-C H A P T E R O N E-
-The Immortal Dragon-
Gaara's pov-
In my life I made plenty of mistakes…
In my life, I regret… so many things that I have done…
Giving up my friends, and giving up my life.
Seeing him and her together… it breaks my heart.
Why are they happy, when I am so alone?
When I am so crippled?
Love.
It was taken away from me.
Ability.
Power.
My dreams– dashed.
But my life– it is still intact.
I failed to realize.
I failed to know.
My life was wasted.
Everything is falling down around me…
My will is gone, drained.
I cannot move.
I want to die.
So sweet and delicate,
Bloody sharp…
The water of this lake it is so beautiful…
Soon I shall be a part of it.
And I will finally be fulfilled.
Finally…
The water is so cold…
My blood is so warm…
Everything's going black…
It is colder down here…
Soon I'll be another person breathing dead air…
And I have no regrets.
Sakura's pov-
I wonder why my life is hell.
The violence. The anger. The hate.
A sound of flesh hitting flesh–
A fist, a foot, an entire body…
A hiss of breath at shocks of pain,
The cries and shouts for help– ignored.
The "crunch", and "crack", and "snap" of bones,
Breaking under force, one by one.
The sound of dripping,
Blood hitting the ground,
Leaving my body through numerous wounds.
A single whimper escapes my lips,
Then,
Another blow for my break of silence.
Then I am alone.
So cold.
So sore.
And so alone,
Again.
No one to help me, to hold me.
Comfort, love, and friendship are a world away.
The flashes of light as I try to move,
The pain so great that my sight darkens.
I never cry,
No matter how much I want to,
I never show weakness.
Too sore to move,
I do nothing but stare–
Even the ceiling above me bares my blood.
I slip into sleep,
Every time, just wishing for the pain to end,
Just wanting to die.
I see myself falling,
Jumping off of a cliff.
The ground disappears,
And I am flying.
I am a free bird in the sky, peaceful, happy.
Then the air rushes past;
I am falling.
The ground is getting closer,
I can see the people.
All those who hate me,
But in that moment,
I love them.
They are the ones who brought me to this bliss.
I hear my name being called,
But I could care less.
I close my eyes and wait for death.
I can picture my grave,
I can feel the ground beneath me–
It is real.
The gravestone bearing my name.
My body in a coffin.
The smell of upturned earth
Ready to fold me in its sweet embrace–
All beautiful.
The people crying–
They're all hypocrites.
I know that none of them really care.
I see them all dropping white roses on the stone–
I know I don't deserve it.
And as I lay in the troughs of sleep,
I wonder–
Am I worth it?
Honestly?
No.
