Hey guys, wow, I can't begin to apologize. I do have reasons for why I have not posted in I dont know how many months. I especially wanna like say sorry to my friend Lora, cause she's the one whos been asking me a lot lately when im going to update. Although, Idk why she hasnt been at school recently. ANYWAYS, so first was because my little brother like broke our computer, second is, there was a death in the family. & I actually got a boyfriend so I actually had a life for a while. Lol. But, I can make time now cus I just got a computer yesterday! :DD So yeah, this one is jus like a little intro to my return so yeah. Hah. For those who actually still read my story im so surprised but happy that you waited this long for me! I wanna thank all of you for the reviews you guys left me!! I would also appreciate more to know that you are still reading. I'll start posting longer chapters by either tomorrow or thursday :)
Chapter 8.
No title; I'm BACK!
The sincere apology of her nightmare never seized to astonish her. Her dream had become more then a nightmare, a night terror of some sort and never did she believe she would wake from it. She believed that forever she would lie in the unexplainable nightmare of her fathers sarcastic, droning voice. The voice full of poison and malice.
Once upon a time she lived happily.
Once upon a time she liked living in the façade of having a loving father, but with just one blink of her eyes that oh so sweet lie and simply vanished from existence. What was she left with?
The shattered remains of a memory she once held so dear.
Wasted time.
Effortless love.
Nothing would be the same, and this night terror reminded her of such…
So when she woke from her hell, it was comforting to find her self in warm arms.
Yeah, she almost had a heart attack, remembering for certain that she had not fallen asleep in any arms at all, she half opened her eyes to see the mysterious person.
Sasuke.
& thus, her eyes opened with glistening tears, and a heavy heart and with cautious curiosity looked up at the person who had his arms slightly slung over her form.
He laid back against the wall, head slumped forward, hair in his eyes.
She looked at him with respect.
This man had tried to comfort her, even if, he had to break away from his comfort zone he had done this for her. In a vague attempt at thanking him, she simply squeezed his hand, and returned to a slight slumber, still slightly shaken from the haunting of her father.
;D & ill be here..until my bro breaks our computer again :P
YAY!
BitterSweetDestiny!
X.x.X
you say, you say, I'm only a phone call away.
but for me, this distance is decay.
so line my throat with lipstick and leave my blood for flies.
ill gurgle the blues under a sea of lies.
before you take me to sea, let me kiss the bride.
now take my body to the shore and ill wait for the tide.
X.x.X
