31/07/2011
withering petals
As she walked into what she knew as the Uchiha estate but now to her it was buildings that represented wasted time, regret and unrequited love. As she walked down the streets that she once knew as happiness and joy she felt that anger and sadness coming back into her system. How could he lie like that, to her face, in front of her family, in front of his family, in front of everyone? How can someone claim to love you but then just abandon you, making you feel as though you meant nothing to them, leaving you there all alone feeling like shit. He did it so well, that Sasuke. He made you feel as though he was letting you in, inch by inch but in reality he was closing you out; creating a void. Even when she tried to fill it she knew it was fruitless. In the beginning of the relationship he made her feel as though she was his whole world, like they belonged together, as though it was fate that set this up wanting them to be together.
But as she walked down the deserted street, the moonlight directing her path, with each stride she took she knew it was just him playing games with her; with her mind, with her friends, with her family, her heart. She felt the tears threatening to come out but she held it back. How could he have left her for someone whom he just met when they knew each other for years; they were childhood buddies. Their parents practically forced them to be a couple and when they finally relented they had a beautiful relationship, one full of love and friendship and understanding. She scoffed. At least that's what she thought. Who knew he was going behind her back to be with someone who wasn't even as beautiful compared to her. As she thought about it she was getting even angrier. He played her, both of them did. She knew what she was doing but she chose to go and be with him. How can someone be with someone when they already know that they were in a committed relationship?
'Because she's a slut,' she thought to herself.
She looked up at the building in front of her and felt sick. So many memories, more bad than good. She choked on a sob but quickly wiped away the tears that were trying to escape. There was no going back now; she had to do what had to be done. She walked up the front stairs, using her empty hand to get the extra key that was on top of the door frame and entered the house quietly, trying not to make any noise to alert anyone that she was here and what she was about to do. And as though someone else was controlling her she uncapped the huge bottle that she had in her hand and just started pouring it all over the house, the couch, the doors, the kitchen, everywhere. She stepped outside leaving the door open and started pouring the gasoline all over the porch and the sides of the house and when the bottle was done she started to cry but she quickly wiped it away. She lit the match and watched the flame so interested by it and is was about to blow into the wind she dropped to the ground, creating a huge fire. She looked at it with the curiosity of a child but the smile on her face said otherwise. He deserved it, they deserved it.
As she walked away running her hands through her red hair, she could hear both their cries but she relished it, holding it in her memory. This sound meant joy to her, accomplishment, and peace. She no longer woke up hoping that he would be outside her door with an apology, that he was wrong. No, she no longer felt the need for him anymore. She felt victorious, nothing could come in her way, nothing will make her feel bad because she knew deep down that she was right and that they were the wrong ones. They deserved to die, damned to hell.