A Little Dose Of SasuHina Love - No. 11: The Unlucky One
He looked up with a tear-stained face and I could do nothing, but watch as he beat his fists brutally against anything within reach; breaking lamps and throwing chairs and tearing clothes, the soreness throbbing in his hands. The pain made him hysterical. His sobs thundered the walls that seemed to shrink around him, until they crumbled from the miserable echoes of his cries and he believed he was finally free.
But it was a vain delusion.
Upon his body slamming into something solid, his fingers desperately clawed into the wall where it painted bloody scratch marks, yearning for a heavenly reprieve. The boy could no longer see what was in front of him through the liquid shroud of tears and torn sense of reality.
I wanted to reach out to him, to stop this ghastly, heartrending scene from persisting, but my transparent hand passed straight through the obstacle of flesh. How could I forget I no longer exist? How could I forget I am already dead?
And this boy, stricken with agonizing grief, had just lost his best friend. Me.
(A/N): This is dedicated to you, july_winter! :) Although you've said I didn't need to, I chose to write an angsty piece anyway. This was something I actually wrote in Summer school, which I'm glad I still kept a copy.
My favorite line is: How could I forget I no longer exist? How could I forget I am already dead?
Share me your favs. :3