thinking'
Flash back or dream
"Talking"
Demon or inner
That day…I lost my life
Despair crept up on me, turning my heart into a pincushion, stretching it, twisting it in angles it wasn't supposed to go, all the while laughing at it's new toy. Oh! It broke…too bad. We'll just get you a new heart to play with.
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What began as a shopping treat ended with the destruction of everything I called safety.
As if it wasn't enough that I nearly died, they had to target my parents as well.
I came home with Sasori and Ino only to return to a flaming inferno of where my home used to be.
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I saw the flames, eating up the structure of my house, already all that was left was the skeleton of my once was home. I could smell the choking smoke, the stench of numerous burning objects. I clutched my chest. Memories, hundreds worth of memories were in that house.
You know what's worse? My family was in there.
"Dad! Mom!" I screamed, running forward, only to be held back by Ino. I pulled viciously, I scratched her hands, anything to make her let go. I kept pulling, sick to my core. Here was my best friend, keeping me from saving my family, my parents, my brother…my home.
I was in danger of suffocating. Watching it burn, all the truths were piling up on me, crushing me.
Here was that demon, Sasori, watching nonchalantly as everything I cared for was taken in one sweep of destiny. The fire illuminated his face, contrasting against his cold ash colored eyes.
Here was Sasuke. The reason I lost everything.
I didn't want this. None of it. I despised it. Hated every fiber of their beings. What right did they have, dragging us normal, good people in their damn sins.
I screamed, long, and loud. It sounded like nails on a chalkboard. Only Ino flinched. That flinch was all I needed. I tore away from her and ran for the house. "Sakura, no!".
Maybe, maybe, they were still alive. Maybe I wasn't too late, I could still save them, right? Right?!
Suddenly I knocked into someone. It was Sasori, he had appeared before me in a blur. Then I felt pain, searing across my face. He had slapped me.
"Sasori…!" that was Ino. She moved towards me to help me up, but Sasori held up a hand, stopping her.
He spoke in his cold monotone voice, "don't help her".
His eyes landed on me, looking through me, through my blood stained dress and at my soul. I looked away. I didn't want filth staining my soul.
"What would your parents think?" he whispered. "Would they want their only daughter to die for no reason?".
He gestured to himself, "I have never known my parents…but I know that no parent would want their children to die".
He swept his hand out pointing at the burning house. "You go in there and you die". As if to prove his point, there was a loud creaking noise…and the whole structure broke down, caved in and imploded.
"NOOO!!!"
I fell backward, caught only by Ino. I cupped my mouth with my hands, my eyes, large, reflecting the flames of hell before me. I was in a state of stupor, I could feel myself choking, my brain going on melt down. Blank, like there was a power shortage. My chest kept heaving, my heart working over time. My brain was dying out, like a cell phone out of battery. My heart was torn, broken, yet it was that tiny thing, working itself to death, trying to keep me alive.
I almost felt sorry for it. It was as though it was saying, "come on Sakura! You can do it".
But no. I couldn't do it. I was going to die either way.