Just a place for me to leave my random bouts of inspiration that don't fall into conventional places. I claim no ownership of anything you recognise.
Sakura sat on the brick wall outside of the school. Short, with Scuffed shoes, and baggy, unfitted clothes, large headphones resting around her neck and her hair covering her eyes, she sat in stark contrast to the others coming and going. Alone.
Her eyes drifted upwards, towards a group of people. They wore tight clothes, make up and always stood with their heads held high. Uniform. They talked and laughed and hugged and smiled but once the spotlight left them, the smiles turned cold and their eyes hardened.
And in the middle the tallest, the most made up, tightest clothed member stood, laughing behind her hand and pointing and jostling and mimicking the acts which had been repeated a thousand times over.
Sakura looked away, pulling her headphones up as her eyes glazed and remembered a time when she had company. When a tall girl, comfortable with who she was would sit beside her, sharing her headphones. When they would talk about subjects that would leave their uniform peers baffled, and stood out for their concessions to comfort rather than appearance.
She remembered a time when they would share hugs that felt like fierce empathy and protection, after nights of Empty houses and Degradation by people supposedly called family. She remembered the peaceful sounds of innocent breaths, slowed by sleep as she herself drifted to happier places where everyone could be just as pure.
Sakura felt the eyes on her, and looked up, meeting silver. In a second, a million occurrences raced behind the quicksilver gaze and mourning quickly followed suit.
Sakura stood quickly and in a moment, the brick wall she habitually haunted was jarringly empty. Melancholy eyes stared unseeingly at the place she left herself behind.
It didn't matter. It wasn't enough. I wasn't enough.
Her heart still thudded dully, painfully.
Used to be one of the rotten ones and I liked you for that.
Now your all gone got your make-up on and your not coming back.