Orochimaru patiently waited for Sasuke to join him on the bed. Sasuke hesitantly sat on the edge, until Orochimaru grabbed him and forced him under.
"Come on, Sasuke. Don't hesitate."
"Wait—I never agreed to being pushed around like this."
"You never agreed to anything, Sasuke, there is nothing to agree to."
"Fuck you, Orochimaru!" Right then, Orochimaru violently entered him.
"Ah! Fuck!"
"I'm serious Sasuke." Sasuke clenched his eyes shut, and hoped to God he could block it all out.
Sasuke woke up abruptly to a sleeping Orochimaru. The night outside was pitch black. If there was anytime for Sasuke to feel so trapped, so vulnerable, so small, and so used, now was the time. The world really came crashing down upon Sasuke. All the self hate, pain, suffering, and force was pushing him the edge, or in other words, to Orochimaru's kitchen. Sasuke must have opened 15 drawers before he found the knives. He pulled out a nice sharp one and brought back to the bed. He stood in the darkness, contemplating his next move. Then, he lifted his hand and placed the knife on Orochimaru's throat. Just when he was about to slide it across the pale neck, Sasuke threw the knife on the ground and backed into the wall. There was no way he could do this. He dressed himself, but couldn't keep his mind off of the fact that there was a knife on the floor, brought for the show with no part. Sasuke knew he was completely losing his mind when he thought that the knife sitting useless on the floor was .fair. Picking it up, he examined it. Plastic black handle, a perfect fit for his hand. The blade was stainless steel and shined to the max. It must have been new. During his examination, he almost forgot his feelings, but the thoughts came racing back. In no time, the fresh ridges of the knife were burying themselves in Sasuke's flesh. By now, the tape was gone, and cuts riddled both arms. Criss crossing and overlapping, a very strange array of "art." He just couldn't stop himself. Soon, Sasuke could barely feel his arms and the knife hit the ground once again. Balancing himself, he stood up and kept his arms pressed to his chest until he opened the door of Orochimaru's apartment. The stairs looked much steeper than they should have. Carefully, Sasuke took each step with care, until he misplaced his foot. He fell down five steps and landed on his stomach. The thud vibrated from the floor to Sasuke's head.
"Ah," he groaned. Still, Sasuke was determined to get out, so he picked himself up and pushed through the door. Then his feet stopped working. His body met his shadow as he fell into the pool of light, emanating from the street lights, eyes focused ahead at the darkness.
