I do not own Naruto.

I reposted the two chapters, because there was plenty of grammar mistakes I needed to fix. Plus, I have been reading a book and I wanted to try her way way of writing the way people speak since mine just kept repeating "she asks, she says, she exclaims" and etc. I'm not quite sure if it is right, but I just wanted to see how it comes out. Any comments on it would be welcomed.

To keep from any confusion this story is about Sakura losing her love, but also being put back together by a real love that can only be found through one man. So it will be a Sasori/Sakura/Gaara since the only parts that imply her and Sasori will be the italics showing her memories and flashbacks of what they once had. It will be depressing at first, but later on she will blossom again with happiness. Sexual content and drug usage will be in her.

Side not if anyone enjoys a little morbid, but really good read the book Splintered by A. G. Howard is a good read. It takes a dark twist on Alice In Wonderland.

I hope you enjoy and don't forget to review! Let me know what I'm doing right and what could use improvement. Thanks (:

One snap. Two snap, three another makes four.

It's not as easy as it may seem to let go of someone from your past and move onto a so-called "new life". The person still lingers in the back of your mind. It makes people think of what might or might not have happened. The little things remind you of the time you shared and sometimes the things you could have had more of. Maybe, just maybe if they mean so much it could send you into a psychotic whirlwind.

That's me. Sakura Haruno crazy girl who lost her boyfriend. In my opinion, it is much easier to accept death when it comes naturally or maybe in an unexpected accident. Yet, when it comes to someone purposely taking their own life. Choose death over living and being with the one who needed him the most. It can do bad things to you. It's done bad things to me. This explains why at this moment I am in this white plastered wall building to be examined by my new counselor.

Being here is honestly making me physically ill to my stomach. I won't dare sit in one of their plastic shares of "comfort". So, I stick to leaning against the wall with annoyance stricken across my face. I snap the blue band on my wrist several times. My mother who of course pushed me into this waiting patiently in her seat with a smile. She is my main reason of annoyance today. She took it upon herself to push me towards the "path of healing." I will admit that my boyfriend's death has changed me and has made me a bit more irrational. But I do not need healing. I am fine. I finally now see the world for what it is; money grubbers, cynic, and nosy bastards who can't keep to themselves. Makes me almost not blame him for leaving this world. Yet, I do because he left me.

My name is suddenly called so I look up to see a lady is a long hideous decorative dress with many different kinds of beads hanging around her neck. Great, I get the witch doctor. She calls my name again looking around the room trying to distinguish who I am. I entertain the idea of just standing there until my mother nudges me sharply. I swat her away and step forward. As soon as she spots me she shoots me the famous genuine fake smile. Key it to make it look as sincere as possible without really even caring. I would know. It's my trademark. But she's getting paid so why does she even have to really care? I don't care and with that I slowly follow her into a tight spaced office filled with shelves of books, and memos of her life. She takes a seat behind her cluttered wooden desk as I stand lazily with my hands shoved down in my pockets at the door. I take a deep breath and step forward a little more and shove the door shut maybe a little to hard, but it makes her jump a little. Which in turns makes me smile.

"Sakura take a seat will you." Her voice coming off sweetly. She sits there her nose buried into some file.

I stare at the chair in the middle of the room for a brief moment before walking up to it. I plop myself down in it taking my hands from my pockets. As I sit she turns her attention to me and just stares me down with her smile. I stare back with a bored expression and snap the rubber band on my wrist. The woman's eyes glance to my wrist then back to her file as she writes something down. Haven't said a word and I'm already being evaluated. What a joy. She once again looks back up at me and folds her hands into her lap.

And so the session begins...