I opened my eyes and scanned the view before me. It was very dark, and trees surrounded me. It was very nostalgic. I heard a squeak of a girl and turned around to see someone with long, black hair that covered her face and a man covered by darkness tugging at her wrist violently. She writhed and shook to get herself away, and before she knew it, was slammed against one of the nearby trees. I tried to move, to speak, to scream... but I could do nothing. They didn't react to me, either. It was like I wasn't even there...
Suddenly, the girl whipped her head around, trying to escape the man's hold on her arms which were keeping her pinned against the tree, and I saw her face. Her radiant blue eyes shone fear and slight confusion, but I recognized them nonetheless... It was me. And when the man moved forward emotionless to kiss my lips, his face emerged from the shadows to reveal Uchiha Itachi.
What was happening? Why was I back here, watching him take me? I hadn't had a dream even remotely like this in years... but here I was, seeing him – watching him rape me. Again.
I screamed, but there was no sound. The silence just made my heart thump faster, leap from my chest. Everything slowed down, and all I could hear were the slurping sounds of him kissing me forcefully. I felt tears form in my eyes, but they never fell down my cheeks. This feeling of not being able to express an emotion that you need to... It was almost as horrible as the sight. I couldn't breathe when I saw him slip off the straps of my bright blue dress. It slid down my body, and I wasn't able to look away, like my eyes were lock and I was stuck without a key.
I remember craving his touches, but wanting them to stop, too. I remember his sleek, beautiful body, but hating when it pressed against mine. I felt so ashamed, being felt and violated like this by someone I barely knew. I wasn't even special... just a dim girl who was stupid enough to go walking alone at night at a time he felt the need to express his deep angst and hatred. My mind froze when I saw him reach into his own pants, and I tried to scream again. I'd never seen it, nor did I want to now. I purposely kept my eyes straight ahead in order to preserve the little innocence that could possibly be kept in tact after in incident such as this.
I finally mustered the energy to shut my eyes and scream, the sound relieved me, but also hurt my ears. When my eyes opened again, I was back in bed, my body drenched in sweat, and my cheeks soaked in tears. My throat was killing me, and my eyes blurred with leftover tears. I was shaking with fear, and I immediately felt hot. I jumped, hearing my door burst open. I saw Shikamaru's shadow approaching my bed, and I relaxed very slightly.
"Arisa, what the hell happened? Are you alright?" He put his hand on my forehead and said, "You're burning up... I'll go grab a wet cloth." He turned to leave, but I instinctively grabbed his arm. He understood and sat on the edge of my bed. "So," he said finally, "Care to explain?"
"I...Itachi..." I whispered. I noticed his eyes grew wide, and he took my hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing it.
"You're safe. I won't go anywhere until dawn." His words reassured me, and I closed my eyes slowly. Before I drifted to sleep, I heard him mutter, "Troublesome sister..."
And I smiled.
