..Many apologies if its so sad. Something bad happened to me. I must vent!
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"..Just like a toy soldier.." A hand came down and knocked said toy down onto the wooden floor of a small house. His bright orange hair defied gravity, and was natural. Amber eyes looked upon the fallen soldier. Earrings Can you guess who this is?
He once had a great group of friends, whom loved him. But beyond that, he had a /best/ friend. Her name was Konan and they had never been apart. Not since birth. But he lost it all one day. Now he had no one. Left in loneliness. Pein was only twelve when everything was broken. Shattered. Done. Gone.
"Step by step, heart to heart.."
Another boy. Blond hair crept over his skull and spread over his right eye. A heap of blond hair covered his right eye, which had been carved out when he was six years old. Drunken dad home alone with a lot of knives and one little boy is not a good combination. He opened his left eye, and all he saw was white. And then people started talking. What was going on? The boy pondered before pushing his arms up, trying to rid the white. Success! But that's when he figured out what had happened. He was dead.
Deidara died when he was twelve, he had been hit by a car. The day he had confessed his love to a certain red head who returned it.
"Left right left, we all fall down.."
Laughter. In a white painted room. Psychotic laughter. 'Its all just a joke..It never happened..right? He'll call me himself and tell me!' he thought out loud, and smoothed out his hair. Brown eyes gazed at an empty wall. Tears all of a sudden condescended through them, and down his cheeks. He was lying to himself. His dreams had finally happened… Only too be snatched away from him. One of the most important people to him, had been taken by death and probably to hell. So, the red headed male, in the white room had reached for a gun in his top desk draw and put it too his temple. He wondered if it still worked after all this time.
..It did.
I killed my parents..
I sin..
I have no emotion..
I secretly wish I had no friends, so I could carry on with my life..
I left my brother, half beaten to death in the home on the night I slaughtered my family.
I am a horrible person.
Who do you think I am?
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..Jesus. I'm very very very very sorry if you had to read this, But I couldn't resist writing something.
I have, just one request. Can you please right what you love in the reviews?
I'm going insane…