My Beautiful Murderer (sasunaru)

^*No More Secrets*^

Im driving to the store right now. Don't worry, i cleaned up the blood. I'm not gonna go into the store looking like i just got jumped, or like I'm some crazy psychopath. When i get there, i pick up a pretty bouquet of flowers. And then I drive some more untill I reach my destination.

I hop out of the car, holding the flowers, and walk through the grassy field of stones. This is a certain field that's kept well taken care of. I walk past a bunch of stones untill I reach the stone i was looking for. The stone reads "Mikoto Uchiha."

My mothers grave stone.

I haven't visited her in maybe a couple years. As much as I hate to admit it.

When I reach the stone, I kneel down and sit in front of it. But I don't say anything. I just stay quiet, staring down at the ground. The wind blows softly. Its fall, so all the leaves have turned colors and fallen off the trees. Moms grave isn't crowded by leaves like all the other graves though. It's like she made sure her spot was clean. She was always a clean freak.

Thinking about mom makes me sad. Tears make their way down my cheeks, slowly.

"Mom.." I croak, my voice cracking when I speak. "I miss you so much." I lean my head forward, resting it against the stone. "I don't know what to do." I continue. "My voice is scratchy from the tears. "It hurts so bad mom. I can't do it anymore." I pause again. "Please... I need you. You always... made me feel better. Brother left. Dads back and the person I love... is gone." I sigh. "What am I supposed to do?"

I want her to answer me. I want to hear her voice. To tell me it's gonna be okay.

But.... I can't. I'll never hear her voice again. She's gone. And right now... I can't accept that. I need her. I need my family. Anyone. I need someone to help me. But.... I don't have anyone. I'm alone. And that's all my fault. Maybe if things were different, dad would still be here for me and brother wouldn't be scared of hurting me.

The wind suddenly picks up, blowing fast, almost taking the flowers out of my hand. The wind causes a piece of paper to blow over towards me. Looking at it, it seems to be a piece of paper from a fortune cookie. I grab the paper. Reading the paper almost makes me cry even more. Because... I have a feeling mom was the one that sent this fortune.

'Breath. Stay calm. It'll all be over soon.'

"Mom..." My voice is desperate. Child like. Like I'm crying for my mom because I'm scared. But i am. I am scared, and right now all I want is my mom. But I can't have her, and i know that. I've known that for a long time. "I love you." I say finally.

I place the flowers in the metal flower holder attached to her grave. I stand up to leave, but I pause for a moment before leaving. I just wanna sit here forever and talk to her... But i know i can't. Mom wouldn't want me to waste away here. She'd want me to live my life and be happy. But I don't know how i can do that now. But I turn around anyway, facing my back towards her grave despite how much I wanna stay, wiping the tears that came down my cheeks.

When the tears have been wiped from my eyes, I open them and stare forward, away from moms grave. A tall figure stands in my way. The sun has set just a little bit so his figure is dark, making it hard to see his face. He wore a tan coat and black jeans. But in his hands, was a bouquet of flowers. He stood no more than 10 feet from me. He seemed to be... Waiting for me. To move? To be done talking to mom? Why was he just standing there staring at me? Was he visiting mom and was just waiting for me to be done? But why? Who is he? There's no way he's here to see mom.

"Don't you know it's rude to stare." I say rudely, not caring about being rude to this man. I mean who watches someone cry and talk to their dead mother? Fucking creep.