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Maddy: And he slowly, but surely put his enormous…
Chenchennn: MADDY! WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT SMUT BEFORE CHAPTER 30?!
Maddy: Okay, okay I get it :3 Here, I'll do the disclamer for ya: Chenchennn don't own any of the characters, they all belong to Masashi Kishimoto's.
Chapter 2: The Beginning
Well that game of hers led me to my death, literally.
"What do you say to someone you absolutely hate?"
That was my exact thoughts when my dear sister slammed the door of my own house in my face. I found myself staring at the white paint, dumbfounded. This was the twelfth time she did that to me this month. I slowly made my way down the marble steps of ours stairs and walked down the path leading toward the front gate.
I sigh.
I walked past the richly decorated garden with red roses on my right and white lilacs on my left. The moon reflected its light through a fountain where water flew out of the vase a ridiculous Cupid was holding. I arrived before the front gate, a tall black and imposing metal structure. Everyone with an eye could tell that this mansion was owned by rich people-that I was rich- and admired our wealth. Well guess what? I HATE it. The smell of these red roses reminded me of my mother's perfume. The fountain made me think of my sister, with her endless love games. As for the gate, it was a reminder, a warning: I was trapped. Every day, it shows me that I am a prisoner, that I am restrained by the chains of shame and humiliation my own family set on me.
I sigh again.
There was nothing I could do but wait. Waiting. That's what I always did. I often found myself in these kind of situation, where my sister threw parties at home and didn't want to be seen with "such a bookworm freak", that I was. Today wasn't so bad thought, she at least had the decency of telling me that there was a storm coming…seconds before she left me in my LOTR T-shirts and sweatpants on the front porch.
I sigh for the third time.
I knew there was no meaning for me to just stand there like the fool everyone seemed to think I was. Thus, I simply walked away. Away from the sound of laughter. Away from the smell of teenage hormones. Away from sight of the happy, normal life I was supposed to have. I knew this was all partly my fault, being antisocial and all, but I have always hoped that someday, someone would come out and say to me:
"Everything is fine. You are loved. You are needed. You are important."
I have always hoped that that person would take me by the hand and lead me away from everything, toward somewhere better, toward somewhere I could be happy, toward paradise.
But nobody did and nobody ever will.
Every time when I walked away from this, from everyone, from her, I wanted to turn around so bad. But I knew. I knew that if I turned around and saw the image of what I wished so bad to attain but could never have, I would have a breakdown. Again.
So I ran.
I loved running, apart from Naruto, it was the only thing I actually liked and enjoyed. I loved feeling the pearls of sweat running down my neck, gliding over my skin and soaking my shirt. I loved the wind that whipped my face when I accelerated, flipping my clothes all around me. I loved feeling every muscle in my body tensing and flexing until my lungs begged for air. I loved the feeling of my sneakers hitting the concrete ground, sending splashes of water around me. I loved feeling so…ALIVE.
Then, rain started pouring. It started with a small shower, but soon became the big storm the weathercast warned the England population about.
But I didn't stop. I couldn't. I should've.
Because if I did, I would have seen that the light was red. I would have seen the enormous truck that was driving at full speed toward me. I would have heard the people screaming at me to stop. Because if I did, I wouldn't be freezed in my spot. I wouldn't get hit by that damn truck and thrown in the air.
I wouldn't be dead goddamit!
