ILLUSIONS - ITACHI UCHIHA

three

"Dad, I don't want to! When will you see that?!", Saori screamed, tears pouring down her face.

Her father sighed and rubbed his temples. "Then what? What do you want?"

Saori widened her eyes, realizing how ignorant he was. "You! I want my dad! Not your assistants, not your money, you!"

"We've been over this! I'm busy. I have things to take care of. Problems to deal with."

"So", Saori wiped her tears and sniffled. "I'm just another problem to you? Another thing to be checked off of your to-do list?"

"Saori", her dad started. "All I want is peace of mind. With the company, and traveling, everything can be hard. But you have to -"

Saori didn't stay to listen. She turned and flounced away, her father calling her name, but she didn't care. Why would she? If he didn't, that's all she needed to know.

She ended up in the bathroom. Her hushed sobs were still heard from the outside.

Saori had never had it easy. Her dad was the owner of a famous car brand. Yeah, they had tons of money, but it wasn't as great as it sounded. Saori didn't have a great relationship with her father. But he was all she had. Her mother passed while giving birth to Saori. So, she coped and coped, trying to make things normal.

But it wasn't possible. Her dad prioritized the company over her, but he argued otherwise. Money had changed him. Always enrolling Saori in costly private schools against her will. She wanted to fit in. She would get herself expelled, but her dad always found more schools. Over the years, Saori's anxiety built up. She had no friends because she never stayed in one place.

Her heart had dealt with too much. She was only a teenager, she could only take so much. She wanted it to end.

Here she was, crying like there was no end, in her bathroom.

End.

The word sent shivers down her spine. She wanted it. So badly. A tight, tingling sensation flowed through her veins. End.

It became quiet, and time passed. Too much time.

Her father had cooled down from the argument and went to check on Saori. He gently spoke her name, as if it was a crime he hadn't dealt with in years. "Saori?"

No answer.

"Saori, I'm coming in".

He opened the door, with was oddly unlocked. The door seemed to take an eternity to open, creaking, then a halt. His eyes widened as he looked down at Saori's still body, laying there on the floor.

In a small pool of blood.

A decent-sized kitchen knife in her hand, her vital fluid all over. A large gash was on her arm. She was still bleeding.

...

Saori awoke with a gasp, sitting upright in bed. The hair on her neck stood up, and cold sweat dampened her forehead.

Just a dream, she reminded herself.

She had dreamt of her memories, which she found odd. Saori rolled her sleeve up. It revealed a scar, taking her back to that moment.

Stop it. She mentally scolded herself for thinking about it. Another thought bolted into her mind.

She squinted at the clock on the wall, not being able to see because of the dark. It was 10:42.

Relieved that she woke up at the perfect time, Saori listened closely. Konan's slow breathing was heard from the bottom bunk, and Saori assumed she was asleep. She carefully removed herself from the bunk bed, struggling because of the jet black.