Painted in Red
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Category:
Naruto › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,066
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Painted in Red
Title; Painted in Red
Author;Deadly Teardrops (aff.net),Jade Garden(ff.net)
Chapter;1/1, This is ONE-SHOT, I may continue this in the future, but right now this is only one-shot.
Rating; M for violence.
Pairing; None.
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~Painted in red~
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The room is filled with smell of copper, lust and tears. You can almost smell them; taste them, even before stepping inside the room painted with color of life.
Drop here, drop there.
The bed is in mess, sheets ripped half, painted in the drops of the same color of life. The lamp beside the nightstand lay broken in the middle of the room next to a naked female marked with beautiful shades of purple, red and blue. She is cold to touch as she just lays there, unmoving like a painting waiting for drying. Next to the female stands a boy painted in the same beautiful shades, but mostly crimson of life. Face wiped off the emotions one might feel.
* swoosh, swoosh *
* smack, smack *
A person standing over the female and boy hits the boy with a wooden sword, hitting on his back, head, stomach, everywhere. The boy flinches, but wills not to cry. Crying is something that he had been taught not to do.
* smack, smack, crack *
Something breaks, but still, he makes no sound as the small body of the boy’s hits on the wet, sticky red floor. The boy’s blue eyes are barely open as he watches the person bring the sword down to make the finishing blow.
“Gomen nasai,”
A small weak whisper escapes the boy lips as he closes his blue eyes just before the wooden sword hits, ending his small, worthless life. A life which would’ve been full of opportunities if it wasn’t put end by his father.
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Author's note;
No life is worthless. No one should ever suffer about the ever growing family abuse. This fanfiction is dedicated to those who suffer day by day the family abuse and those who know close friends suffering.
I also want to dedicate this to my dearest friend who got killed by cause of abuse. We will miss you, rest in peace.
Author;Deadly Teardrops (aff.net),Jade Garden(ff.net)
Chapter;1/1, This is ONE-SHOT, I may continue this in the future, but right now this is only one-shot.
Rating; M for violence.
Pairing; None.
~Painted in red~
______________________________________
The room is filled with smell of copper, lust and tears. You can almost smell them; taste them, even before stepping inside the room painted with color of life.
Drop here, drop there.
The bed is in mess, sheets ripped half, painted in the drops of the same color of life. The lamp beside the nightstand lay broken in the middle of the room next to a naked female marked with beautiful shades of purple, red and blue. She is cold to touch as she just lays there, unmoving like a painting waiting for drying. Next to the female stands a boy painted in the same beautiful shades, but mostly crimson of life. Face wiped off the emotions one might feel.
* swoosh, swoosh *
* smack, smack *
A person standing over the female and boy hits the boy with a wooden sword, hitting on his back, head, stomach, everywhere. The boy flinches, but wills not to cry. Crying is something that he had been taught not to do.
* smack, smack, crack *
Something breaks, but still, he makes no sound as the small body of the boy’s hits on the wet, sticky red floor. The boy’s blue eyes are barely open as he watches the person bring the sword down to make the finishing blow.
“Gomen nasai,”
A small weak whisper escapes the boy lips as he closes his blue eyes just before the wooden sword hits, ending his small, worthless life. A life which would’ve been full of opportunities if it wasn’t put end by his father.
________________________________________________________________
Author's note;
No life is worthless. No one should ever suffer about the ever growing family abuse. This fanfiction is dedicated to those who suffer day by day the family abuse and those who know close friends suffering.
I also want to dedicate this to my dearest friend who got killed by cause of abuse. We will miss you, rest in peace.