So guys, I had a crazy week and didn't have a lot of time to write a lot. So I though I'd at least post a little bit and hopefully update again in a couple days with more. Thanks for all t positive comments. You make me excited to post another chapter and sad when I don't have time to write.
The music recommendation for this chapter is In a Lose, Lose Situation by Emery.
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The Suicide of Love
Chapter 3
Blood. It covered, coated, and splattered across every surface and wall. The once cold wooden floors heated from the spilled blood to warm and pleasant. Blood of my kin flowed in
streams and gathered in pools nibbling my child toes. I shuffled backwards, away from the mess. I wanted out. The whimpering of the dying stained my innocent ears. Corpses piled
forming a waterfall of unceasing dark scarlet. His tall, lanky figure swiftly moved through the compound slicing through bodies with such grace, it appeared like he was performing an
ancient dance. The messy long hair that swung in a low ponytail and the ruby haunted eyes that resembled my own marked the assailant as my older brother, Itachi.
"I'm purging you all of your filth!" Itachi thundered. The response of shrieks shook me and reiterated through my mind like a skipping record. Continuing his campaign of slaughter, Itachi
sliced, snapped, punched, and stabbed his way to our parents. The closer he approached our parents, the slower my mind worked. Through my eyes, the movements of everyone became
languid. My eyes absorbed the miniscule details despite my efforts to look away and run for safety. I was transfixed in the corner under the table with all the brightly wrapped presents.
Itachi's stern face gave no indentation of remorse as he lifted his blade higher and higher. Freeze! The room was still in my mind. My eyes scanned over my parents for an eternal second.
Father stood courageously in front of mother. No vestige of fear but only pity for my brother and me. My mother embraced father from behind and stared at me the whole time. Her eyes
commanded for me to get away, to shield my soul from this horror, to remain pure. But the force of the blade severed father and mother together in one blow before I could act. In one
stroke of a blade, he cut the chords of my fate, the life I had once lived, and the person I was.
Tossing up his head to emit a loud howl, his work was finished…for now. Itachi glided to my corner and squatted before me.
"Happy birthday Sasuke." He spoke softly and smiled at me. He smiled at me. The anger, pain and trauma swelled in me until it poured out through my eyes in round, hot tears.
"I hate you." I responded evenly though my body trembled. The tears continued and I made no effort to wipe them away. Mother always knew how to soothe me but now I would never
know comfort.
"That's not nice, Sasuke. You shouldn't behave like that." Itachi chided.
"Go away! I never want to see your face again! And if I do, you better be dead like the rest of our family!" I screamed at him.
"Happy eighth birthday." He whispered and disappeared.
In my agony, I crawled to my parent's bodies. Tying my mother's arms around me, I let her blood envelop me. I imagined it was the warmth of her hug and comforted myself with delusion.
Then suddenly, my body jolted. Sleep weighed down my eyes as I compelled my eyes to absorb the afternoon light. The sterile white sheets of the school nurse's office felt rough
underneath my tight fists.
"Now that you're awake, it's time we talk." Kakashi smirked.
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So this is just a taste of the rest of the chapter. Once again, sorry about the length. I wanted to go into more depth about Sasuke's past so that him freaking out previously doesn't seem
as strange as before. Hopefully you all see the extent of how traumatized he really is beneath his façade of indifference. Much love—Kikai
