Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of it's characters; they belong to Masashi Kishimoto.

Paring: SasuSaku.

Warning: Beware, this is a messed up story, or so I can say. It involves drug abuse—at first. It includes sexual innuendos. It includes cursing.

Summary: Sakura, currently 22, was living in a delusion she called her life. This man, Sasuke, made her understand who she truly was—and he ended up finding himself in the process too. AU SasuSaku.


Schizophrenia

—Preface—

I stuck the needle in my trusty spot—smack-dab on the wrist, right in the vein. It brings me eternal peace…

…and false happiness.

"Ah," I sighed as I felt the wonderful, coloring effects fill through my body—

—my mind. These images, you see (I see), make me smile in contentment. Make me believe I am a real person; not just an emotionless android. I have feelings. They're just not as real and true as you others feel. They may be fake, but at least I try. But this little needle has brought me so much—so much!—and has made me a better person. Though, the people around me do not think so. They think I am hurting myself—oh, what uncaring lies they slip through their razor-sharp tongues! Who needs them?—I don't! Me, myself, my needle, and I are all I need. I am here for myself. My needle is here for me. My needle may be an artificial object, yet it still brings me these "emotions" you call: happiness, bliss, nirvana—but never sadness nor anger, no, no, no. No forlorn, melancholic emotions at all.

I hummed as my head lulled back and forth on the wall behind me. I brought my knees up and limply lay my arms atop of them.

I heard distant thrumming.

Maybe it was my heart, maybe it was someone at the door. Maybe it was my mind playing their favorite little tricks on me again.

"Sakura! Open up!"

Okay, so it wasn't my brain (surprisingly). I guess someone was at the door.

Oh no. They'd just had to come at the perfect time—the climax of this wonderful experience. The part where everything got blurry, then went black.

Then I wouldn't wake up for hours—maybe even a day or two.

Like I said before, this brought me nothing but eternal peace and false happiness.