DollFace

Chapter Six

Ghosts

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The silence echoed around as the little girl wandered aimlessly through the hallway. Slightly limping from training, thoughts clouded with fatigue she trudged on towards her room with the only sounds being her footsteps.

The house seemed lonely, as if pleading for someone to mend the broken picture frames and the cracks lining the walls. Her face was twisted into a frown, each step grimacing more and more, the less it felt like home. The terrible memories haunting, her mother's voice sweet like honey.

"Home sweet Home."

A house that yearned for company, and a child that longed for love. What a miserable combination, Sakura thought to herself.

Sakura's jade eyes became damp, never leaving the floor.

"Why the gloomy face dear?" She bit her tongue, the words seem to be stuck.

"After all, it was you who killed me."

"SHUT UP!" The pinkette screamed, covering her ears. Tears stained her clothes as a hollow laugh travelled through the hallway. A breath of chilly air wafted through the house. Sakura felt a deep, cold dread settling in the pit of her stomach from the silhouette on the other end. It limped forward ever so slowly, the soft tapping of it's feet accompanying it's stride as the house grew colder and colder. She stepped backwards, a mortified expression creeping up on her face. 

"Nonononononono," she muttered under her breath, "you're dead. You're supposed to be DEAD!" She cried.

"You don't exist, yes, you don't exist!" Sakura laughed hysterically, goosebumps rising across her skin. Surely something dead wouldn't be able to talk?

"They don't love you, Sakura."  It croaked in that awful, disembodied voice. It sounded remorseful, as if it came to regret it's actions.

Even in her demise, Mebuki looked devastatingly beautiful, and yet now, all Sakura thought of was how ugly it all seemed. She was still dressed in the same clothes she was murdered in. Scars present everywhere on her body, blood oozing out from the cuts and bruises. She smelt like rotten flesh.

Sakura leaned against a wall, kicking out, her tears never seemed to stop.

"No! Go AWAY! GO AWAY!" She pleaded desperately. Her mother slowly crouched down, her body twitching and cracking, as if it was bent the wrong way. With each movement blood gushed out her being. Yet the creature paid no heed. She only inched closer towards Sakura.

Sakura felt cold, stiff arms wrap around her small frame. The pungent smell of rotting flesh burning her nose and making her want to puke. Bony fingers clutched her shirt viciously, as if afraid she would disappear. She felt cold. Despite it all, the hand on her head stroked her hair gently, lovingly.

"Only I truly love you." Her mother whispered, dirty blonde locks hung in font of Sakura, the blood falling onto her.

Sakura's loud wails turned into soft sobs, she no longer tried to push her away.

"Please," she whispered into her deceased mother's chest, ignoring the pungent odour, "go away."

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Ino noticed the dark circles under the pinkette's eyes; how pale her skin was. She felt responsible to protect her, pick her up when she falls. She beamed a happy smile,"Sakura!" But when she looked at those dull, green eyes, for the first time Ino Yamanaka didn't know her friend.

"C'mon Sakura, Let's have a sleepover at my place!" She tried. "No thanks," the girl's voice seemed hoarse, as if she had been crying,"I'm busy." She walked straight past the blonde, not even acknowledging her friend.

Ino turned to face the direction the pinkette was walking towards. She stood there, frozen in shock.

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Sakura knocked three times on the door of the Hokage's office. She placed a confident face on and entered.

"I want you to make me your apprentice."

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"I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity."
~Edgar Allen Poe

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to be continued~