Metal Teeth (Naruto fanfic)

The start of my messed up story

Edited by: puppychicks
"Mommy it hurts..."

"Keep eating sweetheart."

"But Mommy my mouth, it's bleeding. It hurts-"

"KEEP eating, one day you will understand..."

"It's cutting my throat, please..."

"Keep eating and you will make Mommy proud."

"Really..?"

"Yes, now finish eating the shuriken and then go to bed."

"Ok Mommy, I'll try not to bleed through the mattress anymore."

"Now that's a good girl, goodnight my dear Metal Teeth."

"Goodnight, Mommy..."

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I shot up out of my bed sweating bullets and sighed heavily, it was only a dream no, a memory. I looked around my room; My silver sheets were a mess from the memory I had just relived through a dark dream, my black dresser next to my bed a few feet away, my white bathroom across from me, and my grey rug in the middle of my room small with an oval shape. It only covered a small portion of my room, right smack in the middle. Cool, brown, hardwood floors covered my house with dark grey walls that came with an eerie vibe. The windows were all covered by heavy black curtains, letting no light of day intrude. To my left was the door leading to the kitchen and rest of the house, but I mainly just stay in my room.The walls were blank, like a canvas waiting to be painted with memories.

Looking at my clock, it 4:18 am.

Well shit, I woke up late. I huffed.
I got up, stretching as I did, and went to my closet. I picked out a black pair of shorts, grey muscle shirt, and ugh, my bright pink sports bra. I hated it, and I don't want to get a new one. I will never forget that day.
"Mommyyy..." I whined, pulling on my mothers apron. She looked down at me with black button eyes,
"Yes, what is it sweetheart?" She smiled. I looked down a bit, my face flushing with embarrassment.
"Our clan, they have been staring at me." I mumbled a bit.
"Oh what do you mean?" She asked. I shuffled my feet nervously,
"Well.." I started hesitantly. "Go on..." I gathered up as much courage as I possibly could muster, which wasn't much. "The're starring at my chest!" I yelled my face red as a tomato. Her face developed into shock, then quickly turned into a smile, then laughter. "Mom it's not funny!" I quickly said embarrassed my face catching fire. "Looks like it's time for your first bra, I got mine at the exact same age as you, about 9." I nodded vigorously, my brain turning into a mush. "They won't stop whispering and they stare! Not to mention when I play with the ninjas my chest hurts when I run." She reached out her hand, gently caressing my face. She grabbed my chin and forced my mismatched eyes to look at her stone cold eyes. "I want you to remember this Silver, men will stare at anything they find attractive." I gave her a confused expression, where was Mommy going with this. "So?" I questioned.
Her smile disappeared and a cold expression swept over her eyes. Her cold stare turning into one of disgust, suddenly a sharp pain in my cheek exploded and my head was thrown to the side. My mother started screaming at me. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'SO'?" I slowly turned towards her an ache settling in the bottom of my stomach. "MEN ONLY WANT ONE THING, DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT IS?" "N-no-" another sharp pain in my other cheek. "THEY WANT TO CONTROL YOU, FORCE YOU TO DO UNFORGIVABLE THINGS. YOU DON'T WANT TO BE ATTRACTIVE, DON'T YOU EVER FORGET THAT." She grabbed my head and once again and forced my tear prickling eyes to meet hers. "Got it?" She asked barely above a whisper. I nodded slowly, careful not to knock her hand off my head. "Good." She slowly took her hand away from my face, her fiery mood cooling down. "You're always going to wear a sports bra, it pushes down your chest flat as a paper."