Life.
Whats the point.
Your born, you go through hell, then you die.
The world doesnt stop spinning for just one person.
Im at the end of the line, kunai steadily at my throat ready to slice.
Say goodbye to little Kaiya, for soon Ill be no more.
I pressed down the bade down in my throat a bit more.
Blood started to flow down my neck.
I winced and smiled.
Push harder. More blood. Darkness.
Bam! I was thrown against the wall. Like I was absolutely nothing. Nothing but a piece of garbage. "You're worthless" my father hisses at me and punches me in the stomach. The pain is too much, it makes me double over.
Worthless...the words seem to echo in my mind.
There is a lump forming in my throat forbidding me to talk. I cant speak. I cant defend myself.
Useless, worthless, pathetic, nothing.
Its all true. Its all I am.
My mom died giving birth to me.
Its all my fault.
My dad started drinking. Still all my fault.
My dad is abusive. Again all my fault.
All alone and crying.
I sat on my bed with my legs drawn into my chest, my arms wraped around my them and my chin resting at the top of my knees.
What should I do?
Run away?
No.
I wont get very far.
Sit here and cry about my pathetic life?
No.
That wont help at all.
Fight back?
No.
It'll only bring more pain.
Suicide?
Maybe.
Quick and painless. The pain will seem like nothing compaired to the emotional pain.
The thought of suicide just sickened me. Yet thats exactly what I planned on doing.
I don't have anything to live for anymore anyway.
The only friend I ever had left.
One day he just dissapeared.
I asked his grandmother and she hadnt seen him for days.
Soon after that he was declared a missing-nin.
No one seen him nor heard from him since.
The worst part is that I never got the chance to tell him that I Loved him.
White. Its all I see.
Am I in heaven?
No.
Its a hospital room.
Ugh...I feel horrible.
Maybe suicide wasnt the best idea in the world.
I put my hand up to my throat.
Its bandaged.
Im surprised I didnt bleed to death.
I looked around and observed the room. It was plain, white walls, a TV in the far right corner, a door that probably led to a bathroom, the door to the main part of the hospital, and a few chairs.
But what really caught my eye was the red rose on the table next to my hospital bed.
I picked it up and examined it closely.
Red Roses are my favorite.
"Oh your up already?" A voice came in from the door. I still couldnt speak. Not because I didnt want to, but the cut on my throat made it sting.
So I just nodded.
"Well, would you like anything to eat or drink? The doctor should be in soon to check on your neck." she said.
I shook my head no and mouthed a thank you.
"No problem. Just press the button on the remote if you need anything." I nodded and she left the room.
I looked back down at the rose and then I noticed an envolope on the table.
I opened it.
From a Friend'
I flipped it around and read the back.
Maybe Ill stop by for a visit later tonight.
A Friend?
The only friend I ever had left.
Could it be the same one?
Nah. Its impossible.
But you know what they say, Nothing is impossible.
Rest is in results!
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Nightfall soon came and once I got my neck bandaged for the second time today.
Needless to say, I was anxious.
Who could this mystery person be?
Is this person the reason why Im still alive?
Millions of questions were running through my mind.
I couldnt stop thinking about it.
"That was about the stupidest stunt you've tried to pull." Came a painfully familiar voice.
When I say painful...I mean it.
I looked over to see my dad standing at the hospital door.
"You couldnt even kill yourself. It's a shame. Everyone would be better off without you here." I winced at the sound of his voice.
He was furious.
He slammed the door shut and locked it.
I didnt finish the job, but I'm pretty sure he will.
He casually walked up to me and grabbed my throat.
Probably tearing the stitches.
I tensed up. The pain was almost unbearable.
Ripppp.
There go the stitches.
Now more blood.
I could feel the life draining out of me for the second time today.
Soon it'll all be over.
I closed my eyes and waited.
His hands were then ripped from my neck forcefully.
I coughed up blood.
"If you know what's good for you, you'll keep your hands off of her." Another very familiar voice hissed.
Could that really be...?
Who I think it is...?
I open my eyes.
My dad is now pinned up to the wall by his neck.
"O-ok...Ill leave..." My dad stuttered out. His attacker smirked.
"Good." He dropped him to the ground.
My dad got up and stumbled to the door carelessly knocking over a chair.
The man who saved me turned around.
When people say that nothing is impossible, they really mean it.
"Are you ok?"
Its really him.
My old friend.
The one and only Akasuna no Sasori.
I nodded solemnly.
"S-Sasori..." I mumbled.
"Its been awhile." I said quietly.
My neck was killing me.
"Yeah it has been." He pulled a chair over to my bed and sat down.
He ran a hand through his messy red hair.
Silence.
Very Awkward.
"Were you the one who saved me?" I asked.
He nodded.
"Yeah. I came back on a mission and saw you. So then I brought you here." His emotions were completely hidden.
He seems different. Way different.
"What the hell were you thinking?!" He exclaimed. I looked down at my lap.
"I dont know. Ever since you left all those years ago, things changed." I said simply.
"After you left I didnt really have anything to live for. My dad started to beat me and I couldnt get away." I said sadly.
He sighed.
"Let me take a look at your throat." He got up and sat at the edge of my bed.
I leaned my head to the side so he could unwrap the bandages.
Sasori had to restitch my cut and rebandage my neck.
All we did was really catch up on things.
I found out that after he left he turned himself into a human puppet and joined the Akatsuki.
Why I dont know.
It was probably to get rid of the feelings of loneliness and sadness of losing his parents.
I dont blame him.
His parents were good people.
Very caring.
Unlike a certain father of mine.
"Since were being honest...I have something that I always wanted to tell you." I started.
I never got to tell him that I loved him before.
If I dont tell him tonight I might never get another chance.
"Ever since we were little...Ive always sorta...had a crush on you..." I blushed.
"What Im trying to say...I..." Uh oh.
Another lump formed in the back of my throat again.
I swallowed and just blurted out what I had to say.
"I love you!" a deep shade of red tinted my cheeks.
He smirked.
"I've always known that." He chuckled.
Now he was sitting next to me on the bed.
He grabbed my chin and made me look at him.
He pushed my hair behind my ear.
I shivered under his mere touch.
I blushed even more.
"Cute." He stated before he crashed his lips on mine.
I didnt hesitate to close my eyes and kiss back.
He cupped my chin and pulled me even closer making the kiss more passionate.
After what seemed a lifetime we pulled apart.
"I love you too." He kissed my forehead and pulled me down in a laying position to where his arm was around my waist and my head was on his chest.
"But I thought you couldnt feel emotion..." I muttered.
Way to ruin a moment...
"I can only feel emotion around you." He said with a yawn.
I smiled.
Suicide is definitely out of the question now.
Now that I got back my reason for living.
So what did you think??
A nice and good happy ending to a sad and angsty oneshot. =D
Anyway, rate or message.
Pleaseeee. I want to really know if I should make this into a series!
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