Cookie Cutter

The cookie can crumble anyway you want it to...

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters. Though I wish I did...

I brushed her hair out of her face and examined the cut. It was deep. I looked into her blank eyes and sighed, then reached for the rubbing alcohol along with a towel. She grimaced before I even touched her skin and made a whimpering sound as I pressed the alcohol logged towel against her skull. It was a pitiful sound, but not the worst I've ever heard. I looked into her pale orbs again and suppressed a sigh.

"You can't let him keep on doing this to you," I say. I wait for her to respond, but I get nothing. I stand up to get her some soup and bread. As I'm about to exit the room, I barely hear her scarce whisper:

"I know."

I stop in the doorway for a brief second, and then continue on to the kitchen.

When I go to school, I try not to look at him.

I try to not have anything to do with him, really.

When I have to deal with him, I plaster on a fake plastic smile and pretend I don't know anything about him.

I pretend not to know anything about their relationship.

To him, I only know the basics everyone else knows; they've been going out for two year or so, they go out on dates often, they love each other.

She's made me into a liar.

I promised her I wouldn't tell if she broke up with him.

I've been a wuss, and so has she.

None of us have said anything or done anything.

I hate her for that.

But most of all I hate myself.