I had guests over. They're gone now, and I'm sad...
Did you (readers) ever hear of "Wuthering Heights" by Kate Bush? (the song; it's on Youtube) How is it? I love it; her voice is enrapturing.
Yes. I do still feel sad...
My eyes crack open to the faces of Ino, Naruto, Sakura, and Kiba.
Eyelids quickly shut again.
Silently I swallow, and then regret it. My mouth tastes like something the cat dragged in, an old sock.
I try to make my face appear as if I'm in a deep sleep.
"She's awake, Tsunade-sama," informs Kiba immediately. I give him the closed eye evil glare.
Why can't they leave me alone?
I can't deny it. A small invisible part of me longs for their friendship. Longs for home.
Something wet cools my forehead.
The familiar vice of Gai-sensei fills the room, sounding very, extremely close, too close for comfort.
"She was right! I should have let her skip that period since she felt sickly…"
Murmur mutter mutter murmur shut up.
I pull the covers over my head. I'm dead. They can't make me get up. I can choose for myself, whether to get up or stay down, dead, defeated.
"She's not injured, but fatigued," Tsunade's voice proclaims for all to hear.
I feel like crap. Crap. I feel like not a human being, not a ninja. I'm too lowly, a speck of dirt on a clean, orderly surface. I swallow again, my throat blistering. Tears sting. Like I have a cold, except without caring parents and mental medicine.
My eyes open slightly when light shines down. Naruto grins, making eye contact.
Ah. Erk. So much for this.
Either way I'm obliged to sit up. So I do, wincing under the stiff red blanket.
"I'm glad you're awake," begins Sakura. "We were – "
"Yeah!" Naruto chimes in, leaning forward. "You looked dead – "
Sakura wallops him but stops, considering. "You…you did. Everyone was…scared…"
Dead? Death is too far away to even consider.
I've never lost anyone close to me due to the Grim Reaper before. And plus I doubt it's going to happen anytime soon. Life is too calm for that.
I don't care if I really am a psycho, a crazed maniac. Because now… with these strangers staring in sympathy, it's like I belonged.
But it doesn't. Because I'm the only one lying in a bed with half a blanket on freezing. I'm the only one who went through several shades of hell before I came to this tiny refuge stop.
I'll be running again in no time.
The problem is, I know that something huge and like an asteroid is going to land on my orbit and knock it out of place. I know. This little comfort zone is to become no more as soon as I step into my house. As soon…then my father will scold me, harangue me, use a long and lengthy diatribe to upbraid me. Ultimate form of killing someone's confidence, just when that confidence has reached a slightly higher level.
Yelling.
I sit up, alert.
A nurse rushes in screaming bloody murder.
As if I care. What? Someone's wounded? A child tripped? Wow. Overreaction big time.
"Ts-tsunade! Shizune! I – I…"
"What is it?" commands our Hokage.
It shouldn't be so important. So important to go directly to Tsunade?
"I - I - um, it's - "
She's so hyped up she can barely get words out.
"Hi-h-h-h – "
"WHAT?!" Now our Hokage is yelling; I can see her eyes become older, wiser, much stronger than a lady in her twenties.
" – d-d – "
Tsunade rushes to her side and forces eye contact. Scary. A lady principal who's glaring at you? "Speak up!"
"H-h-hiashi...h - is d - "
Impossible. The only word I can think of right now is "dead," but that just proves that I need help finding a better word. Decapitated? Most likely not. He's strong. Too strong for an average Jounin. Several Jounin.
Or it could be dormant? He's sleeping? …Well…
Drunk? Rather possible, compared to death.
Drastically altered? Hah. Yeah. Right.
Dumb? Deaf? Still far from possibility.
So I wait, wait, still as a statue, for her response. It comes quickly, probably in fear of Tsunade's wrath.
"D…dead."
Sorry if it's short. Actually, no...I can't care less.
I'm sad...some people might call it emo. Most likely not. I also feel weirdly happy, like another chapter of my life has been finished with a fine paintbrush instead of sloppy strokes.
Do I seem insane to you?
And plz review XD
(Anywaaaaaaaaaay) I'll write more next time. Until then, good riddance :)
Lumberry.
