r7:35 a.m.: Sasuke's eyes shot open.
"FUCK!" Sasuke screamed into his pillow. He had completely forgotten about last night, completely forgotten about Orochimaru. With his face buried in his pillow, he had no idea what to do, he couldn't stop the erratic beating in his chest. He had to silence his turmoil now, so he could think. Pouncing onto the floor, he stuffed his hand into the mattress and brought out his secret weapon; the razors. He sliced 3 times nest to the other 5 cuts right where his wrist began and gave of sigh of relief. What was the problem again? He smirked to himself. Everything was so much better. After getting dressed, he threw on a red and black checkered wrist band to cover the damage and trudged downstairs.
"Good morning Sasuke."
"Guten Morgen."
"since when did you know German?"
"I don't."
"Wait—what?" Awkward silence. "So ah, Sasuke, I don't remember that shirt."
"What do you mean? You and I went to the Escape the Fate concert last year, and I got this shirt."
"Right…"
"Are you trying to tell me something, Itachi?"
"Uh, no, no. What are your plans for today?"
"Not too much. Might go get coffee or something."
"That's cool."
"Yeah…"
"You're up early."
"I had to use the bathroom and ya."
"I uh see."
"Yeah. I'm gonna head out."
"Alright."
Outside, Sasuke didn't regret wearing short sleeves for it was really burning hot, but it didn't stop him from lighting a cigarette. Now, unlike most teens that smoke, Sasuke had no addiction to smoking. He did as a once in a while thing when he was thinking really hard about life. Right when he was taking a nice drag, someone appeared in front of him.
"Hello, hello Sasuke."
"What the fuck do you want Gaara."
"Did you sleep well last night?"
"The fuck do you care?"
"Orochimaru told me he was…lonely… last night. Did you perhaps, not go?" Sasuke dropped his cigarette. "Ha. You know what I'm talking about. Well, lemme tell you Sasuke, your social life is really gonna go down the drain. Really Far down. Now, he says if you visit tonight, he might be able to keep your ass from bleeding, but don't show up tonight by 11 o'clock, and you could get more problems than the social one. Alright?'
"You… you…!"
"See ya, Sasuke!" Watching gaara walk away made Sasuke feel useless. It filled him with anger. Enough anger to make his skin crave for something to open it up and calm it down.
A/N: Okay so I suppose there's a couple parts to this A/N; first, I wanna say, just in case, that past this point, there could be some triggering things for self injurers. I mean no disrespect to self injurers, for I am an ex self injurers. I'm just saying even I was slightly triggered by this, but im ok. Also, I want to thank
XxxnarusasuxxX and NaruPotterFan for being amazing reviewers! Also, if I get some outside reviews maybe one or two, I'll totally post three chapters. I'll write each one right afta the other. Also, I dyed my hair black. I'm out. P.s. quick poll: Lemon or not? If there is, I'll have to up it to mature. If it ain't I'll keep it clean…ish ;)