II: Cries and knifes

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A cold steel knife.

A scarred wrist.

And tears flowing down my face.

Quite the combo.

I let the blade slowly cut deeper into the skin.

Slowly gliding the blade with dried blood on it on the surface of the skin.

Talk about unhealthy coping mechanisms.

The white lines slowly turning a dark reddish color.

A drop of blood hit the floor.

My heart race sped up.

Breathing quickening

Why?..

I pulled my sleeves down. The fabric stung my skin, but I really couldn't care less right now.

The break would soon be over. Next class would soon begin.

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How far had I fallen?

I... I'm so disappointed in myself...

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I hid the knife back in my backpack, and got out of the bathroom.

My wrists were stinging like hell, but I couldn't do anything about it.

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With every step I took, I felt more like cutting more.

I was the first one in class.

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Soon the rest of the class began to walk in, all chatting like they had no worries in life. All of them were wearing carefree smiles, like nothing could possibly be wrong.

I wish I was like that.

I wish I could forget everything. I wish I could just... wear that carefree smile like them everyday.

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One of the people walking in the classroom was... a little bit too familiar.

Obito.

I quickly took my eyes off him. I didn't know what to say to him anymore. Our friendship was over.

The friendship that had lasted for years and years and so on...

I felt a tear form in the corner of my eye.

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I'd never cry in front of anyone.

Never.

It would make me feel... so weak.

So pathetic. A person not capable of containing their own emotions. A person not capable of controlling them.

And yet, here I was, letting a few tears run down my face.

No one noticed.

No one even glanced at me during the lesson.

All alone, sitting in the corner of the room, staring out of the window into the endless rain washing the colors of the world off.

Yeah, the world didn't look all that colorful anymore, did it?

It was like the paint covering everything in happy tones had finally been washed off, finally revealing the depressing truth.

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"Remember, this group project has a huge impact on your grades, so do it carefully!"

I finally woke up from my thoughts to those words.

What group project?

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"Now I'll tell you your groups! These are gonna be groups of three except for one, that will only have two!"

Great. How amazing.

"Nohara, Genma and Sarutobi"

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"Finally moving onto the final group..."

Had my name been said yet?

I really didn't have the motivation to pay attention to the middle-aged balding man, also called our teacher.

I felt like my head was gonna explode. I felt so tired. Falling asleep any second now felt pretty much possible...

"Hatake and Uchiha are the last team."

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No.

This couldn't be happening.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.
No.
No.
No.
No.
No.
No.
No!
No!
No!
No!

No!

No?

No?

No?

No?..

No...

No..



No...

This wasn't supposed to happen! I was fine with ignoring him for the rest of my life! I am not mentally capable of doing this yet!

I buried my head in my hands. I felt eyes drilling into my head. It felt like I was watched. Stared at. By thousands and thousands and thousands and thousands and thousands and thousands and thousands and thousands of people.

My mouth was twitching. The same old tears forming in the corners of my eyes.

I could feel my heart beat faster than ever before. I felt like I was out of breath, even though I was breathing quicker than before.

My hands were visually shaking. I felt like just breaking down on the floor, and running away from everyone and everything.

Tears were streaming down my cheeks.

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No one really noticed?

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I guess burying my face in my hands really worked, didn't it?

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I really had no value, huh? It seemed like everyone else also knew how much of a coward and a pathetic friend I was. Otherwise, they would have noticed, right?

Right?

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