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Seeing Red 5 chapter 2
The surrounding church walls shook as the door slammed and footsteps were heard late at night, obscuring any quiet moment that might have been. The footsteps were quick and heavy, the person was obviously running. There was a sudden clatter of metal chains as the unknown figure lightly shook the confessional window.
God! God! the person cried out and Sasuke could hear him from the next room. Please listen to my confession!
Sasuke turned in his chair, annoyed that someone would come to this place so late at night. Sasuke sat in the church chair with his legs crossed and an arm rested on the chairs back.
A kid ? Hes in the confessional? the raven thought incredulously. Doesnt he know no one should be around here so late at night? He sighed as the kid still called out.
God! was the repeated call from the other room.
Sasuke debated whether to get up or not. He shrugged and rose fr
Seeing Red 5
Naruto ran down the empty city streets, panting from exhaustion and fear. The blonde unconsciously shuddered. The streets were empty, unusual for the small Italian village. The village was surrounded by forests, thus nicknamed Il Villaggio Nascosto Nei Fogli(1). As Naruto ran, he clutched his cross necklace to his chest protectively.
The blonde Italian shuddered once more as he remembered the sweet voice dripping with venom. It rang through his ears and he remembered the eyes. The fierce blood-red eyes that stared so hungrily at him. Though they were only so for a split second, Naruto had noticed them.
Naruto rounded the corner and looked back. He knew he wasnt being chased, but he didnt want to be anywhere near him. As he looked down the street and stray tears slipped down his tanned cheeks. Naruto stopped at an alleyway and sat, gasping for breath and staring at the cobblestone road. His cerulean blue eyes were bright with fright until he finally calmed down. He remembere
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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