Sasuke P.O.V.
"Sasuke, we have a lot to talk about, there are many thing to discuss and much to explain." Akiko stated.
"What is going on?" I asked
"Sasuke Uchiha, you have a very serious decision to make, a decision that you and only you can make."
Title: Blood stained love story.
Rated: T
Dedicated to: Anyone and Everyone
Summary: When you die you're supposed to be able to go to heaven, right but what if you never make it? What if you were supposed to live and someone else was supposed to die instead?? When you are a ghost and only that one person can see you. What do you do when you find out you can kill them and get your life back, but what do you do when you find out your in love with that person?
Stay. Stay here, with me. Don't leave, don't ever leave. Lay beside me as I sleep and watch over me. Tell me it's safe, even if you're lying. Let me believe everything will be okay even if everything in my life is falling to pieces. Stay with me and nothing else matters. Nothing. Leave me and nothing will make sense, nothing will matter anymore, leave me, and there is nothing left worth fighting for, but to know that I can save you, to protect you, the one and only person for whom I have ever truly loved, isn't that worth dying for?
Chapter 7 Accepting reality.
You can wake up one morning, open your eyes, and see the world in a whole new way. Things that looked dull before are now interesting; you look at people with a new perspective, and a world that was once gray is now alive and flowing with color. Last night you went to bed hating yourself and everything you have done. You fell asleep feeling as though everything you did was meaningless. But when you woke up, everything had somehow changed. And you feel as though everything you do is worth getting out of bed for, very much unlike the night before. For some, the world is new, the way you see things are new, and you might even dare to call yourself happy for once. For these few people- this is life changing.
However, when you wake up in the morning, open your eyes, and see the same dull things you saw the day before, you look at people the same way, and the world is still gray. When you went to bed last night, you hated yourself: and when you woke this morning, you still did. You wake up still feeling meaningless and nothing has changed for you. The world isn't anything new, the way you see things are the same, and you still think it's impossible to ever be able to call yourself happy. Nothing life changing has happened, not for you. This, this can be called reality.
The people who wake up claiming to see the whole world differently, really don't. They may honestly believe the world has changed, but it hasn't, and deep down, they know they are lying to themselves. The thing about people is that they don't want to admit life isn't perfect. They don't want others to see their flaws. They hate it when you see who they really are and they hide behind their false realities. It is when they realize that they have managed nothing other than the gift of fooling oneself and their lives are still miserable, that their world comes crashing in on them. The temporary happiness they felt has been torn from their hands and they cry out, grasping for more. When they cant find what it is they seek, they fall. They fall into a pit of black and a sea of gray. These are the people we lose. But for those who wake in the morning and still see the world as it truly is, those who see the hurt, pain, suffering, and perish in the world; those who do not seek happiness simply because they don't know what it is, it is these who will remain in the end. Why will they remain? Because they already see the reality, and accept it.
Sakura P.O.V.
I woke up with a terrible headache and rolled over to push the call button for the nurse to bring me something to make it go away. When I opened my droopy eyes I saw that the call button wasn't there anymore. I looked down and saw that the once white bed sheets had turned into a black comforter so much like the one I had at home in my room. The pillow that my head was on was different too, as was the color of the walls and EVERYTHING else for that matter. This isn't the hospital.
"They brought you home last night." A strange voice came from someone I didn't know, but it was as if I had heard this voice from somewhere else before…somewhere like a dream. I tried pulling myself up so I could see who was talking to me. I let out a small whimpering cry when I looked down and saw the bandages wrapped around my entire for-arm. 'They are there because you tried to kill yourself sakura. They are there because you wanted to die, and you did this to yourself.' I stopped. 'no' I answered the voice in my head. No- you're wrong about that.' It couldn't have been true. I didn't REALLY want to die…. Not REALLY- I just… all I wanted was… I had to make it all go away…but I didn't mean to … 'Then why did you do it? Why do you need to be protected from none other than YOURSELF?' the voice wouldn't leave me alone. It never left me alone.
"Are you okay?" the same voice from a few moments ago asked in confusion. The voice drew me back into reality and out of my guilt. I sat up by pushing myself up with my good arm. I looked around my room trying to see who was talking to me.
"Over here."
I looked back and saw a boy leaning against my door leading out of my room. he was my age it seemed – maybe add a year or two with dark messy hair and pale white skin. I have seen this boy before. But … from where? And more importantly – why was he in my room?! And then it all came crashing in on me. The boy from the dreams. The angel I thought I had made up. The strange stories they talked about… I thought it was just the medications they gave me that made me a little…imaginative. But this….this was too weird. Why would I keep on seeing such strange things??
"No." I whispered.
"No what? You're not okay?" he asked looking straight at me.
"You can't be here. You're not really here- this is all in my head. Isn't it?" I asked.
"Sorry, but no, you are not just seeing things and yes I am really here. Well… kinda. Its complicated."
"Who- who let you in my house? And where are my parents? And why are you here? How did you know where I live?" I rambled on but the boy – Sasuke I think his name was- held his hands up to stop me.
"Hold on there a second. First of all, no one really 'let' me in your house – technically speaking of course. Second of all – I believe your parents to be down stairs. And last but not least – I didn't follow you here, I am not stalking you, and no – I'm not a creep. I kind of just – showed up here when you got here I guess."
Nothing he said to me made sense to me. Not really anyways. How could he just show up here?
"Look Sakura, Akiko – you remember her – from … where ever the hell is was that we were, well you left. Do you remember that? She sent you back to your life, she gave you the chance to live again. Are you remembering any of this yet? Well, after you left I still had to stay, Akiko had a few things she needed to talk to me about."
"Like what?" I was so confused and my head was still pounding from my headache.
"Like for the fact that I have to stay with you … for some reason, I don't really know why."
"Wait, what? You can't stay with me! What the hell am I supposed to do with you while you're here? and what- does she think I need a baby sitter? And I don't even know if I think any of this is true or not!"
The door to my room opened and Sasuke stepped out into the middle of my room and faced my mother who was looking at me.
"Sakura, do you have the T.V. on?" she asked looking around my room and atopping at my T.V. which was turned off.
"No, I was just talking to…" I looked at Sasuke and noticed that he was just looking at me, and then back to my mother. I looked back at my mom and then back at him, and back again. why hadn't she noticed him? DID she even notice him? She had to, he was right there in front of her, and yet, she never even glanced at him, not once. She turned to see what I was looking at and then looked at me weird.
"Are you okay sakura?" she came closer to me.
"What? Oh. Yeah, I'm just fine. I um, nevermind. What do you want?" I was still looking at Sasuke across the room.
"I was going to see if you needed anything."
"No. I don't, I'm fine, just fine." I got out of bed and went to my closet still eyeing sasuke who was just standing there. "I'm going to see Naruto." I pulled open my closet door and grabbed the first things I could get my hands on. Black sweat pants and a gray Gir shirt, then I bent over and picked up my black flip flops and headed towards my bath room.
"No, Sakura I think you need to stay home for a while. You just got out of the hospital and -"
"Mom. I am not staying here today. I need to get out of this house and DO something."
'What I really need is to just get away from you. ' I thought viciously in my head to myself.
"What you need to do is get back in that bed and drop the attitude, now look, I am your mother and what I say goes and I'm telling you that -" I cut her off again.
"HA! Some mother you are then. You are REALLY so full of it , you know that?" I spat at her and closed the bathroom door behind to to get dressed.
"Look, I may not be a perfect mother, hell, I know I'm not a perfect mother, but you know I don't think that boy is the best thing for you right now. You know what I think of him, and you know how I feel about you spending all your time with him, but lord knows I still care about what happens to you."
I laughed and pulled the shirt over my head carefully as to not mess up my bad arm. Then I slipped on my pants over my underwear and pulled a brush through my hair. I opened the door and grabbed my cell phone and keys off the dresser.
"Sakura, I know I can't stop you, you have proved that well enough already, but do not expect me to come running when this boy breaks your heart and to be there for you when you need someone to listen to you. I will be the one standing there telling you I told you so! " she turned to walk out of the room.
"Of course you wouldn't be there for me 'mother. You would be too afraid to hug me because I might accidentally CRY on one of your damn over priced slutty shirts you get sent in from England you care SO much about. " And with that, she was gone – l`like she always was. I turned back to Sasuke , who I had completely forgotten about moments before.
"Why didn't she notice you?" I asked him.
"It's not that she didn't notice me sakura, not like you would imagine it to be, its simple because she cant see me." he answered calmly.
"She can't SEE you? What the crap kind of answer is that?" I was angry, but I couldn't help it.
"Sakura, you keep missing the one thing you should have remembered by now." He kept looking at me like I was supposed to figure it out myself.
He sighed and crossed his arms.
"Sakura, I'm dead."
The way he said it, so still and so quiet, almost like he was serious when he said it.
And then I remembered, he was.
This boy, the one standing right in front of me, talking to me, looking at me, he is … dead. He is dead because of me, but he SHOULD be alive right now, and it's my fault he's not. This boy, Sasuke, why was he still here if he was dead, in HER room, and in her house, why could she see him?
"Why can I see you then? If you're really dead, then why can I see you? Why can I hear you? Why?" it didn't make any sense, not at all.
"Because," he said. "Sakura, You are the only one who can."
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