Stitching the Gaps

2. Her Scars

A/N:

Itachi 5 years older than Sasuke.

Sasuke 8 years old. Itachi 13 years old.

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My mind registered to steady beating and fuzzy mumbling. A crack of light hit between my fluttering lashes as I awaken. I shifted around to see where that noise is coming from. I glanced at the screen to see its pitched black. Outside my room, no nurse or doctor presented. I rolled to the other side to see my mother humming a tune with a peaceful aura around her.

"Finally awake. My little boy." She stopped twirling her knitting sticks around the single string and came over to me. A soft plush of her lips pressed on my forehead tickled. I tried not to laugh when she casually wraps me up like a bug in a spiders grasp. In her arms, I just want to fall asleep again. She was just so comfortable.

I melted in her arms when she stroked my short spikes on the back of my head. Her gentle hand can put anything at its peace. That's why I love my mom the most. She should win the yearly mother awards.

"How are you feeling?" My eardrums felt her vibrant voice through her own chest. No holes in her chest. Never was. I sank my hand upon her bosom to hear her own life drumming. So nice. I can just dream again. And wake up to see her gone. I clenched to her blouse tighter. I don't want her to ever leave me. Leave me here. There's nothing in here.

"Tell me that I'm going to go home soon." Pursing my lips, she kissed my forehead.

"You're going to go home soon, Sasuke. Just be patient." My face tightens up. A burning sensation pinches its way up my cheeks to my lower eyes. I couldn't hold in my outburst. I cried in my mother's hold. I hate to crack her mirror. Sometimes I do this on purpose for more attention from my mom. She is the only one I will accept to see me break down and feel my misery.

Still, her hand rubbed my head and back up and down. Call me a big baby. Call me mama's boy. I don't care about all the name calls and teasing. Alone in this room isn't meant for kids like me. I want to go home. When will I go home? I miss waking up smelling coffee. Soon as I go down stairs, eggs, salmon, rice, and tea hits my face. I miss mother's breakfast. I miss how delicious it is to me.

My tummy started talking.

"Good morning, here's your boy's meal." An aged woman walks in with her very own mask. She strolled the cart of food towards my bed. My mother stood up, removing herself away from me. I pouted. I quickly rubbed my face.

As mother helped the old woman placing the food on my table, someone else walked in. And another.

Her.

"Hi there! I'm Hyuga Yuna. You must be Sasuke's parent." The lady shook my mother's hand. The breakfastlady retreated from the room and this younger lady took over. She replaced the fluid again and checked the monitors. My mother strolled the table in front of me.

"I am. I'm Uchiha Mikoto." Mom sat back down next to me. I lifted the lid to see today's special. Oatmeal, small bottle of apple juice, banana, small carton of milk, and a biscuit. Swell. I had that yesterday.

"Eat up, Sascakes!" Those weird eyes again. She did the same tippy toes stance again. Her arms folded under her chin and her glowing face stayed in place like a still image. Her mother laughed.

"Honey. His name is Sasuke. Sa-Su-Ke." She even broke down my name for her. The girl nodded her head.

"Sa-Suke. Sasu-Ke. Sasuke! Sasuke! I did it mama!" She cheered. She held up her hand and her mother gave her one high-five, praising her. Was my name that hard?