Quick authors note.

Thanks for reveiwing my old story, but here's my new one. I had to do some research on this before I actually posted it. :P

When you're depressed you want to cry. To sit alone, listen to depressing music, and be... Well, depressed. You want to sing when you cry and to laugh when you're scared. You feel like your world is at an end and its meaningless. Well, don't feel that way.

It's time for me to get smart with you, the reader of my life. Before we get to my life, lets get to the smart thinking.

Did you know that depression has a risk of developing Alzheimer's Disease? If you did, good for you.

Studies show that at least to some degree, susceptibility to depression rests on different genes in men and women, notably those that influence resistance to stressful events.

Loss of Nerve.

Stress early in life may create lifelong depression vulnerability. Animal studies show that maternal deprivation can permanently alter production of a nerve cell factor that regulneuronal growth.

I am done being smart. I bring this subject up because I am depressed. 'Why?' you might ask. Well I can easily answer that in a five word sentence. That sentence is: I'm deaf and I'm blind. I wanted to cry, but no tears came. So I sang. I was afraid, but no fear showed. So I laughed.

I don't get visitors anymore. I used to get them everyday, but they just stopped. My nurses got mean and my visitors would come in, touch my shoulder in acknowledgment, and leave. My food was disgusting. The vile meal nasted of copper like water and cardboard like food. Sound's tasty, right? Hell no.

I would ask to go outside, but I would just get pushed back down into my chair in the hospital room. That was a no for a deaf person.

I was a ninja, but I was a rusty one. Like the rusty pennies they put in my water because why else would the water taste so sickening?

No visitors meant no Naruto, Gwen, Ben, Kevin... Kevin... I miss him. He was mine. I was his. We were meant to be! Or was it all just an act? Was my life an act that was written out in a script that was given to everyone except for the lead role of Haruno Sakura, done by Haruno Sakura herself? I wouldn't know. No one talks to me.

I feel like days tick by like minutes. No, not like minutes, but like seconds. I also feel like a mess. Why are my nurses so rude to my exsistence? I should be fed and washed by now. I would love to do it myself, but I still seem to have problems with the finding of my shower, soap, and other nessessities. I hate it so much. In Konoha, there was always someone in the room for me. Here... Here was a different story, obviouslly.

I had to act. I have been in the room for a long time, longer then I should have been. It was time to get something done.

I stood from my bed, my toes touching the hard, cold tile floors making goosebumps form all over me causing me to shiver. I crossed my room cautiously, I couldn't afford to trip and fall. After a minute or so I finally found the knob to by rooms door. Something was wrong. I might be blind and deaf, but I'm sitll a ninja. I can't sense anyone. No movement or anything. I had to be sure.

I turned the knob quietly and it opened to nothing, like it always is. Always silent in my ears...

Still, no movement. I couldn't even sense a buzz that would most likely be flying around making that contant buzzing noise that deaf people couldn't hear.

I began to move my feet, carefully, through the hall. The first step made me tense. Was that trash I felt? I took another step and I brushed my feet against large to small objects. Did these people not know how to clean? Papers to chairs to medical equipment littered the floor. I bit my lip in pain a few times from a pain that kept coming from objects I couldn't see. Jamming my toe hurt, but at least it was a feeling. I haven't had feelings for anything in a while, aside from the contant anger towards the nurses.

So where was everyone and why was the place a mess? I saw my nurse earlier this morning, but she wasn't the only person working in the hospital... Was she? I continued to feel around until I bumped into a wall. Wait, a phone! Find a phone! I guided myself along the wall until my hand touched a machine. The computer was dusty, I could tell from the unclean feeling, but I ignored the dust and dirt. I was happy to find that a phone was right next to the computer.

The phone in my room had been taken out because I was angry to the point where I threw it at a doctor. The man gladly took it away, leaving me in my phoneless room. What was Kevin's number...? It's been a while and I could just barely remember. I picked the phone up and went to dail the number, but the phone made a weird noise., the noise that a disconnected phone made. Damn. I set the phone back down and felt around for anything that would help me, but what my hand brushed was not pleasent.

A sticky substance was all over the counter, but what was it? Then I realized the smell. Blood.

Hope this sounds more interesting to you. Hehe. Reveiw and I'll continue. Give me five reveiws for a longer chapter.