this is a short story that i had to write for school...about half of it was
finished the day before it was due T.T
and since it's going in for a school contest i whould like it if you talented
ppl out there please pick out the mistakes.... note that this piece has not been
edited by anyone before. (other then the computer)
happy reading!
(one more thing...the names all taken from animes that i've watched or just hit
me the moment that i needed a name. i'm really sorry if it is unconvinent)
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My Judgment Day by:sukie
"Spit it out girl! Don't make it so hard on yourself, I might just make it
swift if you hand over the information quickly." The large and no doubt
powerful man's grasp tightened around my neck as he inched closer still. We were
almost nose to nose when the stench hit. A thick aroma of fresh tobacco and
I-don't-want-to-know-what-else buried over my barely breathing body, tightening
my screaming lungs.
"Get away from me you jerk! And when the hell was the last time you
brushed your teeth!" I wanted to yell, but my worlds were clouded over by
his strong odor. So instead I coughed, "How many times do I have to tell
you! I don't know what you are talking about!"
"Come now woman, you don't want to see me pissed off." His hold
around my neck continued to clench tighter, making it almost impossible to
breath.
Choking for breath I struggled with my words, I... I... ... I DON'T KNOW!"
But my effort to produce a power cry was in vein, resulting in merely a weak
hiss of air.
"Don't die on my woman..." He whispered right up my face. The sharp
smell of tobacco watered my eyes. Losing my vision I caught his lips curl up in
a distorted smirk behind a bundle of greasy hair that fell over his face. The
rest of his features were hidden by the darkness of the room - my room and
possibly my deathbed.
"With that hair mother wouldn't let him in the house!" I thought
playfully to my self, but before the chance for a little chuckle to escape me
horror struck.
"She is dead! They are all dead! My brother my father! The entire Uchiha
clan has been wiped out! ... And I will be the last to go ... I guess the secret
is lost forever now..." I thought bitterly, as tears started to form in my
eyes. Yes it was true, no matter how much I was neglected by them they are still
my family...
"NO no!" I yelled at myself for having such weak thoughts, "they
are no dead! They must be hiding somewhere! The news reporter that evening a
week ago was wrong! That &#@*! Man is lying! My family can't be dead!
They've got top protection when they boarded that plane - "But no matter ho
much my head protested, my heart knew better pretending to myself is no longer
good enough the bury away all the pain... they are dead... gone. The Uchiha
family - my family has always been a target to the underground world. You see it
all started generations ago when the family was given the all-powerful item -
the Eternity. The Eternity is rumored to have power to over-turn the world, as
we know it. Naturally many people or rather almost everyone who knows about it
wants it so the Uchihas are often threatened and tortured for this item. Which
is also why I find myself in this mess. It's a surprise that I got to live 24
years before someone got a hold of my neck and threatened my life for that
little piece of information.
My tears didn't and couldn't stop; they gushed out from my eyes and raced down
my cheeks. Cooling its burning surface as my mind settled in a pool of old but
dear memories.
"Crying for death already!?" The man laughed with an air of great joy
as if the gods have just decided that it's going to be Christmas everyday of the
year! "I'm not through with you yet... ever heard of oral torture?! Well,
it's somewhat like this - "He reached in my mouth with his freehand, got
hold of one of my back teeth - and started to twist and pull like a hungry lion
feasting on it's already dead prey.
I suppose the pain would have been great, but the ability to sense such has
long since left me. I merely felt a warm stream of moisture trace down my chin,
and then I faded.
With the last thought being, "so much for dental braces... I guess that's
three years of being nerdy wasted..."
* * * (flash back)
In a little room isolated in the back of the house a little shown through to
the bushes of cool dewed grass. The wind howled the rain cried, but no sound of
nature was enough too drawn out the angry conversation that burst out in that
tiny space. A little girl sat in the hallway her back to the door. Listening, in
that spick of a moment she lost all her other senses. As if frozen in time she
opened her ears wide to the sounds of the conversation that flowed out from
inside that room.
"She's a GIRL!" the tall middle-aged man shouted, his fists clenched
up in two shaky balls of meat and his pale skin flared with an angry red hue.
His short dark hair shook as he yelled at the worn-out woman opposite of him.
"You gave birth to a GIRL! Do you expect me to let her be the heir?! HER?
To keep the Uchiha secret?!"
"Please, don't judge her by her gender, she is very sweet and wise and can
grow up to be the perfect descendant to keep this secret of yours." The
beaten woman spoke with an air of surprising force. Her pale skin looked sick
and over-worked. Her long jack-black hair washed down her back like a
forever-moving waterfall. Her eyes looked blank, drained of all emotions, but
her gaze was intense able to burn a holes in paper as she stared at the man
opposite to her.
"You should know that we Uchihas don't EVER pass down the information
about the hiding place of the Eternity to a GIRL!" The man yelled once more
this time with a murderous air.
"True, but do you not see? Mihimaru - my husband?! Kirino is your blood,
your flesh, YOUR DAUGHTER and a Uchiha! Rules are there to be broken, so why not
give her a chance?! I'm sure she will charm you." The woman spoke with a
little proud smile playing around her lips as she stood up to her feet to match
her husband in height.
Her words though spoken weakly and emotionlessly hit a nerve. For a long and
tensions moment there was silence -
The little girl outside the door gathered herself together as she pulled her
pajamas tight around her. She was around five, the thin ray of light that
slipped away from the ajar door that she supported on poured onto her fragile
figure. Following trails of tears, as the tear water raced down their familiar
paths - silent but forceful.
* * * (another flashback)
"Come Brother Akira! This is a big day for you my brother! Today you will
learn of the Uchiha secret!" The 18 years old sister smiled down at her
round-faced brother with teary eyes of happiness.
"What is that sister? What is the secret? Can you tell me so I won't make
a fool of myself in front of father?!" He asked curiosity thick in his
voice as he pushed aside his toy truck caked with sand.
The sun shun brightly on the East Side of the sky, given the early waking
clouds a tinting of gold on their edges. The wind was favorable; jolting the
trees just enough to tremble the aged flower petals and sent them flying into
the cool early morning air.
"I...I'm sorry...but I...I don't know - "Those short and almost
ignorant words changed the atmosphere entirely. In moments the sister's face
tightened as if she is gathering within herself and the scars of age reflected
on her youthful features. "Because they don't like telling the
girls."
"But I like you sister! the bother held out his sandy hands for a hug.
He did not know or perhaps can not know that, that small movement carved a
large and never healing scar in her sister's heart.
The siblings have grown more and more attached to each other, and the little
brother hardly made any decisions without her older sister's council.
Smiling Kirino bend her tall elegant figure to share an embrace with her
brother then slowly whispered into her brother's ears, "Sister doesn't care
as long as you like sister then sister will not care what the others
think."
* * * (another flashback)
"You can't do that father! You can't separate brother and I!" the
tall and beautiful girl's hazel brown eyes were painted red from the loss of
tears and the lack of sleep added the final touch of black circles on her pale
face. "Please father! I beg of you!"
Mihimaru eyed his daughter in deepest disgust as he watched her drop on her
knees. Her long black hair brushed the dirty ground of the garden and her eyes
where puffy and bloodshot.
"Cry, that's all she ever do, making a mess of herself every time. I made
the right choice 18 years ago. This girl is too week to guard the trinity.
She'll probably give the information over if you just give her a evil look! What
a pathetic fool." Mihimaru thought to himself.
"I've already come to my conclusion. Your words will not sway my mind
girl. You've been a bad influence to the heir of the family. From today on, you
will be forbidden to talk to him. I've already arranged for you to be moved to
Washington D.C. " He hissed, showing many signs of annoyance. "Your
plane will leave tomorrow morning at 6:45. So pack tonight and get your face out
of here." Waving his hand he walked away.
The last drops of colours drained from Kirino's pale face. "He's...
he's...he's...serious..." she thought silently to herself. Her tears picked
up force again. They poured out of her bulging red eyes and raced down her
cheeks. She sat there, letting the gray moonlight wash over her defeated body.
Listening to the subtle fainting footsteps of her excuse of a father pacing away
from her.
"Why G.O.D!? WHY?!" She whispered into the cool midsummer night
air.
* * * (back to reality)
I woke to a blurred image of a man's face - "father?!" I thought,
surprised because he didn't even call me for 6 long years now. Oh how hard those
years had been; I slowly reflected. All those nights sitting just wandering if
maybe tonight he will finally call and all those days of getting
'financial-support' mail from him hoping that that today he would add some
worlds of comfort and concern in there.
As my vision regained it's clearness I realized it wasn't my father I was
looking at and I couldn't help the disappointment that ate away at my heart. I
know that to him I'll always be nothing more than an extra mouth to feed, but
deep inside I still longed for his affections.
This disappointment suddenly turned into horror as I felt my gums screaming for
aspirin - I swallowed. Tasting cold, thick and gluey blood but feeling no teeth,
none at all.
"Awake now sleeping beauty?!" My horrible new dentist smacked me
forcefully across the face as if to help me regain consciousness to scream and
yell when he torture me, then he laughed - the ugliest laugh I've even heard,
and probably the last.
Suddenly out of nowhere a car or some sort drove down the street. It's mighty
headlights' light poured through the windows and into the bedroom. First I was
startle, surprise at the fact that no matter how much trouble I was in a
perfectly normal thing like a car crossing a street can still happen. For the
next few seconds I was blended by the furious power of light but that soon went
as well and left my gaze to sway freely around the room. I gasped in shock at
the state of the room.
The bed redefined a bird's nest, with the blankets pilling on top of each other
in a careless manner. The pillows were torn open, and loss feathers covered the
pale carpet floor. The closet on the far right of the room looked like a tornado
hit it... everything was out of it's hook and piles of clothing could be found
stacked up in random files all around the place. The full-length mirror on my
left revealed my current position to my eyes. And let me tell you it wasn't
pretty. I was soaked in blood with starting from my mouth. I looked like I
poured a bottle of ketchup down my throat and front and of course he stood very
close to me still, with a hand still gripping my neck, waiting for the right
moment to shred it apart.
My eyes froze on the man's face. He was smiling! I could make out the curve of
his thin lips with the dime lights of the passing car. I bet he's enjoying this
more than I am. His cold gray eyes were so frozen that they sent shivers up my
neck. His face was abnormally pale; it almost glowed in the fading light. His
hands were covered in blood from the elbow onward to beyond where my vision end,
this can probably explain the darker spots on his white T-shirt. The car slowly
drove up the street, draining the room of light completely and sending it
plunging into a sea of shadows too black to comprehend. Only his outline remains
vaguely visible.
"You know woman the only reason why I didn't cut off your tongue during
that oral torture was because you've got information I want. So let's hear
it." He demanded, then casually reached into his Jean pocket and pulled out
a metal utensil that blazed in the darkness. "You do want your dead body to
be identified don't you?!"
"I told you..." I broke off, feeling the strange sensation of talking
without any teeth - so this is what it's like to be a newborn. Something else
also occurred to me that those short moments of discomfort. "Father had
always expected me to be weak, to submit easily to any form of pressure... but
he is wrong... I'll prove him wrong! I'm going to demonstrate that women if just
good (if not better than) men!" I thought bitterly, there and then I became
desperate, nothing in the world was going to stop me! I was going to keep the
information with me to hell! Even if it is only three words - "I don't
know."
Out laud I whispered, "You should have cut my tongue off, because I'm
taking the information with me to my grave! Want to join me?!"
"Shit on that! SHIT ALL OVER THAT!" He barked, and flanged me like an
enthusiastic painter about to complete his masterpiece with a final stroke of
paint. He threw me all the way across the room, sending me crashing onto the
full length mirror that stood like a guardian reflecting the whole room. SMASH!
I landed. Pieces of broken glass flew in all directions, slicing the air. Some
embedded themselves deep into my back forcing thin strands of blood to dash out.
Some tore away at my bare hands and legs which where protruding from my pajamas.
How long ago it seemed when I put on that pair of pink blossom pajamas and went
to the washroom to wash-up; Only to return to find my room in this messed-up
state and me at gun point. I was too dizzy for much thought from the
incomprehensible pain of being cut apart. I head felt heavy, thick, and ready to
move on.
The next thing I know, I was sitting in a pile of broken glass, watching as
life ran out of me in red streams.
"You BITCH! You are getting me so damned PISSED OFF!" He raced at me
like a wild bull I could almost see the masses of hot air steaming from his
head.
"What a sight... " I thought sitting there frozen. "He should
see himself. It's almost funny!" I started chuckling out loud,
uncontrollably like a mad man I mean like a mad woman.
This got him more worked up. Like lightning he grabbed my right hand and spread
out its five fingers while taking out his metal utensil - a gun.
"What'd hell -" I exclaimed in pour surprise, head spinning with a
mixture of confusion and pain. But I didn't have much time to say more.
He pulled the trigger. Sending a cool, hard bullet ripping through my index
finger. My brain told me to scream, and so I did. It was laud and filled with
horror, pain, sorrow, loneliness, and despair. I screamed like how I wanted to
when I found out my family members were all dead, I screamed like how I wanted
to when I was separated from my family, when I was stripped of the title of
being the heir of the Uchiha Clan. I screamed my best and my last.
"It will all end soon, both physically and mentally. I will be released
forever. Free from all my suffering and troubles. I will welcome this ending. I
shall enjoy this ending." I comforted myself in the mist of the pain.
Feeling the end, I took my last look at the darkness, then closed my eyes and
pasted a victorious smile on my face.
~ I've won, both for Ishida and for myself. And you father have lost.
* * *
Ishida couldn't bear to watch anymore. Quietly he cried in his safe hiding spot
behind the closet. With a white face of exquisite shock he looked up again at
his young and well-loved mother's dead body. He'd seem the whole thing from the
start to finish in his hiding spot.
"So this is what she meant when she told him her judgement day was drawing
nearer." Ishida blinked and continued to stare at his mother's lifeless
body in horror. "Why didn't she save herself... why did she only save
him?!"
wow that is so cool. there are a few grammer errors nothing major but dang this
is good.
"Don't die on my woman..." He whispered right up my face.
- should be me not my
, "they are no dead!
not instead of no
"But no matter ho much my head protested,
how instead of ho
like i said minor stuff there are a few more but you did an awesome job on this
and wonder to myself if you are going to finish it up even if it is a short
story it could have so much more added to it.
That is just an awsome story! I had one of my friends read your story too! She
really liked it! Though you did have a few grammar errors, but that is
exceptable sine I had 42 comma errors on a paper of mine!^__^ But that was an
awsome story! You did a fantastic job on it!^__^
this is a short story that i had to write for school...about half of it was finished the day before it was due T.T
and since it's going in for a school contest i whould like it if you talented ppl out there please pick out the mistakes.... note that this piece has not been edited by anyone before. (other then the computer)
happy reading!
(one more thing...the names all taken from animes that i've watched or just hit me the moment that i needed a name. i'm really sorry if it is unconvinent)
____________________________
My Judgment Day by:sukie
"Spit it out girl! Don't make it so hard on yourself, I might just make it swift if you hand over the information quickly." The large and no doubt powerful man's grasp tightened around my neck as he inched closer still. We were almost nose to nose when the stench hit. A thick aroma of fresh tobacco and I-don't-want-to-know-what-else buried over my barely breathing body, tightening my screaming lungs.
"Get away from me you jerk! And when the hell was the last time you brushed your teeth!" I wanted to yell, but my worlds were clouded over by his strong odor. So instead I coughed, "How many times do I have to tell you! I don't know what you are talking about!"
"Come now woman, you don't want to see me pissed off." His hold around my neck continued to clench tighter, making it almost impossible to breath.
Choking for breath I struggled with my words, I... I... ... I DON'T KNOW!" But my effort to produce a power cry was in vein, resulting in merely a weak hiss of air.
"Don't die on my woman..." He whispered right up my face. The sharp smell of tobacco watered my eyes. Losing my vision I caught his lips curl up in a distorted smirk behind a bundle of greasy hair that fell over his face. The rest of his features were hidden by the darkness of the room - my room and possibly my deathbed.
"With that hair mother wouldn't let him in the house!" I thought playfully to my self, but before the chance for a little chuckle to escape me horror struck.
"She is dead! They are all dead! My brother my father! The entire Uchiha clan has been wiped out! ... And I will be the last to go ... I guess the secret is lost forever now..." I thought bitterly, as tears started to form in my eyes. Yes it was true, no matter how much I was neglected by them they are still my family...
"NO no!" I yelled at myself for having such weak thoughts, "they are no dead! They must be hiding somewhere! The news reporter that evening a week ago was wrong! That &#@*! Man is lying! My family can't be dead! They've got top protection when they boarded that plane - "But no matter ho much my head protested, my heart knew better pretending to myself is no longer good enough the bury away all the pain... they are dead... gone. The Uchiha family - my family has always been a target to the underground world. You see it all started generations ago when the family was given the all-powerful item - the Eternity. The Eternity is rumored to have power to over-turn the world, as we know it. Naturally many people or rather almost everyone who knows about it wants it so the Uchihas are often threatened and tortured for this item. Which is also why I find myself in this mess. It's a surprise that I got to live 24 years before someone got a hold of my neck and threatened my life for that little piece of information.
My tears didn't and couldn't stop; they gushed out from my eyes and raced down my cheeks. Cooling its burning surface as my mind settled in a pool of old but dear memories.
"Crying for death already!?" The man laughed with an air of great joy as if the gods have just decided that it's going to be Christmas everyday of the year! "I'm not through with you yet... ever heard of oral torture?! Well, it's somewhat like this - "He reached in my mouth with his freehand, got hold of one of my back teeth - and started to twist and pull like a hungry lion feasting on it's already dead prey.
I suppose the pain would have been great, but the ability to sense such has long since left me. I merely felt a warm stream of moisture trace down my chin, and then I faded.
With the last thought being, "so much for dental braces... I guess that's three years of being nerdy wasted..."
* * * (flash back)
In a little room isolated in the back of the house a little shown through to the bushes of cool dewed grass. The wind howled the rain cried, but no sound of nature was enough too drawn out the angry conversation that burst out in that tiny space. A little girl sat in the hallway her back to the door. Listening, in that spick of a moment she lost all her other senses. As if frozen in time she opened her ears wide to the sounds of the conversation that flowed out from inside that room.
"She's a GIRL!" the tall middle-aged man shouted, his fists clenched up in two shaky balls of meat and his pale skin flared with an angry red hue. His short dark hair shook as he yelled at the worn-out woman opposite of him. "You gave birth to a GIRL! Do you expect me to let her be the heir?! HER? To keep the Uchiha secret?!"
"Please, don't judge her by her gender, she is very sweet and wise and can grow up to be the perfect descendant to keep this secret of yours." The beaten woman spoke with an air of surprising force. Her pale skin looked sick and over-worked. Her long jack-black hair washed down her back like a forever-moving waterfall. Her eyes looked blank, drained of all emotions, but her gaze was intense able to burn a holes in paper as she stared at the man opposite to her.
"You should know that we Uchihas don't EVER pass down the information about the hiding place of the Eternity to a GIRL!" The man yelled once more this time with a murderous air.
"True, but do you not see? Mihimaru - my husband?! Kirino is your blood, your flesh, YOUR DAUGHTER and a Uchiha! Rules are there to be broken, so why not give her a chance?! I'm sure she will charm you." The woman spoke with a little proud smile playing around her lips as she stood up to her feet to match her husband in height.
Her words though spoken weakly and emotionlessly hit a nerve. For a long and tensions moment there was silence -
The little girl outside the door gathered herself together as she pulled her pajamas tight around her. She was around five, the thin ray of light that slipped away from the ajar door that she supported on poured onto her fragile figure. Following trails of tears, as the tear water raced down their familiar paths - silent but forceful.
* * * (another flashback)
"Come Brother Akira! This is a big day for you my brother! Today you will learn of the Uchiha secret!" The 18 years old sister smiled down at her round-faced brother with teary eyes of happiness.
"What is that sister? What is the secret? Can you tell me so I won't make a fool of myself in front of father?!" He asked curiosity thick in his voice as he pushed aside his toy truck caked with sand.
The sun shun brightly on the East Side of the sky, given the early waking clouds a tinting of gold on their edges. The wind was favorable; jolting the trees just enough to tremble the aged flower petals and sent them flying into the cool early morning air.
"I...I'm sorry...but I...I don't know - "Those short and almost ignorant words changed the atmosphere entirely. In moments the sister's face tightened as if she is gathering within herself and the scars of age reflected on her youthful features. "Because they don't like telling the girls."
"But I like you sister! the bother held out his sandy hands for a hug.
He did not know or perhaps can not know that, that small movement carved a large and never healing scar in her sister's heart.
The siblings have grown more and more attached to each other, and the little brother hardly made any decisions without her older sister's council.
Smiling Kirino bend her tall elegant figure to share an embrace with her brother then slowly whispered into her brother's ears, "Sister doesn't care as long as you like sister then sister will not care what the others think."
* * * (another flashback)
"You can't do that father! You can't separate brother and I!" the tall and beautiful girl's hazel brown eyes were painted red from the loss of tears and the lack of sleep added the final touch of black circles on her pale face. "Please father! I beg of you!"
Mihimaru eyed his daughter in deepest disgust as he watched her drop on her knees. Her long black hair brushed the dirty ground of the garden and her eyes where puffy and bloodshot.
"Cry, that's all she ever do, making a mess of herself every time. I made the right choice 18 years ago. This girl is too week to guard the trinity. She'll probably give the information over if you just give her a evil look! What a pathetic fool." Mihimaru thought to himself.
"I've already come to my conclusion. Your words will not sway my mind girl. You've been a bad influence to the heir of the family. From today on, you will be forbidden to talk to him. I've already arranged for you to be moved to Washington D.C. " He hissed, showing many signs of annoyance. "Your plane will leave tomorrow morning at 6:45. So pack tonight and get your face out of here." Waving his hand he walked away.
The last drops of colours drained from Kirino's pale face. "He's... he's...he's...serious..." she thought silently to herself. Her tears picked up force again. They poured out of her bulging red eyes and raced down her cheeks. She sat there, letting the gray moonlight wash over her defeated body. Listening to the subtle fainting footsteps of her excuse of a father pacing away from her.
"Why G.O.D!? WHY?!" She whispered into the cool midsummer night air.
* * * (back to reality)
I woke to a blurred image of a man's face - "father?!" I thought, surprised because he didn't even call me for 6 long years now. Oh how hard those years had been; I slowly reflected. All those nights sitting just wandering if maybe tonight he will finally call and all those days of getting 'financial-support' mail from him hoping that that today he would add some worlds of comfort and concern in there.
As my vision regained it's clearness I realized it wasn't my father I was looking at and I couldn't help the disappointment that ate away at my heart. I know that to him I'll always be nothing more than an extra mouth to feed, but deep inside I still longed for his affections.
This disappointment suddenly turned into horror as I felt my gums screaming for aspirin - I swallowed. Tasting cold, thick and gluey blood but feeling no teeth, none at all.
"Awake now sleeping beauty?!" My horrible new dentist smacked me forcefully across the face as if to help me regain consciousness to scream and yell when he torture me, then he laughed - the ugliest laugh I've even heard, and probably the last.
Suddenly out of nowhere a car or some sort drove down the street. It's mighty headlights' light poured through the windows and into the bedroom. First I was startle, surprise at the fact that no matter how much trouble I was in a perfectly normal thing like a car crossing a street can still happen. For the next few seconds I was blended by the furious power of light but that soon went as well and left my gaze to sway freely around the room. I gasped in shock at the state of the room.
The bed redefined a bird's nest, with the blankets pilling on top of each other in a careless manner. The pillows were torn open, and loss feathers covered the pale carpet floor. The closet on the far right of the room looked like a tornado hit it... everything was out of it's hook and piles of clothing could be found stacked up in random files all around the place. The full-length mirror on my left revealed my current position to my eyes. And let me tell you it wasn't pretty. I was soaked in blood with starting from my mouth. I looked like I poured a bottle of ketchup down my throat and front and of course he stood very close to me still, with a hand still gripping my neck, waiting for the right moment to shred it apart.
My eyes froze on the man's face. He was smiling! I could make out the curve of his thin lips with the dime lights of the passing car. I bet he's enjoying this more than I am. His cold gray eyes were so frozen that they sent shivers up my neck. His face was abnormally pale; it almost glowed in the fading light. His hands were covered in blood from the elbow onward to beyond where my vision end, this can probably explain the darker spots on his white T-shirt. The car slowly drove up the street, draining the room of light completely and sending it plunging into a sea of shadows too black to comprehend. Only his outline remains vaguely visible.
"You know woman the only reason why I didn't cut off your tongue during that oral torture was because you've got information I want. So let's hear it." He demanded, then casually reached into his Jean pocket and pulled out a metal utensil that blazed in the darkness. "You do want your dead body to be identified don't you?!"
"I told you..." I broke off, feeling the strange sensation of talking without any teeth - so this is what it's like to be a newborn. Something else also occurred to me that those short moments of discomfort. "Father had always expected me to be weak, to submit easily to any form of pressure... but he is wrong... I'll prove him wrong! I'm going to demonstrate that women if just good (if not better than) men!" I thought bitterly, there and then I became desperate, nothing in the world was going to stop me! I was going to keep the information with me to hell! Even if it is only three words - "I don't know."
Out laud I whispered, "You should have cut my tongue off, because I'm taking the information with me to my grave! Want to join me?!"
"Shit on that! SHIT ALL OVER THAT!" He barked, and flanged me like an enthusiastic painter about to complete his masterpiece with a final stroke of paint. He threw me all the way across the room, sending me crashing onto the full length mirror that stood like a guardian reflecting the whole room. SMASH! I landed. Pieces of broken glass flew in all directions, slicing the air. Some embedded themselves deep into my back forcing thin strands of blood to dash out. Some tore away at my bare hands and legs which where protruding from my pajamas. How long ago it seemed when I put on that pair of pink blossom pajamas and went to the washroom to wash-up; Only to return to find my room in this messed-up state and me at gun point. I was too dizzy for much thought from the incomprehensible pain of being cut apart. I head felt heavy, thick, and ready to move on.
The next thing I know, I was sitting in a pile of broken glass, watching as life ran out of me in red streams.
"You BITCH! You are getting me so damned PISSED OFF!" He raced at me like a wild bull I could almost see the masses of hot air steaming from his head.
"What a sight... " I thought sitting there frozen. "He should see himself. It's almost funny!" I started chuckling out loud, uncontrollably like a mad man I mean like a mad woman.
This got him more worked up. Like lightning he grabbed my right hand and spread out its five fingers while taking out his metal utensil - a gun.
"What'd hell -" I exclaimed in pour surprise, head spinning with a mixture of confusion and pain. But I didn't have much time to say more.
He pulled the trigger. Sending a cool, hard bullet ripping through my index finger. My brain told me to scream, and so I did. It was laud and filled with horror, pain, sorrow, loneliness, and despair. I screamed like how I wanted to when I found out my family members were all dead, I screamed like how I wanted to when I was separated from my family, when I was stripped of the title of being the heir of the Uchiha Clan. I screamed my best and my last.
"It will all end soon, both physically and mentally. I will be released forever. Free from all my suffering and troubles. I will welcome this ending. I shall enjoy this ending." I comforted myself in the mist of the pain. Feeling the end, I took my last look at the darkness, then closed my eyes and pasted a victorious smile on my face.
~ I've won, both for Ishida and for myself. And you father have lost.
* * *
Ishida couldn't bear to watch anymore. Quietly he cried in his safe hiding spot behind the closet. With a white face of exquisite shock he looked up again at his young and well-loved mother's dead body. He'd seem the whole thing from the start to finish in his hiding spot.
"So this is what she meant when she told him her judgement day was drawing nearer." Ishida blinked and continued to stare at his mother's lifeless body in horror. "Why didn't she save herself... why did she only save him?!"
wow that is so cool. there are a few grammer errors nothing major but dang this is good.
"Don't die on my woman..." He whispered right up my face.
- should be me not my
, "they are no dead!
not instead of no
"But no matter ho much my head protested,
how instead of ho
like i said minor stuff there are a few more but you did an awesome job on this and wonder to myself if you are going to finish it up even if it is a short story it could have so much more added to it.
OMG I love this story, ...I didnt get to finish it but I promise I will my little sukiieeee, yes you are.. yes you AREEE!
That is just an awsome story! I had one of my friends read your story too! She really liked it! Though you did have a few grammar errors, but that is exceptable sine I had 42 comma errors on a paper of mine!^__^ But that was an awsome story! You did a fantastic job on it!^__^
