StarvationShe is a teenager. Infested with boiling emotions that bubble up to her lips and make her say things she doesn't even really mean. She is a teenager. The type that hides things from others because shame is the key element in her life that keeps her from growing up. She is a teenager. Trying hard to make the switch to adulthood yet struggling against her memories of warm happiness. She is a teenager. The lonely kind.
The magazine was less entertaining than the TV, but both were taken over by skinny models in haute couture and the latest fashion. A glass of water was held poised between her boney fingers, and she tentatively sipped it every-so-often, trying to take her mind off the meals she'd skipped. They said that not eating was the worst thing you could do to your body, and that you would only gain weight instead of losing it. But if that was so, she thought, then why would all those anorexi
Broken WingsHe stared at her as she walked by. She was chatting with her friend, was boarding the tram with as little bounce in her step as anyone on Monday morning, but looked breathtaking nonetheless.
He took the same tram as her nearly every day.
In his mind, he sort of looked forward to the tiny, brief meetings.
They didn't smile at each-other, or attempt to strike up a conversation.
Never did they sit beside each other as the vehicle departed.
But he knew she could feel him staring at her secretly.
He knew there was a possibility that she could hear his music, so he changed it to something she might like, just for the off chance that they might get to speak about mutual music interests. Just in case.
Then, suddenly, she stopped taking the same tram as him.
He didn't worry about it at first; didn't search the playground for her face.
Didn't realize that her friend was nowhere to be seen, either.
Eventually, he forgot all about his little crush. The last remnants having been washed away the mom
They Just KnowDiscl: Naruto is property of Masashi Kishimoto.
This is a great song to listen to while you're reading this ;D
Kankurou knew. Nobody had to tell him, or warn him, or prepare him for anything. He just knew. The moment his mother died, it came to him. His father wasn't around to tell him, and the rest of their family wasn't interested enough to. But the moment she produced a blood-curdling cry and her body fell limp, was the moment he realized he would have to take care of his family from now on. His little sister, Temari, who was so confused that night, needed comfort, even though she lied and said she didn't. Temari-chan had hidden in the laundry-room, trying to remember images of her mother folding up clothes with the sweetest smell hanging in the air. Kankurou had taken his baby brother, Gaara, and gone over to her. They quietly entertained the baby, trying t
Naruto Broken Addict :6:When I woke up, it wasn't to the sound of barking, or a ranting old lady, or lady Hokage telling me I was late for a mission. It wasn't to any sound at all. It was to instinctive intuition. For some reason, I had the feeling something was wrong. So, like any normal person would, I stood up, stretched, and went to look for Naruto; who had decided to sleep in his room for an all-too-understanding reason. I still don't know what came over me yesterday. I do know that I usually get dreams like those whenever I let someone get interesting to me. It even happened with Minato-sensei. He was the first to let me see the world differently since my parents died, and before I knew him better, I got one of those dreams.
And since I didn't get one of those dreams last night, I have a feeling the same thing must've happened with Naruto. Therefore, the moment I opened the door to his room and found him on the ground, bleeding heavily from his arm, it was confirmed that I felt more of
Heartless LoveHe thrust the hilt of the knife into my hand, enclosing his cold fingers around my own for a moment before pulling back. Without a word, he rolled up the cotton sleeve of his shirt and demanded coarsely,
"Cut my skin!"
"Do it! Now!"
"Have you gone insane?"
Frustration marring the fine features of his face, he reclaimed his weapon and drug it across his arm, splitting skin and reaching bone, yet refraining from clenching his teeth or furrowing his brows.
After registering all this, my eyes were finally brave enough to fall upon the mark of hurt he had inflicted upon himself and realized something that would change my life forever.
He locked eyes with me once more and before I could get lost in the depth of his swirling han blue orbs, he growled, "Do you understand now?!"
I was awestruck and couldn't find the right words to lace into a coherent sentence without screaming. I was scared, but not for myself - it was him I was worried about. What did he think of all