A Sleepless Dream: Book 1

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Authors Note: I do not own the Naruto characters I only own Ellie.

Tapping noises echoed above me; I heard rushing noises of cars going by. I crept toward the sleek glass that was next to my old wooden dresser. I moved the white silk see through fabric to look outside. A loud noise was made from the darkened gray sky. I smiled at the sad, dark crying sky. A giant light flash covered the sky and then back to dark again.

I sat there just watching the blobs of wetness, crash on the pavement. All of this reminds me of how alone I feel. A dark pit welted in my heart, A never ending pit of hatred. A sadness welled up inside me from the looks of hatred and worthless glares I receive. 'Have I done something to receive this type of treatment?' I thought to myself.

At that moment I heard a small noise, I turned my head and saw a small silhouette of a pointy figure. My stuffed toy fell on the ground. I got up and placed it next to my zebra striped pillow. When a light flashback came creeping into my mind.

"Happy birthday Ellie.." My big brother smiled at me handing me a small box that was square and had blue and pink polka dots on it. I stripped the box of its shiny paper and glanced at the brown barrier standing in my way. My brother took it out of my hands and with a snap of his fingers it was opened, he waited patiently for me to look inside.

I looked and saw this small bit of yellow fabric and smiled, I took it out of its box and beamed at my new stuffed toy. I hugged it yelling thank you to the world. I jumped up and hugged my brother, for it had been my first gift he had ever given me, ever made for me. My brother had made that for me, He was truly amazing.

As my flashback ended I regained my composure and looked over at my crafted doll my brother had made for me so long ago. I missed him so much. My heart pained at the mere thought of his name.

"I hope you're ok... Big brother." I whispered to myself before falling asleep next to the weeping winds of the city.

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