Scars
Chapter 6: "Pins and Needles"
Disclaimer: Naruto isn't mine.
A/N: Thanks for all the wonderful reviews. Also, to those who voted thanks. It seems Gaara was the winner! Who'da thunk' it?
Poem by: Sarah Kennedy
I caught a glimpse
Of myself being beaten
By the dawn's early shadows
Jade met emerald.
"What do you want?" Sakura asked harshly into the mirror, eyes raging with on coming anger.
"Why do you do it?" The person behind her said. Their voice sounded harsh yet concerned.
In an instant Sakura whirled around, arms outstretched. She lifted both arm sleeves, reveling ugly crisscrossed scars going up and down her arms.
"Why do I do it!" She hissed out bitterly, trembling slightly. "Why...Why do I do it?"
Prone to the back seat
Of a wheeled chariot painted
A dismal shadow of yellow.
As she asked the question again her fingers started digging into the cuts on her right arm. Blood started to spew from the cuts as she dug deeper. Not wanting to look at the person in front of her any longer she closed her eyes, giving into the pain.
On my way from a random distraction
To the next arriving only to leave always
Sailing on the airs winged sea
"Stop this right now!" Gaara demanded, grabbing onto her hands and successfully stopping her crazy movements. He forcefully turned her around, with her facing the mirror once more.
"Open your eyes!" Gaara whispered in her ear. Making sure to be calmer, as not to scare her away. "Look into the mirror. What do you see?"
Slowly Sakuras' eyes opened. And what she saw made her stomach turn and made her want to close her eyes again. But the look on Gaara's face told her not to.
The perfect portrait of an addict
Why has Hades chosen me as his canvas
I don't remember auditioning for the part of
Persephone
Before her was a portrait of a girl with a sad lonely face. The signs of neglect and abuse evident, the best form of macabre. Blood coating everything, even the sink. The scene would have made even Edgar Allan Poe smile.
Sakura looked down at the tiled floor, hair dangling in her eyes. Tears cascaded down her cheeks and hit the floor. The droplets making soft thuds as they hit the tile. The room was silent except for the sound of her soft whimpering cries.
But there is so much I don't remember
My minds best elixir
Numbly wandering in the underworld
Gaara awkwardly held her while she cried. He really didn't know what else to do. He had never had to deal with this type of situation before. He rubbed her back, doing his best to comfort her. He wasn't even sure if he was doing that the right way, or if he should even be touching her at all.
"Here, lets get you cleaned up." He slowly guided her to the floor, before getting back up and walking to the sink. He looked back at her, she looked like a small innocent child holding her knees up to her chest. He smiled and said as sweetly as he could, "You look a mess."
He looked at his shirt with a frown. "This is my favorite shirt." He grumbled, before cutting off some of the fabric with his sharp black pocket knife. Squatting down to her level he gently took her arm, but she grabbed it back, cradling it to her chest.
"Do you want help or not?" He asked before getting up and walking back to the sink.
Sakura's arm shot out, and latched on to his pants leg, silently begging him to stay.
"Okay. Those cuts need to be cleaned."
Without saying a word, she nodded her understanding.
Perhaps someday they will hand the horned Gods masterpiece
In a stone gallery next to a nicely
printed card the reads "Untitled"
"Ouch!"Sakura squealed.
"I told you it might sting." Gaara told her before continuing to clean her cuts with anaesthetic.
"We had better get out of here. You know me being in the girls restroom with you. People might talk." He said, winking at her.
This had been going on for a while now. Gaara talking, and Sakura staring blankly up at him.
Taking hold of her arm again, he rapped the ripped off part of his shirt around her arm. He didn't have the right material here to help her. Reason number one for him wanting to leave, and two, the bell was about to ring.
"Come on, lets go to my house."
Sakura looked at him clearly scared.. "I can't...Dad would...I mean.."
She was stopped by Gaara's finger being placed on her lips, signaling for her to be quiet. "Shh, I'm taking you to my place to get you all fixed up. And we will worry about him later. Trust me, Okay?"
"Thank you Gaara."
AN: I don't like this chapter very much. I think im going to rewrite it. But, here it is for now. R&R.