Scars

Chapter 5: "Cuts and Bruises"

Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto

A/N: Sorry for super late update. With school and all I couldn't find the time. But now its summer break. Many fresh updates to come!

I punched him! I punched 'The Uchiha Sasuke'. Why am I saying his name like its so significant, when in reality it isn't? Is he really that important? He is only human after all. He bleeds, and I seem to have proven he can be bruised. He is no super-man.

I hate tall people, or at least those who are taller than me. That makes me feel small, and vulnerable. I hate feeling that way all the time. But for that one moment, when I let my anger out, I felt...Oh forget how I felt. I'm babbling. I tend to do that a lot in my head. But, doesn't everyone?

Sasuke is standing over me now. I have to look up to see his face. Did I mention I hate tall people? 'Intimidated easily' should be stapled to my huge forehead. I take a step back form the uncomfortable closeness of our bodies. As I do so, yet again my back comes in contact with the hardness of cold lockers.

If I said I wasn't afraid I'd be lying right through my teeth. On the humerus side, he was glaring at me with one good eye. Yes, I said one good eye. The other was swelling up and turning the prettiest shade of purple.

If I wasn't stuck in this awful situation, I would have laughed at the funny expression on his face. That of pain, but trying to hide it at the same time. No fan-girl would ever look at him the same way again. And it was all because of me. That thought satisfies me sightly.

Now, im not trying to say he is going to have a permanent scar for the rest of his life. No, but his pride is a whole other story entirely. If one was to find out that I, a girl, had punched their little sex god, his ego would be crushed. Stepped on, and burned to a crisp. And that to him is worse than any permanent scar.

"You disgusting, egotistical son of a bitch!" The words spill form my mouth like venom from a lethal snake. Shocked at my own words, I clamp my hands over my mouth. Did I just say that? I could feel the blush rushing up my face. It was most likely all the way to my hairline by now. I have to get out of here before something worse happens.

All my thoughts are rummaging around in my head and I can't think straight. I feel light headed, faint even. It might be from the lose of blood the night before. Out of reflex I grab my arm, holding on to it tightly, as if for protection. Unknowingly my fingers slide under the sleeves of my ugly grey hoody. The feel of old and new scars crisscrossing up my arm calms me. I'm itching to cut again, right in front of Sasuke, and we can't forget Gaara.

I dig my fingers into the newly made scars, silently begging for the pain. I glance at Gaara, and its like he's reading my mind. He knows. Maybe-maybe he's more like me than I first thought. A shriek is ripped from my lungs when Sasuke grabs my arm painfully, shaking me. I feel like my brain is about to fall out of my head, and then be stepped on several times.

Then all of a sudden its like a Sakura-tug-of-war. Gaara is grabbing onto my other arm, pulling me toward him. Can't my life just end now? I lift my left foot, and kick out at Sasuke, missing his you know where. But kicking his knees instead. Eh, at least he let go of my arm.

As soon as he does, I go flying into Gaara like a tiny rag doll. He grabs my arm to keep me from falling, and I can't seem to stop myself from whimpering. He grabs my waist holding me upright. And this time its worse, the pain I mean. A hiss escapes my lips, and I thrash around like a wild woman.

"Let go of me!" I scream, and to my surprise he lets go.

Now's my chance! I can run away. I look at Gaara and give him a weak smile. But he isn't looking at me, but at my arm. I look down at the blood smeared all over my hoody, soaking through the cloth. I dash away, running as fast as I can.

I run down the hall, make a left, and I am happily greeted with the girls restroom. Thank the good lord. Even if one of them had fallowed me, surely they wouldn't go in there, right? Opening the door, I walk to the sinks.

I do a 360 looking around the room. I bend down to see if anyone was being sneaky by hiding in the stalls. Nope, no dangling feet. Slowly lifting my hoody sleeves, my eyes scan over each and every cut. Yup, being forced around opened many of the cuts, and they were still bleeding.

My fingers begin to stroke them lightly, going over each and every scar. Blood begins to smear on my fingers, drying. Turning the water on, I place my fingers under the running water. Its fascinating to watch my blood wash down the sink, to be washed clean. I place my tore up arm in the sink as well, and the blood washes away. But seems to come back with vapid succession.

Looking in the mirror, red tearful eyes stair back at me. I glare into the mirror, but sadly, the tears begin to fall. Crying isn't going to help me any, I'm hurt all over. My arms are numb to the pain now. It's the bruises that seem to hurt. The pain that I didn't cause. The many bruises on my legs, everywhere really.

I glance into the mirror again, but this time im not alone.

AN: More to come soon! Review please. Who should be there with Sakura, Gaara or Sasuke? Or maybe even one of the evil fangirls? I'm taking votes!