerable, She succumbs to the murky swamp that is now Her mind. She doesn't know that She's succumbing for the last time.
"Someone get over here! Her heart rate is- HOLY SHIT! GET SOMEONE OVER HERE, PRONTO!"
"C'mon, honey, I know you can do it. Just one more push. Hold my hand as hard as it hurts. I know you can do it. I love you."
A faceless parent holds Her limp hand
The pregnant woman screams and holds onto a man's arm
Gloved hands manipulate cords and electrodes
The woman braces herself during one final wave of pain
And She dies.
And She is born.
Nameless hospital workers try to console grief-stricken parents as a morgue worker pulls sheets over Her head. The parents mumble unconditional denials to themselves and each other, and someone says something about funeral arrangements.
She enters the wide, bright world, and it feels unreservedly new but at the same time inexplicably familiar. The no-longer-pregnant woman smiles down at Her, and She wonders if She used to know someone who looked somewhat like that.
It is a morose funeral, mostly aged relatives and two miserable parents. There are a few school-age children who stare at the ground and grieve for their friend. An eulogy is said, and the casket is lowered into the grave. Everyone silently says goodbye to Her.
She grows up and eventually joins the Academy. Sooner or later on Her path to becoming a ninja She meets a certain blonde jinchuuriki and all of his friends. When She first sees them, She feels slight déjà vu, as if She has seen them before in a long gone memory. She voices this feeling, and they assure Her they haven't met Her before.
Her life is over, never to return.
She blissfully goes through life, never realizing what She has left behind.
She lives on.
