Blood. There was so much blood.
It wouldn't stop dripping through her fingers. Splattering on her face and arms.
So much blood… It wouldn't stop coming out.
No! No! No! God dammit no!
She was supposed to save him!
Supposed to stop the flow of his blood coming from his wounds!
help me
But it won't stop. And nothing she does will help. She wonders if she should just give up.
Just watch instead of try so desperately to save him.
Watch him die.
But she can't.
This is her job… she has to try.
She knows it's pointless.
save me
She wants to wash the blood off. Sort off.
She can feel it slowly being absorbed into her skin.
The thought that her skin might take on a reddish hue should scare her more. Disgust her more. It should sicken her.
But it doesn't.
There was always blood.
It didn't frighten her anymore. Or make her sick.
She kinda liked it…
I can't do this anymore
His skin goes clammy and she knows she has lost him. Lost the struggle for his life. She lifts her hands away and watches the oozing blood slowly stop gushing out.
It was barely a trickle.
She wonders how long it will take to cool. To dry up.
Not long she supposed. She could feel the blood on her hands already drying and flaking.
It was cold. Or maybe that was just her skin.
There was always so much blood.
She could never stop it all.
Every part of her body had been soaked in it. She had been washed in blood. Coated with it. Plunged in it.
I'm losing it
She leaves him there. The others will find his body and bring him back. There is no more blood she needs to try to stop. No more that she can dip her hands in trying to prevent.
Her feet take her to a river. She looks at her face, her hair is matted down with blood, it has dried a sick rust looking color across her face. She can't tell what color her arms used to be.
She wonders how many washings it will take before she can completely get it off of her this time.
She wonders if she wants to. If she needs to.
There will always be more blood. To play with. To try to control.
What was the point of washing it off of her skin when it would be covered soon again?
This time her skin might not turn back to the normal pale shade.
I can't breathe
After half a year on the battle field… after countless bodies she couldn't remember… there were so many she couldn't save… after so much thick hot blood pooling in her hands…
Her vision turns to shades of red.
She no longer remembers the faces of the ninja whose lives go out before her. She no longer counts how many slip away because she couldn't save them.
She has drowned in their blood.
It fascinated her.
The different shades there were. From when it was blue in some ones veins to the rich color when it spurted out of someone and then the different rusty shades as it dried.
And it was so yummy. Sometimes she just wanted to lick it off of her hands; she wanted to indulge in the metallic taste on her tongue.
I'm drowning
They had found her surrounded by bodies, enemy, their shirts ripped open revealing blood stained chests.
She had been lying in the middle. Staring at the sky.
Her arms, her exposed stomach, her neck looking as if they had all been freshly painted in blood. Not the rusty color of old blood it should have been.
A smile had been on Sakura's blood stained lips.
A.N: Um… yeah I don't know if that will make any sense to anyone. I have got to stop writing things that make no sense and are so sad. If someone would review and tell me what to work on I would be very happy!