I hate how the last chapter had ended. But please, continue reading. Its summer break, I now have motivation. And time.
I trudge through the thick mud, unable to feel. I think I'm on my way somewhere, and I'm alright with wandering aimlessly, as long as I don't go back.
Then, this mud starts to slowly turn into solid ground, the terrain changing. Like flipping over a new leaf. Coincidentally, I'm on my way to the leaf village. The rain village is a place that I'd gladly leave.
You had found me there. Every corner that I had turned reminded me of you, Itachi. Every single fucking damn step had a memory attached. I never paid for a fucking 2 for 1 Itachi. Nor did I agree to go with you, just to be thrown aside, into the hands of that fucking terrorist (sissy) bomber and his gay asshole fuck-buddy. Dressed me up, stripped me down like one of Pinocchio's other little wooden whores, the blonde imbecile throwing his latest 'works of art' after non-fucking-stop, over, and over; and the zombie twins; blood; and blood; the damn pentacle; fucking jashinist with ropes; and brothels,; and, and-!
No. Stop. Stop. Stop.
Hold on.
Calm down; breathe, in; out.
I'm fine; I'm stable; I'm alright, okay, good.
Do what I do (not) best; one foot in front of the other, smile, "I'm fine, and you?".
Let them see what they want to see. After all, they only see the outside.
The outside is really what matters to them. Because they don't need to worry, they have no reason, because I never explicitly told them. It's easier that way, for them, at least.
But the majority of the difficulty has to go to someone. Me.
…
Selfish? I know. I should pity those less fortunate, not myself. But sometimes, sometimes…
Sometimes.
Next chapter, the gates.
