Ignorance is Bliss

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-One

“Bliss~!” A familiar female voice sung. Metal sliding against metal was heard, followed by an awful light invading the room- almost as if it had been purposely put there to heinously corrupt my soul of all happiness. “Wake up!” 

Moaning, I stretched, begrudgingly trying to blink my eyes open. But, every time I’d open them, they’d automatically shut, again. It was hopeless. 

“Maybe some other time,” I mumbled into my pillow, burying my face deeper into the feather stuffed slice of heaven. I heard her sigh, and then the light padding of feet walking away. 

So, by then, I safely assumed that she had left. 

I stretched my palms to the side, feeling nothing but the empty bed next to me. I was relieved to know he had left before anyone had the chance to catch us. But, there would always be that dull ache of disappointment, the emptiness upon realizing I wasn’t liable to spend as much time with him as I once was. And, even then it had been limited. 

But, at least at home, I didn’t have to sneak around. 

Then, the question that had been bothering me bubbled up: why had he even shown up? He was…drunk. It was hard to tell if his intentions had been made consciously. Otherwise, why else would he come?

I rolled over, throwing my arm on my forehead. As per usual, I was stuck thinking about Teen Dream. But, was he even still a dream? Because, lately, the characteristics have turned to point to more of a nightmare. 

One I’ll never wake up from.

But, going through hell with him seemed more comfortable than numbly living in the village- alone. 

No matter how terrible Deidara made things seem, or how worse the situation became because of him, he always made things better; just by being there. Because he was Deidara. Simply for existing. 

It was a perfect contradiction that made terrible sense. 

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“Bliss,” Sakura sighed, “there’s someone downstairs for you.” I absent mindedly nodded, stuffing more food into my mouth. I had been blankly staring at the television screen, barely registering the flickering light. My mind was blank, and my eyes unseeing. 

“Now, Bliss.” The pinkette growled, putting authority behind her stern voice. Still, I paid no mind to her, putting whatever was in my lap, into my mouth. 

Sakura sighed, clicking of the TV. The girl forced my chin to point towards her, emerald eyes staring down at me, having been soaked in concern. “Don’t eat the remote, Bliss.” She sounded defeated as she removed the device from between my teeth, acting as if she had been talking to a small child. 

And, I felt like one. 

The way I was, so ignorant and unprepared for the outside world; how truly defenseless I was. And, as Sakura had said, easily victimized by the horrors of television- whatever that meant. 

“Now, come downstairs. There’s someone waiting for you.”

“Who?”

The pinkette gave me a sly smile, placing her hand on my lower back as she escorted me out of the room. And, even though she had hardly put any pressure behind her small push, I could tell she was strong. Not as strong as Deidara. But, still, stronger than I could ever hope to be. 

I shivered as I remembered the male, his drunken gaze still etched into my mind. The way he held me across his chest, not once letting up on his firm hold. I knew it was probably the alcohol that made him do it. But, for once, Deidara had been acting like the man I was so accustomed to in my nice guy fantasies. 

If I had liked him, before, then I was completely invested in him, now. 

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My body froze. I could still feel Sakura’s gentle pushing as she tried to direct me to the kitchen, but I couldn’t move. 

It was like my body had stopped listening to my brain- did it shut down? - making it hard to even get air to my lungs. How did one breathe? Walk? Talk? I didn’t know. 

I couldn’t think of how to even remember. 

All I knew was that hair. 

That goddamn fluorescent orange colored hair, still only reaching her shoulders; differing from my hip-long auburn tresses. Where her skin had been softly kissed by the sun, mine had been avoided, bearing the color of a paste. 

The only thing that had ever been the same between this woman and I had been our eyes. The very same eyes Deidara had said he liked. 

Almost as if she had sensed our presences, the woman turned, her thin lips pulling into what I guessed was supposed to be a smile. And, if it didn’t look as if it were physically harming her, I would have believed it to be so. 

As our gazes interlocked, I realized I didn’t know how I was supposed to feel. How does she feel?

Should I have been happy? Pained? Remorseful? Angry?

Did she feel comforted? Troubled? Guilty?

I mean, it wasn’t everyday a mother left their sick child to fend for themselves. 

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I hope this story isn’t getting predictable oh. I would crey. And I’m really hungry. What does this have to do with anything, you ask? Nothing. I’m just hungry. Oops.