Who Cares? (Naruto): #33 - Desperate plea
Title: Who Cares?
Author: scarlet_ivy
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: #33 - Desperate plea
Genre/s: Angst
Warning/s: bloody/violent-ish, angst
Words: 532
Summary: I don’t know why they assume that I can’t hear them. The word of a comrade is worth nothing; they betray me until there is nothing left to hurt. But who cares?
Disclaimer: still don’t own anything
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Who Cares?
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"Look at that. No wonder its parents abandoned it. Demon brat." Snide remarks by people on the streets and cruel eyes stare holes into my back.
I don't know why they assume that I don't know what they are saying just because they speak in quiet whispers and with a hand covering their mouths. As if I need to read their lips to know they’re talking about me. I can hear too, you know. Every single hateful word that comes out of their mouths.
It is almost habit for them to vent their angers, fears, and insecurities on my body and mind, leaving invisible wounds and scars that will never heal. And I let them. Each little word and action feels like a cold hand clawing its way into my heart and taking a piece of my soul with it. But that’s okay. In a way, it’s comforting, knowing that it is the one thing in my life that will never change. I add the memories and pain to my slowly growing collection of scars. Because who cares? They just take and take and take and never give back. Friends? Comrades? All lies. They betray me, one at a time, until there is nothing left to hurt. I'm so tired; is it okay for me to just let go?
I allow the heat to engulf me as I succumb to the raging inferno slowly taking over my mind.
... It feels as if a filter is put over my eyes. Everything is reflected in shades of red. Sounds seem muted. It's hard to move, like someone has put weights on my limbs or given me tranquillizers. My ears are ringing, yet everything is drowned in silence. One of my senses seem unaffected by the change though; the sense of touch. My body feels heavy and wet, and I can feel my clothes sticking to my skin; did someone throw me into the river again?
The sudden streak of black in a world of red surprises me. Pain rips through my gut, and I can feel blood choking my throat, can taste the coppery substance in the back of my mouth. My mind is clouded in a red hot daze, and I can't think. The person in front of me smirks, malicious glee glinting in his eyes, and in an instant, everything sharpens and comes into focus. There was no red veil over my vision; everything is bathed in crimson, blood covering each and every surface. Smoke billows in the air, and the stench of burning flesh fills my nostrils with its sharp and acrid scent. Faintly, through the rush in my ears, I hear people cheering on from the sidelines. It hurts hurts hurts having a chidori slammed into my chest for a second fucking time, as chants-
"Uchiha! Uchiha! Uchiha!"
-echo in my ears. The strength leaves my body and I slump forward into the bastard's arms. He shoves me off of him with a disgusted grunt. I hit the ground with a solid thump. Pain explodes in my body and I can see white flashes before my eyes. It hurts it hurts it hurts hurts hurts hurtshurtshurtshurtshurtshurtshurts
But who cares?
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A/N: Supposed to be sort of like a companion piece to Cold, but the italic and bold thing doesn’t work as well for this one. T^T fail…
This is Naruto’s version. I was planning on doing a poem kind of thing for Killer Bee, but… I’ve lost interest. Hope you enjoyed!
Author: scarlet_ivy
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: #33 - Desperate plea
Genre/s: Angst
Warning/s: bloody/violent-ish, angst
Words: 532
Summary: I don’t know why they assume that I can’t hear them. The word of a comrade is worth nothing; they betray me until there is nothing left to hurt. But who cares?
Disclaimer: still don’t own anything
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Who Cares?
---
"Look at that. No wonder its parents abandoned it. Demon brat." Snide remarks by people on the streets and cruel eyes stare holes into my back.
I don't know why they assume that I don't know what they are saying just because they speak in quiet whispers and with a hand covering their mouths. As if I need to read their lips to know they’re talking about me. I can hear too, you know. Every single hateful word that comes out of their mouths.
It is almost habit for them to vent their angers, fears, and insecurities on my body and mind, leaving invisible wounds and scars that will never heal. And I let them. Each little word and action feels like a cold hand clawing its way into my heart and taking a piece of my soul with it. But that’s okay. In a way, it’s comforting, knowing that it is the one thing in my life that will never change. I add the memories and pain to my slowly growing collection of scars. Because who cares? They just take and take and take and never give back. Friends? Comrades? All lies. They betray me, one at a time, until there is nothing left to hurt. I'm so tired; is it okay for me to just let go?
I allow the heat to engulf me as I succumb to the raging inferno slowly taking over my mind.
... It feels as if a filter is put over my eyes. Everything is reflected in shades of red. Sounds seem muted. It's hard to move, like someone has put weights on my limbs or given me tranquillizers. My ears are ringing, yet everything is drowned in silence. One of my senses seem unaffected by the change though; the sense of touch. My body feels heavy and wet, and I can feel my clothes sticking to my skin; did someone throw me into the river again?
The sudden streak of black in a world of red surprises me. Pain rips through my gut, and I can feel blood choking my throat, can taste the coppery substance in the back of my mouth. My mind is clouded in a red hot daze, and I can't think. The person in front of me smirks, malicious glee glinting in his eyes, and in an instant, everything sharpens and comes into focus. There was no red veil over my vision; everything is bathed in crimson, blood covering each and every surface. Smoke billows in the air, and the stench of burning flesh fills my nostrils with its sharp and acrid scent. Faintly, through the rush in my ears, I hear people cheering on from the sidelines. It hurts hurts hurts having a chidori slammed into my chest for a second fucking time, as chants-
"Uchiha! Uchiha! Uchiha!"
-echo in my ears. The strength leaves my body and I slump forward into the bastard's arms. He shoves me off of him with a disgusted grunt. I hit the ground with a solid thump. Pain explodes in my body and I can see white flashes before my eyes. It hurts it hurts it hurts hurts hurts hurtshurtshurtshurtshurtshurtshurts
But who cares?
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A/N: Supposed to be sort of like a companion piece to Cold, but the italic and bold thing doesn’t work as well for this one. T^T fail…
This is Naruto’s version. I was planning on doing a poem kind of thing for Killer Bee, but… I’ve lost interest. Hope you enjoyed!