Beautiful Eyes
Chapter Four: The Massacre
I was sitting in Jiraiya's office once again. It was about three weeks after that night. Naruto didn't come when I was awake, but flowers would be stowed in a vase after I woke up. I cried every night. My memories floating around me. I didn't tell the doctors, they'd just put me to sleep but I wanted to know.
"Well, I'm happy with what you've been able to remember. The loss of your child was a memory you had forgotten and an important one to remember." I nodded, yes, it was important. "But now, this may be unorthodox but there is still a part of your memory you do not recall."
I looked at him, silently telling him that I knew I was forgetting something. There was something, something big. Something painful. Painful enough to kill me. "Sasuke, today, I'm taking you to a cemetery."
My heart was beating the whole way there. We walked quick, and slow. I moved quick, he moved slow. We stopped before two tombstones. Two bouquets were there. The names read, 'Itachi Uchiha' and 'Fugaku Uchiha' In loving memory.
My brother and father were dead. My world went black.
My life was odd, my mother would bake me things. A poor attempt at trying to make me feel better but I appreciated it. My mother and I were alone at home, my father went to attend an orchestra at my brother's school. He played the clarinet, he was good at it. I was on the phone with Naruto, it was around 10pm and soon the rest of the family would return from the outing. He and I saw each other at least once or twice a week, we didn't kiss or have sex, we just hugged for a long time.
Naruto and I were talking about his day at school, we talked all the time. We were each others comfort. After all, I lost a part of myself but he lost a part of himself too. I was laughing at one of his stories (one about how Kiba get yelled at in class for drawing a funny caricature of our homeroom teacher.) when I heard the doorbell ring.
I listened carefully, telling Naruto to wait a moment. I heard him ask me what's wrong but I did not answer. I heard the door open and my mother greeted someone in. I heard her say, "Uncle Madara, how unexpected." She closed the door, I heard it close. And then, the sound of a loud thump. I dropped the phone and ran out of my room. I slammed into the railings of the stairs and there, a man in a police uniform. 'Uncle Madara' better known as 'Dr. U' was standing there, smiling down at my mother with a brick in his hand. My mother was laying on the ground, bleeding.
I woke up in the mental institution. My arms were tied down, and I could almost feel the calming drugs pumping into my veins. It took me around two months to be able to eat again. I had fallen into a depression and the doctors were ready for it.
I sat in my bed, dead flowers in my vase. I watched them for a long time, watching the wilted leave wilt. They had no color and had no life. A man came over one day and he threw the flowers out for me, fore some reason I couldn't do it myself. He then sat down.
"How have you been, Sasuke?" He asked, "I'm," I looked at the flowers in the garbage, dead and wilted. "I should have just let him take me." I whispered and the man didn't move nor say anything for a long while. "If I had just let him have me noo one would get hurt."
"He would have killed you, Sauke. This is not your fault, this man is the only one to blame." He tried to sooth me. Silent tears slipped from my eyes as I listened. It never helped, why would it? Who he was, I did not know.
"My name is Umino Iruka. I'm a...good friend of Kakashi. Do you remember him?" He introduced and my hands clenched. I'd never forget to asshole that didn't understand. I nodded with spite in my eyes. "Please don't look like that. You see Sasuke, Kakashi told me about what happened. Do you know what I did? I confronted him about it. No matter how much he sympathizes with Naruto, he needed to understand that you are the only real direct victim." He touched my white hands, white from clenching so hard. They released a bit.
He continued, "Kakashi isn't a professional at dealing with mentally unstable patients. He reacted in consequence to his limited knowledge on it." I frowned. "I'm not crazy. I'm not crazy." I said. He smiled. "I ask for you to forgive him for his ignorance. And, I ask you to let me help you."
"Help me?"
"Yes. I'm here to help you, I've dealt with patients like you before and I feel like my organic methods will benefit you greatly. I've arranged things with the institution and they told me it would be alright for me to work with you on Tuesdays." He was smiling.
I looked out my window, peering out at the dark sky. Then, I smiled. "You know, I hate men." I said and his eyes widened. "Pardon me?" He stuttered. I looked at him.
"It's funny because I'm also a man but I hate men. That's funny isn't it?" I laughed. "You see, men only hurt me. They always hurt me. My brother and father left me, they are dead and you know who killed them? My insane uncle. Hurting me over and over and over again. What's next?" I laughed again.
"Oh yeah, Naruto left me. I've hurt him. Hurt him bad. And now here you are, saying you can help me? But you know what's really funny. No one can help me. No one. No one!" I screamed, my mind setting him on fire, everything on fire. This hospital on fire. Turning everything into my own hell.
He looked startled, scared. Really scared. Doctors ran in, hearing me scream. I thrashed against their hands. How dare they touch me. How dare they touch me. No one can touch me. They pumped me full of those numbing drugs and my breathing slowed.
My heart beat slowed, he was standing there. Standing above my mother, his eyes locked on mine. Locking me to this spot above the stairs. He dropped his weapon, a smile on his face.
Two Months Later.
When I woke up, my wrist were wrapped. Blood tainting the white bandages. The flowers outside were gone. So innocent they were. So innocent I was. Someone came by today, he had short dark hair. I don't remember him well, the drugs are starting to get to me. I don't remember him well but he was warm when he hugged me. He whispered a prayer into my hair, telling God to save me. Save me. Who's going to save me?
I asked him who he was and he said he'd been here before. He said his name was Sai. I didn't remember, I didn't have my book. I threw it away. I remember that. I remember throwing it away. It had all my painful memories in it. So many painful memories, so many dead flowers piling atop of me. Couldn't (Mai?) see them? I asked him if he felt the dead flowers atop me. If he could see the thorns digging into my heart.
"Dear God." He sobbed out and my head lolled from side to side. "What happened, Sasuke?" He ran his fingers through my hair and I sighed in relief. A doctor came in, they were talking as I tried to pry the flowers off my body. They were so dull and dead. They weren't in my vase. They weren't in my vase. But the sun was shinning outside, that made me happy. So happy. I looked outside as they spoke, my hands restrained.
"He won't recover. He won't remember without it killing him." The doctor said and I smiled at the sun. What a nice day.
One year later.
Apparently, it's my birthday today! They let me out into the courtyard, with the pretty flowers. They were on fresh dirt they said, the doctor said they were replanted. They watched me while I watched the flowers. I smelled them, they were so pretty. I frowned when I saw a single dead flower at the end of the flower patch. A dead flower, I crawled in the dirt towards it, smushing the other ones. I was crying as I cradled it to my chest, poor flower. My poor flower, dead and abandoned.
The doctors pulled me out of the flowers and I pushed them off me. Holding the flower close. They brought me back to my room and someone was sitting on my bed. I walked around and set the flower in the vase. "Who are you?" I asked the blond man. He sobbed. And I frowned. "Why are you sad?"
The blond man let out a small cry, burying his face in his hands and I smiled. Knowing that I had something to give him. I handed him the dead flower. "Here, you can have this. It's dead and abandoned but if you have it, it won't be so lonely and maybe you won't be either." I said.
He grabbed it and held it to his chest. I sat on my bed, beside him. He was tall, really tall. Some of the doctors here were tall too. He was nice, he told me about how he was in law school. He told me about his friends and I just smiled. "You're life seems really fun!" I exclaimed, jumping up. The thought of getting to have so many good friends laughing and playing around was like a dream. A dream. Everything outside was a dream.
He looked at me, staring at me. Until someone else came in. A dark haired man. I knew him, he came all the time. He talked to me, hugged me and told me that he was going to take me home some day. "Sai!" I called happily but the room was weird, thorns were on the floor and it was cold. No flowers could grow.
"What are you doing here?" Sai said to the blond man who set the flower on the bed and stood. He towered over me, over the room. He was so big, so tall. If he went outside, I'm sure he could touch the sky.
"I came here to see my wife." The blond man sounded mad. I grabbed the flower and pushed myself into the corner of the room, they were going to hurt us. The thorns were coming closer. The pain was edging towards me. "Stop it..." I muttered, wide eyed.
"He's not anything to you, you abandoned him." Sai looked at me. I looked back, the thorns were covering him. Wrapping around his legs.
"I did what was best for him!" His yell was so loud, the walls erupted, and thorns surrounded everything. Painful spikes pierced my arms, littering them with holes. Blue liquid slipped out. Blue, blue like the sky. The thorns spoke words with every prickle, the room was so loud. They spoke in many voices. About things I did not understand.
Sai grew closer.
Madara grew closer, his fist clenched.
The flower fell. I clutched my head, the thorns prickled my skin. "Stop!" I shouted weakly and the blond haired man mouth opened."I love you, Sasuke." "Our baby isn't disgusting." "I'll protect you." "I'll always protect you."
My eyes opened, "Naruto..." My head was pounding as I reached but fell to the floor. The men stopped, Naruto and Sai. Friends. They were friends. Warm arms wrapped around me, holding me to a warm chest. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry" Naruto whispered, running his fingers through my hair. The thorns prickled at my heart, seeping into the gushing blue holes. My soul slipping from my fingers.
"Naruto...I want to go home." I mumbled, turning in his chest to escape the thorns that were hurting my brain. Sai said something, the warms arms turned cold. I was set down. Beside my flower, dead and covered in thorns. It hurt. They pierced my every nerve. I shut my eyes, hearing loud groans. Things getting thrown. Warm liquid and then silence. I went to sleep.
"SOMEONE HELP ME!" I screamed as I ran into my room. I locked the door, scared. Oh so scared. Madara pounded on the door. The sound piercing through my ears as I crumbled onto the floor, my hands pressed against my ears to stop the sound and the vulgarity. Stop it. Stop it. It stopped. He stopped.
Pressing my ear against the door, I listened. Listened to his steps down the stairs. Listening to him walk. I breathed in, hysterical. Help me. Help me. My phone, Naruto. Naruto! I ran to my cell that was left on the ground. Naruto was screaming on the phone. "Naruto...N-Naruto..." I whispered, crying. "He's here...He's here Naruto. He hurt my mom, call the police please." I cried.
"Baby, stay hidden!" He spoke to someone else on his end and I pause as a heard him beat on something. "NARUTO, HE'S HURTING MY MOM" I cried, I screamed. I didn't care. Please, make this stop. I begged God.
I heard the devil speak.