Hurting
By: Kiara Adachi
Chapter 2: Freedom
A/N: KK, I got obsessed with this story, and wrote this from 11:30 p.m. (when Naruto was over) till 2:00 a.m., editing out the mistakes, smoothing out parts that seemed too sharp, and things like that. So I hope you like it...
An another note; This chapter is less real to me than the one before it, for I have never really slipped into a point of insane madness like this. (You'll see what I'm talking about)
Kiara groaned and turned over. She saw the light of the sun through her eyelids, and moaned. Then her mind began to run.
'I'm supposed to be cooking!' she thought, springing up in bed. A sharp pain shot through her arm and with a small scream, she fell back. She remembering the events of the night before.
As the light shone through the window and hit her face, she breathed in the fresh air. She felt another sharp pain in her arm, and glanced at it. Fresh crimson blood seeped through the bandages that Haku had wrapped her arm in. She figured she had re-opened the wound when she had sat up.
"Haku..." she said, but got no answer. She turned her head and looked around the room, but there was no Haku to be found.
She sighed and forced herself to sit up, and she looked towards the place were Haku kept his medical supplies.
"I'll just have to do it myself." she said, wobbly standing up, and leaning upon anything that could support the weight of her hurt leg. Slowly, but surely, she crossed the room to the spot, and took out the medical kit. Then she carefully sat down; her good leg under her, and the other out to the side.
She reached into the kit and got the medical wrap. She then attempted to unwrap the old bandage off her arm, and eventually succeeded. But when she did, the blood began to run down her arm. She began to reach for a cloth, and to stop the bleeding, but froze. Her eyes wondered back into the blood, and she watched in run down her arm, and drip upon the floor. And for a while, she just sat there, staring, captivated, but the glistening crimson lake, and the river that flowed down her arm, ever so freely, into it.
Free. That was a confusing word to her. She wondered what it felt like to be free. She could barely remember when she had once been free, but even the few memories she had, where very distant. For her freedom had been taken from her, that one night, when she was only four.
(Here comes a flashback)
One that tragic night, her father had gotten drunk, perhaps on sake, or something along those lines. But nonetheless, he had drunken too much, and her mother had just happened to make him angry. In a mad rage, he her mother's vase, took one of the shards, and went after her. Her mother screamed to Kiara to escape, and she had ran into her room, and closed the door, hiding under the covers of her bed.
But the mangled screams were still imprinted into her mind. The horror she had felt when she heard it all. But what seemed like an eternity, was only about a minute or two. And then, her mother had stopped screaming, and even Kiara's four-year-old mind knew what had happened; her mother was gone.
Then she waited, tears running quickly down her cheeks, until her father came into the room. He acted as if nothing had really happened, and told her to grab her clothes, so they could go on a "trip" She was taken from her old home, and they moved to the house they lived in now.
After that night, she was no longer his daughter. She was a witness. And the only reason to have her around anymore, was to have her be his slave. And thus she was no longer his daughter, she was only "girl" And no longer did she even once think of him as a father.
(End of the Flashback)
How she wanted freedom to come to her. But the freedom she wanted was different from the freedom this crimson river had obtained. For no matter how freely the blood was to run, it would always follow the same path, and land in the pool.
But she wanted to be as free as possible. She didn't want the earthly things to hold her back, as they did the river of blood. But then an idea hit her;
If the only thing holding her back was the worldly forces, that caused the pain within her soul. Then wouldn't it seem to be that the only way to be free from those things, be to free ones self from this world entirely?
This idea seemed perfectly logical to Kiara, she would have to find a way... to free herself from this world. She blinked, and once again, focused her eyes upon the crimson river, and then knew; If she allowed the river to gain freedom, then maybe it could help her gain the freedom she wanted. He eyes wondered up to the cut, where blood was coming from. The wound was open, true, but it was only a tiny part of it that had been opened. She would have to finish the job, and then she could gain her freedom.
Quickly, and hardly thinking anymore, she reached into the medical kit, and found a pair of scissors. They were sharp, and looked like they were hardly ever used. And so she decided to use them. She opened them up, and placed one of the open sides unto the top part of the cut, and began to run it down the already made line. She sickly smiled as the river of blood began to become a flood from her arm. She watched the pool grow larger, but she didn't feel like any freedom was coming to her.
'Its not enough.' she thought, picking up the scissors once again. She placed the edge once again on her arm, but this time, on her skin that wasn't cut, under her elbow.(the first cut was on the top part of her arm)
At this point, she half heard the door swing open. Behind her came a gasp, and the sound of something being dropped. But she did not turn, and pressed the scissors down into her skin, forcing another river of the crimson liquid to begin to flow. She began to drag the scissors down her arm, making another cut, but before she got too far down her arm, she felt something restrain her arm, and the scissors were snatched away from her.
She looked up, frightened, to see Haku there. One of his hands held her good arm, and the other, the scissors.
"Kiara, what are you doing?" He demanded. But even though his demand was clear, his voice held its usual gentleness.
She looked at him blankly. Her eyes had long since glazed over, and she was smiling as if she was happy.
"Freeing myself." she stated blankly.
Haku cringed at the soft tone of her voice. It didn't seem like Kiara at all. The look on her face though, was perhaps the most frightening. She looked so content, like a child playing with their favorite toy.
"Give it back." she said, breaking Haku's thoughts.
"Huh?"
She nodded towards the scissors in her hand, but then stopped. Her eyelids seemed to droop, and her smile grew sicker, and happier at the same time.
"I'm almost there." she said, now a little drowsy.
Haku
bit his lip.
"Kiara, I have to stop this." he said, he
through the scissors across the room, out of her reach, and let go of
her arm. "Hold still." He reached into the box, and took
out some medical wrap, and then came back, and reached out to Kiara.
But she flinched like a frightened animal, and scooted back.
"No." she said
"Kia--"
"I said no!"
Haku
sighed and his mind raced. She obviously wasn't going to allow him to
help her. Then he figured out a solution. He pulled out a senbon and
sighed.
"I'm sorry Kiara." he said. He threw it, and it
hit her neck. Her eyes widened, but then dropped again, and closed,
as she fell into the ground, into the pool of her own blood. He
quickly grabbed the supplies he needed and worked to stop the
bleeding, staining his own clothes in the process, while he worked,
silent tears rolled off his cheeks and mixed with the blood.
After a while, he finally stopped it, and had her wrapped up, and her skin cleaned off. He laid her back on the couch and cleaned up the mess. And then, sadly sat next to her in the chair, and removed his senbon from her neck. She began to breathe again, and her pulse returned, but he guessed it would be a while before she could regain consciousness.
