Four months ago, she was happy. She had hopes and dreams that she wanted to fulfil. 120 days ago she saw him for the last time.

120 days ago her front door was closed for the last time. She saw her friends for the last time. The corners of their mouths was touching their check bones as he stood next to the altar, the happiness in their eyes as she walked down the lively grass. A wedding in the Konoha forest with rows of wooden chairs sat on by villagers, an open ceremony, thousands of people attended including her.

The bride was truly beautiful, her soft peachy hair curled up into a loose bun. A tiara adored the top of her head, diamonds danced in the sunlight through the sheer veil she had over her face. Lush tree leaves swayed in the gentle breeze. She use to dream of a place like this, she wanted her wedding to be like this.

It was just how she wanted it…wanting something that belonged to another, wanted to be that person who held his hand. She wanted to be that girl who had her lips on his, she wanted to be her.

Three months ago, pure white rice, tomato soup and an omelette filled with cherry tomatoes sat on the table. She would've smiled at the dish she made if he was here. She would always make the dish whenever he was over, whether if he was drunk or he has a fight with his girl. It didn't matter what the reason was, her door was always opened for him.

He told her about his problems as she cooked for him. He treated her like the little sister he never got, the way he ruffled her hair whenever he saw her and the way his voice sounds whenever he called out to her. That's right, he treated her like a sister, but she wanted more. She wanted what his girlfriend got. She wanted the attention and time he gave up for her. She didn't want to be his 'sister', she wanted to be his. But it was enough, she was happy with the small attention he gave. She knew if she confessed it would be all over. No friendship…no nothing.

Every time he stayed over she would bury herself in her thickest blankets so he wouldn't hear her screams and yells of help and sorrow. She begged Kami-sama to relieve her of her pain. His pain was her pain.

Two months ago, her hip bones and ribcages started to show. She's never noticed because she always made sure she ate on time, was fed and stayed at a healthy weight. Some girls would naturally have their hip bones sticking out but she knew that hers weren't normal they stuck out too much and her ribcages were too visible.

Her skin was paler than usual. Her once plump and red lips were now dry, chapped, thin and a sickly yellow tone. The biggest change was her bra size; she would normally be a 36D but now, she would hardly pass a C.

Still this didn't bother her. She hasn't been outside in 3 months, she sometimes wonder why she's still alive. He'd got back from his honeymoon with a smile he'd only show to her. She's never seen him this happy before, not even when she was the only one that remembered it was his birthday, not even when he told her that he had proposed to the girl of his dreams. Her eyes scanned over the reflection in the full length mirror then to the bra in her left hand.

One month ago, she ate her last meal, 2 minute ramen. She couldn't keep it in as she rushed to the bathroom and hurled it all out. Her appetite was getter smaller and smaller and soon she found she wasn't able to eat anymore.

Her body was getting thinner and thinner, developing anorexia is something she never thought she would get. The days went on and before she knew it, she could hardly walk around her own house anymore, she was hungry…very hungry.

She wanted to die and forget about the man who was once her best friend and long time crush-no not crush, love. He no longer visited her anymore, and all contacts from the outside world have been cut. She wanted to die so much, yet…she wanted to see him again.

The very first photo they took together on her nightstand was the only thing that kept her alive, she wanted him. She needed him. She was so shy and quite, she sometimes wondered if she had any real friends at all. No one has bothered to look for her yet, not a letter, or a ring on her doorbell, a knock, a call, not even an article in the "MISSING" page of the weekly newspaper.

"He will come, he will look for me…" she sadly whispered. Tears no longer ran down her face. Her weak grip on the door frame hardened. She turned to her side and slid down the frame, slowly she dropped to her side and rolled up into a ball. She was cold, hungry, angry, tired, depressed and most of all she…missed Sasuke.

The pale lids of the sick girl lowered, it was getting heavier and darker.

I'll just take a little nap…

"HINATA!"

Let me rest, I want...to sleep.