Authors Note:
This fanfiction contains self-harm and depression. If you don't want to read that kind of thing, you shouldn't read this fic.
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You rush to get ready, you couldn't be late. Though to be honest you didn't know why you were rushing. Kakashi sensei was always late, always coming up with lame excuses as to why. You put on your headband, kissed your photo of Sasuke, and walked out of the house. On the way to meet Kakashi you saw Naruto walking. You turned around and walked in the other direction. You still hated Naruto, and couldn't face him, not yet.
You took the long path to the meeting point. If you were late, who cares? When you arrived Naruto and Kakashi were stood tapping their feet impatiently. You adverted your eyes from Kakashi's angry glare. "Sakura, you know how important this training is. Why are you late?" You roll your eyes. You were grieving, could they not cut you any slack? Kakashi and Naruto just stare at you. What the fuck do they expect? You just lost the love of your life and they think everything's OK?
You walk off, you can't take it. You don't have a reason to be alive. Ever since Sasuke died, you saw the world differently. Like a fog have covered everything you cared about. Like your soul had been ripped out, and you were nothing but an empty shell. Tears begin to roll down your face. Just thinking about all this was too much. You ran, leaving the dumb bastards behind. They can train, they can try and forget, but you wouldn't. You couldn't.
You ran back to your house and into your room. You sat and cried for what seemed like an age. The pain was too much, you just wanted relief. You glance towards your desk, there is a kunai lying there. You dragged yourself up and looked at the kunai. You thought. You reached for it. You sat on the floor and trailed a line on your wrist with the blade. More tears flowed from your eyes. You made the first cut, a red line of blood beading up on your wrist. You found relief in the sting of pain. You sat there and cut another red line into your wrist. With tears running down your face, and blood running down your arm, you broke. You broke, and smashed into pieces. Crying more than ever as you cut yet another line into your flesh. You couldn't stop, you felt like doing this was the only thing keeping you sane. By were you sane? For doing this? For breaking? You only had yourself to blame, the first cut, would be the first in a long line of them. A coping strategy to keep yourself ok.
You fall into a deep sleep, exhausted from crying, and the heaviness in your chest. Your wrists continue to bleed whilst you sleep.
When you wake the blood had dried on your arm, leaving dark crimson lines all over your arms. As well as the puffy skin that surrounds the cuts in your wrists. You look at them, and then at the kunai. From now on you and this kunai would be friends. Best friends.
You quickly change your clothes and walk out of the house. You wear the usual short sleeved outfit, not ashamed of your cuts. You stopped caring last night. When you broke. If people saw you didn't give a shit. You walked, you didn't know where you were going. You just walked. Depression had completely taken over. You promised yourself you wouldn't let it. But the world had torn you apart. The old Sakura who was always laughing and smiling. Always flirting with Sasuke and always so happy, had been replaced by a bitter depressed shell. You were nothing but an empty shell, and the worst thing, you knew you were. Most people would lie to themselves, tell themselves they were OK. But you were not ok. Not at all. And you never would be.
Looking at all these happy people in the village, made you sick. They had good lives, they had not lost everything dear to them. You hated them all.
Your walking suddenly stopped, and you stood there taking in your surroundings. There was a gentle breeze that blew your hair into your face. And for some reason, you did not know why, you began to cry. The tears began to fall again. You were weak! You collapsed onto your knees, and started to get dizzy. You curled into a ball, in the floor. Just as you passed out, you realised where you were. You were near the ramen shop where you could usually find Naruto. You wanted to run as you saw the spikey haired idiot run toward you. But you were gone.