Sadness and Sorrow

Meeting

~last chapter~

They're by the bed now. They grab my legs, my arms, and hold me down just like he does when he rapes me. The lookalikes try to tie me down. And that's when I lose it. I start to scream.

I barely hear anything over the sound of pure fear roaring in my ears. Adrenaline is rushing through my veins. I start to flail. It can't happen again!

Sasuke shouts something at the Orochimarus, and they back off. I shoot up, tearing IVs and wires out of me, and before anyone can stop me, I run out of the door... right into a broad chest.

Ow, pain. Dizziness.

I am a little calmer now that no one's touching me, and pain's clearing up some of that dizziness. So, from my current seat on the floor, I look up.

It's an old guy with long, spiky white hair and long, red lines on his cheeks, starting from his eyes. He smiles down at me. "Well, I certainly didn't expect my grandson to come smashing into me when we first meet, but I can't say I'm not pleased!"

"Who are you?" I ask, as Sasuke comes behind me, grabbing me by my shoulders. I look at him; he's giving me a 'We'll talk later' look.

"Obviously I'm your grandpa," the old guy replies sarcastically. "Just a crumb outta the stale cookie!"

I sweatdrop. "What?" This dude is totally insane. Even more messed up than me.

Fugaku steps in, slapping a hand over my so-called grandfather's big mouth. "This is Jiraiya, your grandfather. He's a little eccentric, but..."

I furrow my brow. "That's impossible. All my family is dead."

"You were told that no one was left. But I'm here, aren't I?" the old guy says, and I stand up shakily to put out my hand.

"Naruto. Pleasure to meet you, old man." Jiraiya takes my hand and shakes it with a firm grip.

"I like you already, boy!"

I grin.

POV change!

I've never been so afraid in my life. Niisan isn't here to stop him. I... I think Niisan is dead.

The tears haven't stopped falling since he left Niisan in the forest. He's keeping me tied up. I barely have any strength to move. He refuses to feed me.

Niisan, if you're alive... help me, please. He's gonna hurt me. I'm sorry I'm not strong enough to help myself. I'm sorry I couldn't help you. I'm sorry. You could have left a long time ago if it wasn't for me. All you do is protect me. I wish I could be stronger.

I'm sorry, Niisan.

Agh! I want to write more, but I can't! Something in me just makes it impossible to keep going. But it feels so short!

The laments of an author. What is life.