Author's Note: I apologize for not updating sooner. I've been so frigging busy lately that it's not even funny. Also, I had to figure out where this story was going. It's harder to write a story, when you don't really know who the characters are.
By red-rose-priestess
Disclaimer: None of the Fruits Basket characters are mine.
Chapter Four
I cut myself again today. Sometimes I don't even know I'm doing it, till it's over and I'm left with the wounds. My battle wounds from my internal battle. None of it seems fair to me, but what do I know. Apparently nothing.
I can sit here and contemplate my current situation and dread the future, yet whenever I do, I find it's not worth it.
I saw him sitting out on the porch today. He was enjoy the crisp autumn air. His hair blew across his brow so gracefully and beautiful, nearly collapsed to my knees and begged him to merely look at me. Those piercing eyes can help even the most lost souls find themselves. So why is it, I lose myself whenever he looks at me?
He actually caught me staring and I panicked. He can never know my feelings or what it is I think in this small clutter filled mind of mine.
I tried writing a poem about him today, to describe his beauty. No matter how lame it seems. I wasn't able to do him justice, so I ripped it up and drizzled blood from my battle wounds on it. Morbid, creepy, thoughtless, strange, and tortured. Those are words that describe me. I know this, no one needs to tell me. Maybe I can slip into the background, unnoticed, not missed.
He is perfect, and I am not.
I can not be more simple.
Alright! So what did you think. Short I know, but jeez cut me a break here. More to come, I promise. Review please. It helps. Trust me. -Rose