I don't own Naruto, but if I did Sakura would not be liked so much.
No one could understand the sadness I am dealing with. I don't expect anyone to understand what I am going through. The trauma is too horrible for someone in this village to comprehend. Hmm. Still, I wish there was someone to talk to. Someone who will listen to what I have gone through. A shoulder I can lean on, and perhaps even cry on.
Ha! Like that will ever happen! There were only a few survivors left in my village, but they didn't suffer the same as me. They have family elsewhere, while I have no one. I was forced into a foster family and dragged across the country. Now, I have to go to a new school, make new friends, memorize new names, and remember new street signs. How unfair!
"Welcome, Karin! We're so happy to have you! Too bad it's under these circumstances, though." My foster family is not terrible, but it is a pain to know that you really don't belong with them. That you will never see your real parents again. It makes you wonder: can they love me as much as my real parents did? I hate when I think like this. Every time I do, tears drown my eyes. Drown. Just that word…makes my heart ache.
"This will be your room, Karin. I hope you like it."
"Thanks, Mrs. Nomen."
"Please, call me Linda." I bowed my head and she did the same before leaving me alone in this room. It was well kept and had lavender walls. My bed was a canopy and had a white comforter set. This place was so different from my real home. At my home I would have to share a room with my cousins. Dirty clothes would be everywhere, the walls would be cracked and have scribbles drawn on them from when we were little. I felt so out of place. I collapsed on the bed that I unconsciously approached, and cried myself to sleep. I had a feeling this would be happening a lot.