A Never Ending High School Story
Brought to you by, Bukiyo
I do not own Naruto....
I lay still on top of the small bed. Chill wind blew from the small cracks in the higher part of the wall, close to the ceiling, making the room a nice, cool temperature. My heart continue to race from the incedent a few moments ago. I had a strong feeling that I was going to die.. I closed my eyes tightly shut, trying to erase the memories of what happened. The room grew silent accept the soft wind blowing into the room. My eyes shot open, as I jolted up in the bed. "I dont get it.. Im always able to-" I whispered, trying to figure out why my mind still raced over the situation. I grabbed at my head, closing my eyes tighter, trying to forget, or, tring to remember....
Falling back onto the bed, I close my eyes lightly, letting out a small breath. I have to get out of here.... I stated, as I looked around at the room. A piece of wall fell a few inches from my face. I smiled, as I rubbed the cold sweat from my face. "Time for me to Escape this hell hole..." I mumbled, as I threw my legs off the side of the bed. Looking around, a small figure caught my eye at the door way. Narrowing my eyes, the figure became more clearer. Noticing what the figure was, I stood up, grabbing my gun, and aiming it at the door way. Walking towards the stairs, my heart racing faster than before, since i knew what was coming. I knew that that boy would appear next to me and end my life for good. But, Why now? Why here? Why me? There were many villages and many other homes that he could raid. And especially more with money to give. Unless, he's not expecting money! All these thoughts rushed through my head as I inched up the stairs. My home... Wll become my grave....
I closed my eyes tight, then jumped out from the door way. I turned around every direction, but there was no one in sight. The wind blew stronger than in the basement. The air, is more fresher with more scents and fragrances. I've never experienced this kind of feeling, the feeling of freedom. Ever since I was left here I never came from the basement, afraid of what would be outside. Atleast what I could remember. Now, I can see. I can feel. I am free.
And so I thought...
"Hey! There's someone here!" An Egyptian shouted, as he pointed a gun towards me. I raised my hands, dropping my gun to the sand sained carpet. I was out numbered by far. Atleast 15 were in my eye sight, and I could here footsteps, and language that I am not aware of. I looked at all their weopons, scanning each one carefully. Tilting my head to the side, trying to read the inscriptions on one of the guns, a bullet shot past my neck. A small drip of blood fell down my neck. Luckily it only scrapped my neck, for any closer, I'd be dead in this spot. Scared they would shot me if I tended to my wound, I kept my hands in the air. If not the boy killing me, these men will definatly make sure that i have no pulse. Closing my eyes shut tightly, I consentrated on erasing the memories of what is happening right at this moment. It's my new experiment, and, it doesn't work, nor make it any better. When I opened my eyes, a gun was pointed right in front of my face. "What is your name!?" An Egyptian spat. I narrowed my eyes, trying to remember the Egyptian language. I never realised that I actually would need to use it.
"I... Dont know.. What my name.. Is" I hesitated in Egyptian. The Egyptian narrowed his eyes, then smirked, as he lowered his gun.
"Prepare the cars! This one is coming with us!" The Egyptian shouted to the others. The only words I really understood were Prepare the cars. I sighed in relief, Hopefully they're leaving.
The sun began rising above the horizon. I suddenly became weary and tired. Falling to the ground, everything went slowly. Egyptians ran accross the room, yelling and shouting. My head began throbing viciously. I tried to put together the pieces of my vision, as I reached out for my gun. My arm fell limp to the ground in my attempt to even crawl to somewhere that i thought would be safe. But as I imagine. There are no safe places in this world of hatred, and war. This cycle of deaths and revenge will never sieze, for there is no happiness. The last thing I saw was blured figures, about two, standing in front of me. And the last thing I could hear, "Sakura" A voice called mournfully. I attempted to reach for my gun, but my arm again fell limp. There was no use. I was going to die right then, right there.
Next chapter will be up soon. Im making it as I go along, so please suggest anything!