Suffering ||SasuNaru||

Chapter:2 ||Suffering||

Chapter two: *Crying is always a solution to our problems*

N A R U T O  U Z U M A K I

"I can't forget about him. Never will I forget about the person I cherish and despise at the same time." I said with anger filling my voice, as I threw my self backwards, onto my comfortable bed. Staring at the blank ceiling above me, with lifeless blue orbs.

Taking deep breathes, while shutting my eyes slowly, enjoying the sound of the rain, hitting roughly against the windows glass. The beautiful smell of the wet trees, filled my nostrils. The fragrance was indeed relaxing. As, my whole body felt really calm, and cool at the moment.

A low sigh blew out of my small mouth, as I pulled my self to sit down on my bottom, with both of my legs stretched down in front of me. While stuffing some pillows behind me, in order to layback onto them.

"I regret the day I went out with Sasuke. What am I even saying? I regret the day I was even born to this world." I mumbled to my self, speaking my thoughts out loud, as my orbs darted to my scarred tanned legs, staring at all the different kind of cuts on my weak body.

I traced my slim fingers along with the cuts. But, I regretted it immediately as I winced in pain, squinting my eyes at the touch. I pulled my hand away from the scars, and gently brought my attention to my blonde hair, ruffling my hair in frustration.

"This is fucking disgusting." I said with gritted teeth, as my eyes glared daggers onto my bruised legs. Acting quickly. I threw the covers on top of my bare legs, hiding the uncomfortable sight away from my precious cold orbs.

The dark mysterious memories, that are held back in my disturbed mind; are unforgettable. Red crimson blood, sprinted all over the small tiny restroom. As two letters were framed onto the only pieces of the clear glass; the mirror, what drove me crazy.

The letters were written in a sloppy matter, with what I thought was ink, but turned out to be fresh liquor of blood. The smell was awful, to the point where I would vomit. My eyes widened in horror as my vision began to understand those to letters. It was N. U.

Back then, I thought my heart stopped thumping in my chest, as I also felt my blood pumping into my skin. Every breath was taken away, at the horrible sight that I witnessed. I screamed in agony, as my body felt limp to the floor, with all it's might.

I fainted from the disgusting bloody room, and the awful smell that filled my nostrils. Not to mention, that I fear the red liquor, blood. That should be called Hemophobia. Ever since that incident, that happened to a valuable friend to me. I began to fear the color of scarlet blood.

This appeared to happen, when I first came back from my long trip, with the old man. My life was always messed up, and I my self didn't know why. Why was these terrifying moments always running after me like my shadow? I hated everything in my life. By each passing day, I start to hate my self even more.

Even when I left my old school and transferred into another I was still loathed by these creatures, that we call humans. I got bullied where I ever I go, every place I went I had to have enemies there, surrounding me from all positions. As much as they despise me, I loath them as well. My hatred grows ever mere second.

I didn't even know why. Why did people like to hurt me, was it because of my looks or was it because of my small body? I never knew until now. I hate their smug disgusting looks on their faces each time they look at me, and just by feeling it raise on their faces, sends me the shivers. I hated people from their kind.