Anorexia. Woo, first time writing an actual character with an ED. This is pretty un-beta'd, so pointing out any errors would be appreciated (: Also, I think Sasuke is kinda OOC, but I'm not too sure, opinions?
Dislaimer: I don't own Naruto.
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-pocresophobia- the fear of gaining weight-
She stared at herself in the mirror, disgust in her eyes. Once soft, shiny pink locks now hung limp, ragged across her shoulders, crystal green eyes now dark and dull. Her cheeks were sunken in and dark bruises under her eyes contrasted with deathly pale skin.
"Look at you," she whispered to the girl staring hauntingly from the mirror, "look how disgusting you are."
He stood outside the door of the washroom; listening to the woman he loved bashing herself, heart breaking with every word. Fists clenched, eyes closed, he slid down onto the floor, waiting for her to come out.
"Look at this;" she pinched the skin on her arm, pulling it away from the bone underneath, "you're so fat. Why do you bother getting up every morning? You don't deserve to eat, you don't deserve to live."
How had things gone so wrong? The raven-haired shinobi thought back to when he'd just returned to the village, reuniting Team Seven once again. She'd been so happy then, no one was surprised when they officially became a couple.
Then, the nightmares began.
She'd wake up, screaming in the middle of the night; mumbling incoherently as he'd hold her in his arms, trying to soothe her. In the end, it was always about the same thing.
Sometimes, it was like that night so many years ago; he'd just walk away, fading to black. Other times, she'd see him with a variety of other girls, sneering down at her—most often, it was Ino. Sakura may have become one of the most feared kuniochi, but nothing had changed appearance-wise; Ino was the one with the ability to turn heads wherever they went, with her model-like figure and platinum blond hair.
Before, Sasuke would've thought of Sakura as a flower. Starting as a seedling—weak, unable to really fend for herself, but slowly growing, taking her time to bloom into one of the most stunning kuniochi in the land.
Then, she began to wilt.
Plucked from her roots, she started to fade. Starting with a few skipped meals and an extra hour or so of training, what began as simple dieting soon led to something much worse.
He opened his eyes, taking slow breaths, calming himself—bracing himself. Standing up once again, he opened the door just a crack, peering into the softly lit room. His girlfriend still had her eyes trained on her reflection, focusing on nothing else.
Sasuke winced inwardly at the sight her frame, nude save for a bra and a pair of his boxers hanging of her hips with a cord tied around as tightly as possible to keep them from falling.
Hip bones hutting out like knives, stomach caved in under her ribs, which her skin was stretched taunt over—just bones. The toned muscles that had lined her body were nothing but a shadow of a memory.
Days like these, these were the ones that brought guilty surging through him. Days like these, when he'd watch Sakura fading to nothing. This time, there was nothing he could do to save her—no kunai to throw himself in front of, nothing. Nothing, no one, could help.
Last time, he's left. She'd gotten stronger—blooming into what she was. It'd been because of him that she'd grown to be who she was.
This time, she'd been the one to leave.
This time, it'd still been because of him.