Hey! Its Star again! I hope you enjoy this chapter! Please R&R!! thanx
That look... his mother's coal black eyes staring into nothingness, or perhaps something greater than man himself. That great unknown that he liked to imagine was paradise but then again you never really knew… The image had been engraved on the backs of his eyelids, so that every time he blinked or slept, Sasuke thought about his family.
A sharp knock on the door broke his reverie, and his surroundings suddenly flooded into his consciousness.
"It's Mr. Connors. Sasuke come on, I'll show you around some more!" Mr. Connors sounded too happy for his own good. Sasuke just wanted to hide in the dark confines of his room. At least nothing could go wrong if he was in here… He would be safe. The incident had scarred him. He now saw only death in life. He saw his own mortality and he was scared; scared, like never before. The sheer terror that gripped his insides at the thought of dying, of feeling his blood pump out from a fatal wound, chilled him.
His body shuddered at the thought of leaving; he would stay in his room.
Mr. Connors and various other attendants tried day after day to coerce him to join them but it was to no avail. Sasuke would not leave his room. Not wanting to force him out or make him feel uncomfortable, they brought him food and he opened the door for that. The little "hotel" room was equipped with a bathroom too, so he figured he could live like this for a while.
After about two weeks, the initial shock and fear subsided and began to be replaced with indifference. He came to loathe the sympathetic looks from the attendants as he opened the door for food. He hated the way they looked at him. Their pity, everyone's pity … it was all just so annoying. These were the thoughts of the raven-haired boy as he stared a hole in the wall.
The hole had been there since he arrived. It wasn't very big or anything, but its very presence slightly annoyed Sasuke for no particular reason. The plaster was crumbly around the hole and paint chips had fallen on the floor, dotting it with yellowish specks. He avoided stepping near it. It was about a quarter of the way up the wall and would fall at about Sasuke's shoulder had he decided to venture close enough to the hole and sit down.
He slid off the bed and walked over to the window, carefully stepping over the multitude of bible-paper cranes that had accumulated and now littered the floor. He looked outside. The boy took in his surroundings – a courtyard, some grey buildings, neon lights, scruffy trees, and a pale blue sky. When he got bored of this, because he had seen it so many times in the past few weeks and had just about memorized the view from his window, he let his eyes gaze down to his toes and to the corner of the window. A small spider was crawling up the wall. It appeared to be very busy, moving, spinning, falling, dancing. In a sense it was beautiful. Sasuke closed his eyes and relaxed in the moment - temporarily forcing himself to shut off his mind...
Thump
Sasuke craned his neck in order to face the wall where the sound had come from.
Thump
There it was again. What was that? It sounded as if someone had deliberately shoved their back against the wall and then had thrown their head up against it. Not in anger, but in frustration.
Sasuke heard a sigh come from the hole in the wall, and then a sob. He listened as the person against the wall cried softly. The wall smothered the sound so it was blurred in the air by time it reached Sasuke. The sound was picking at his heartstrings and he wanted to make it stop.
He just sat there listening to the lamentations of his next door neighbor until, finally, he felt obligated to do something. He climbed off his perch on the window and stood against the wall. Slowly, his feet slid forward and his shirt ruffled as he dropped to the floor. He made a dull thud as he hit the floor.
The sounds abruptly stopped. Sasuke could picture the person wiping their eyes and biting their lip hard to stop the sound, because a small quivering sound emerged from behind the wall, like the person was holding back the floodgate of his emotions.
"Hello?" Sasuke lifted his head slightly so it was nearer to the hole in the wall, but not directly in front of it.
"Hey," came the weak reply from the hole.
"Are you okay?" Sasuke thought that question was one of those obligatory questions that just had to be asked.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine," Although obviously he wasn't.
"It doesn't sound like it…"
"Shut the hell up. It's none of your goddamned business. You have NO IDEA!" exploded the boy from behind the wall. He had just moved in and was, like Sasuke had been, terribly afraid and alone.
"Yeah sure, whatever. I'm sure it's terrible but can you kindly shut up and stop crying. It's annoying me," Sasuke was not going to comfort this kid. He had enough to deal with. Anyway, he had a pretty good idea that no matter what he said nothing could actually placate this kid, and therefore he condemned any more conversation as pointless.
"I wasn't crying…" the boy murmured though the hole. He sniffled a bit and then fell silent. The floorboards creaked as he lifted himself off the floor, and Sasuke could hear muffled sound of squeaking bedsprings as the boy fell onto the mattress.
Sasuke stood up and walked back to the window. Again, he carefully avoided stepping on the paper cranes. He looked through the glass and saw the scene exactly as he had left it. When he turned around or looked away everything would still be there, exactly the same. His own feeling of nothingness, of worthlessness crept back. The world would keep turning even if he was not there, even if he did not exist. He sighed and closed his eyes.
The crying from next door had stopped and the room was silent except for the hum of activity from outside his window, but that was only like the shadow of an echo throughout the room.
Meanwhile the spider vigilantly worked in its corner, spinning its web; lacing the silver threads through the air like a work of art. However, for a moment the spider looked up and noticed the raven-haired boy nodding off to sleep, and, if spiders can think, this one would defiantly have wondered why a silent tear rolled down the boy's pale cheek. Then the spider turned back to its work and promptly forgot about the boy and turned it attention to attaining perfection through its silvery snare.
Yay! I really like the ending. It has symbolism! yay for symbolism! Sry this story is so depressing but I want it to be realistic and artsy. Tell me if you like it...
