Seeing the Ghost

A/N: This is the second chapter. It's not as good as the first chapter, but hey, it's still creepy. So yeah. Go ahead and read.

(Oh, it's in Sasuke's POV.)

My world shuts down.

A blackout in my head swirls around and creates a void. Light doesn't shine; it just keeps out of this dark void. Even light can be afraid of something. It's afraid of the cold.

It's afraid of the dark.

Do you see my eyes?

Eyes, eyes, eyes.

Orochimaru once had eyes. Eyes that saw things that weren't there. Hallucinations formed around his brain and covered his world with things that rebelled reality. Itachi never had eyes. His broody Mangekyou Sharingan isn't eyes. They stare with blindness that sees through everything and nothing. When I didn't want to kill Naruto, I wanted to gain power my way.

Now that I think about it, I've lost my eyes as well.

Perhaps that was my brother's intention. And I fell for it. Whichever way I direct myself, he seems to be in the way.

Marr my pretty nasty face again and again…

I don't remember if I'm dead or alive. Can a person be both?

A person; maybe. But I'm not a person anymore. My humanly morals evanesced into something called the void in my heart. I should be dead, but my organs send blood to the wrong places, reaching my eyes and my fingernails. Bloody fingernails.

Do you know…?

I saw Naruto a few days ago. He had no ankles. He had a chalky facial condition. I think he might be sick. Then he smiled at me, the same old smile that I used to know. But this one peaceful and troubled all at the same time. I almost smiled back, to assure my noticing him. But I didn't. I half feel horrible because I didn't.

Most important thing, though…

He had no eyes. I stared at him with these eyes that are not eyes. Just like the way Orochimaru stares at the walls of his apathetic headquarters.

You might think this is a diary. You don't know how I'm telling you this, but it's not like I know how I'm doing it. I'm trapped. I can't move. Is this claustrophobia?

My insides are glued together and the shell of this body begins to crack, like Gaara. Except, it doesn't crack. It stays still. It just feels as though it's cracking. Am I growing fangs? Naruto has fangs that pierce through skin. Skin is so vulnerable. It bleeds like the heart. My heart stopped beating.

I see him again.

He spoke sweet nothings to me.

Scream into my ears until they bleed to death.

Naruto. I see him. He stares without his eyes and his ankles. He cracks open a smile and motions for me to come. But I don't.

Sooner or later, I lose my ankles. But not my eyes.

I already lost those.

A/N: It may seem rushed, but this is Sasuke THINKING. That means it might not make sense because thinking doesn't always stay in one topic. I hope you enjoyed...

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