Confessions Of The Red Eye 🔚

Entry 20

Name: Kakashi Hatake

Age: 14

Red symbolizes so many things.

Love.

Protection.

Friendship.

Rin.

Minato-sensei.

Me.

People say one sacrifice to save a hundred people is worth doing.

But the such sacrifice... people never say how that could destroy a hundred people.

Realization comes with passing.

Loss comes with maturity.

I see the world in so many different ways, with each person dying, leaving, betraying. I wonder which one is right and which one is wrong. 

Black and white is no such thing. Gray bleeds into the world... its so different to what everyone thinks the world is like.

I don't even know what to do anymore.

Everyone is gone. The village is in pieces.

Fire is raging around me, people are screaming. The stench of smoke rises around me. 

And I can't even do anything. The inky blackness of night falls upon the ablaze civilization, which is slowly becoming into something of a mayhem.

Dropping to my knees, I struggle to keep my voice within me. People are running and sprinting, and I just stare to the sky, still in the destructiveness.

I see the red tails flying about, mirroring the judgement of death. The moon shadows behind, its light compared so weak to the darkness overtaking the world.

 I smell red. Reds got a strong smell.

Its smells of iron and weakness. It drips from my forehead slowly, every drop showing my weakness as I let time pass over me, my eyes blinking, facing the horror thats upon me.

To which I can't do anything about.

All I can do, is hope.