ILLUSIONS - ITACHI UCHIHA

PROLOGUE

 Her hands gripped the sides of the sink, and her delicate arms shook, just as unstable as her knees. The tighter she shut her eyes, the more tears poured out. At this point, it didn't matter. The bleeding from her forearm was increasing. Her gore dripped down her arm, falling into the sink and the floor. It hurt so bad. Her horrible attempt. What was she thinking?

End it.

Her knees buckled, and she collapsed. Her shoulder hit the ground first, the throbbing shifting to her head.

End it.

Tears continued to trickle down her skin. The blood started to make a pile. Her heart raced. Why? Why? Why her?

END IT.

She let out a single sob, and everything went black.

...

 How many minor crimes could she commit until her rich dad couldn't save her from the law? 

Questions like so raced through her restless mind as she rested her head against the car window, rain pelting against the outside. The strangely refreshing new car smell filled her lungs every time she inhaled, followed by a long, exasperated sigh (which she may or may not have been doing to annoy the driver). Her fingers uncontrollably fidgeted with the wire of her earbuds, making a faint noise that hardly disturbed the silence.

 Saori Ito had had a long week. It started with her thinking that her father would finally find the urge to spend time with her. Insert drama here, drama there, and now ended with her in a car, being sent off to a boarding school for kids who needed to work on their, "obedience skills". 

 She had honestly not seen any purpose, what so ever, to send her to a boarding school. If she didn't like it there, she would do what she always did; do something hardcore enough so that she would get expelled. Saori found this her last resort, as she had done it to get away from every snobby private school her dad had enrolled her in before.

 Here for a reason, but only if anyone knew what she was up to. The dark, dark thoughts rolled in her monstrosity of a mind. It was all going to be over soon.

 The tired girl let out an even louder sigh, causing the driver in front of her to grip the steering wheel harder. "Are we there yet?", she asked. She was sure the driver held back his true thoughts when he replied, "It should be around the corner".

 This made Saori's heart miss a beat. She felt a vibration trigger the back of her head, and an unpleasant tingling coming from the bottom of her stomach. Not now, she thought. Really, not now. Her anxiety attacks had starting occurring at the early age of thirteen. Slowly but surely, they started happening more and more. Here she was, many years later, having tried every cure, anything that would help her cope.

 To put her attention elsewhere, she put her eyes on her hands, taking in every detail. They were tapping against each other, and she had short trimmed fingernails. They were painted a black polish, chipping off as she picked at them. Her feelings and rapid heartbeat settled down, as she breathed small, slow breaths. This indicated the attack was leaving. Thank you, she thought, though she had no idea who she was thanking.

 Her thoughts wavered when the car got slower, indicating they were pulling up to their stop. She glanced out the window and was taken aback. It was not what she thought it might have looked like. A large, complex building made of red bricks was in view. In front of it was a large pond, the water a bright blue even in the rain. Greenery scattered the grounds, and all in all, the view might have been pretty nice if it weren't for the gray skies behind it.

 The car came to a halt, making Saori slightly slouch down. The driver got out, walked over to her door, and opened the door for her. She swung her legs over the side of the seat and stood up. As the cold rain hit the top of her head, she flinched and looked down so she was at least able to open her eyes.

 "I'm assuming you need an umbrella?", the chauffeur asked, and shifted to retrieve one, but Saori stopped him. "No, I'll be fine". He seemed hesitant, but the man nodded and proceeded to the trunk to take out her luggage.

 She turned around and gazed at the tall building. Dread made her weak. Nothing mattered anymore. What was the point?

 Soon. Soon, she would be at peace.

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