Break.
That was what I did.
I broke many times.
When he left.
When he came back.
When they said harsh words.
When she abandoned me.
When their hearts stopped beating.
When mine wouldn't stop.
Mom and Dad, that was who they were.
Their graves are far apart from each other.
But I'm pretty sure it doesn't matter; I don't think Dad can hit mom once they're dead.
No one knows this though.
To everyone else I'm forehead girl or the girl with pink hair.
The girl who didn't deserve to be on a team with Kakashi Hatake, Naruto Uzumaki, and Sasuke Uchiha.
A girl raised a civilian.
A girl who was a nobody.
I love him; even though he just left.
He abandoned us, Sasuke.
Naruto, I love him like a brother.
If he ever got hurt, I'll kill myself.
Kakashi, in some weird sense he's like my father.
The father I never had.
Breaking.
That is what I do.
I shatter until I am only a fragment of who I was.
Until there are only photographs to remind you of me.
My heart is so broken.
So destroyed.
Sharp edges stab at me, making me red blood trickled down.
I am a porcelain figure, to fragile to do anything.
Yet I allowed myself to get knocked off the shelf.
The way down was fun, but the bottom is not.
I break into millions of little porcelain pieces.
That was night they died, he left, he gave up, and everyone else turned their backs on me.
That was the night I broke.
I now know why I was named Sakura.
I was always meant to die away.