This was one random short story I got into mind a few days ago. I thought it was of some potential, so here it is. If there's any grammatical mistake, I apologize. Fanfiction doesn't really provide the service.

Anyway, enjoy!

Chapter 1

Delusive aura around me.

And I enjoy it like it's a real thing.

In my mind, the memories all run together, with no sense of time or order. Something that happened years ago can be clearer to me than what's happening right now.

My time line is not relevant to that of the rest of the world. This distorted sense of reality is due, I'm sure, to my undeniable insanity. If you don't believe me, it's all right. You'll understand everything by the time I'm finished here.

The first time I saw him, he was walking home from school with his friends. His raven hair was spiked in the end, and covered his forehead (I had the impression of a chicken-ass). He had the most admirable body, all within the right proportions.

His onyx eyes sparkled in the sunlight as he raked a hand through the perfect hair. Then he turned to look at me, and for a moment our eyes connected. He kept his gaze on me for just a moment too long before turning back to his careless conversation. He looked handsome, and impressive, as well as a person with superb cool. It was evident in his quiet, mesmerizing voice.

I wondered if he thought about me just then, whether he noticed my long pink hair, my jade eyes, pale skin and my full lips. Thinking back, I guess he did a little. But not too much. I wasn't so beautiful.

But I was only a girl of 15 years then, just as unprepared for the tragedy to come as he was.

I looked up at the bright blue sky through the red leaves of the birch tree outside my window. The clouds moved through the sky slowly, inviting one to watch them float through the world. I've always wondered if there are people living on the clouds, staring down at us, just as we stare up at them. What if there's an entire society up there, unknown to us?

But I'm drifting again. That was so long ago…or was it only yesterday? I can't seem to remember anymore, but that doesn't matter.

I looked around my cell discontentedly. The off-white walls bored me to no end, and I had an irrational desire to paint them. I was sure they wouldn't allow me any paint. No telling what I would do with it. When you're in an asylum, they consider everything a possible weapon.

All the beds were fitted with a single sheet, and a single pillow. The door was left open at all times, so that the nurses knew what you were up to. There was no door to the bathroom, only a curtain, and only a thin shower curtain for privacy when you bathed.

The window to the outside was made with safety glass, so that you couldn't break it and jump. The corners on the desks were rounded are so that you couldn't hurt yourself on them. It was the perfect set-up for a small child's playroom, but it was absolutely ridiculous for an adult to be forced to live in these conditions.

And yet I was here, living in this place of broken souls and constant memories. I ran my fingers gingerly over my chest, tracing the scar where I once tried to escape this world: the end of the series of events that led me to this place.

If anyone deserves to be here, it is I, I thought. I was a raging lunatic, carried in here on my clouds of delirious fantasy. But what made me so crazy, again? They kept telling me I was, but I never remembered.

I looked up at the ledge below my window to see that it was snowing outside. He and I used to love being in the snow together. When the ground was covered in its whiteness, we would go out at midnight under the stars, and dance. If anyone happened to see us, they would stare at us like we were some strange creatures they had never seen, but that was all right. When you were in love, it didn't matter what other people thought of you. I closed my eyes for a moment.

When I opened them again, I saw Sasuke sitting on the ledge. He was so hot. I smiled at him, glad he had come to visit me again.

"Hey baby," I said quietly so the nurses wouldn't hear me.

"Hey Sakura," he said, "Long time, no see."

"Yeah, no kidding. Where have you been all this time?"

"Around."

"I've missed you, baby."

"I missed you, too."

"I get very lonely in here. I wish you would visit me more often."

"I do have a life you know." He rolled his eyes.

I smiled at him. That was typical Sakura for you, always the smart-ass, but so caring underneath it all. "Of course, dear. I want to come out and spend time with you. I want to spend forever with you…but…" My mind halted. Somehow I couldn't complete the thought.

Suddenly a nurse appeared in the doorway. She slowly shook her head. "Sakura, you know he isn't real. Sasuke is dead."

Ah, that was right. He was nothing but a hallucination, a phantasm of my broken mind.

In this way and others, my memories refused me a moment's quiet. Sasuke was dead. That scar on my chest was the mark from when I tried to follow him to the grave. I wished I had succeeded.

When I looked back up at the ledge, he was gone. I turned my attention back to the snow silently laying down on the black asphalt outside. It covered the parking lot, and all the cars sitting on it.

I sighed. The nurse was still standing beside my door.

"Can I help you with something, Miss…," I looked it her name tag. "Dara?"

"I'm just here to make sure you're alright, Sakura. I wouldn't want you to be listening to Sasuke and trying to hurt yourself again." She said gently, coming to sit down on my bed. "I'm here to help you."

And she was.

I'll update soon again. Here is the first one. Thank you for reading.