I know i havn't updated in like forever, please forgive me. by comp "Bessy" has gone to a better place, i shall mourn her forever. but that is no excuse for keeping every one waiting.

Tell you the truth i have no idea where my other stories are going, so i need help from my amazing readers:

if you have read my other stories i need you to comment on it and give me some suggestions for where they should go. i jus need a kick start, i dont have the same motivation that i had then when i wrote it and i jus need some fresh ideas that i know my lovely readers will give. so please don't be tooooooooo pissed at me and give some suggestions of how you would like to c my other stories completed. i write for your enjoyment so my stories are now your stories. so comment on my other stories on ur ideas of how i should lead them. TY

Thnx for your patience.

on with new fic.

"Love me, Choose me, please be with me, don't leave, I'll be better, I promise, I'll change I promise ill change jus don't go please don't go. You mean everything. Just please stay."

"No, Sakura, don't make this any harder than this already it."

Please just stay, just stay tonight. Please. Anything you want please.

"You're so pathetic, get off the floor, and stop begging your acting ridiculous."

"Please, I love you"

"Psh, love is that what this is. This isn't love; it was barely a relationship- get off of me. God you're so fucking pathetic, you knew what this was. You knew I had a wife. You were the other woman, my whore on the side. My little piece of ass that would answer my beckoned call. Do anything I asked for a little affection. I'm leaving. This is over. Don't call me or I will call the cops. Bye Sakura it was fun."

"Sasuke" she called out, from the kitchen floor, as her front door slammed shut. Laying there in his clothes crying her eyes out on the floor. She had never felt this bad before. Like her life was over and everyhthing she had done until that point had meant nothing. Her world was dying. The hurt she felt started from her heart and spread through her limbs like wildfire, from the tips of her toes to the ends of her pink hair she was shattering emotionally. The tears wouldn't stop

Eventually she ended up crying herself to sleep, barely sleeping through nightmare after nightmare of the events that just took place.

She woke up the next morning stilled curled up on the cold hard floor. Eyes red and puffy from her crying. Throat dry and scratchy from the name she had been screaming for all night. This was Sakura at her lowest. She just wanted to die just waste away and be forgotten.

After waking up for the third time that day on the floor. Sleeping through calls and worried messages of her friends, she decided to pick herself up off the floor drown her sorrows in a hot shower.

Entering the bathroom she glanced at the mirror. Disgusted with the image she saw looking back at her. She stared in to the puffy lifeless eyes with anger. "You're nothing, nothing Sakura. You thought u deserved him. Ha look at u now crying because u finally realized that u were nothing more than his play thing." Ahh" she screams as she broke that image with her fist. Glass shattered all around her on the floor. The taunting image still shone through in the pieces laughing at her anguish from the floor. She didn't register the slight stinging from her hand until she saw the blood on the floor.

She stood there staring at the blood draining from her cuts. 'I've bled for him, giving myself completely to him look how easily I was broken. Pathetic. The pain she felt from her hand slightly numbed the agony of her dyeing heart. Walking over the shards on the floor, wincing at the stings caused by the glass digging in her feet, she turned on the shower. Setting it to "scalding" she shed the rest of her clothes and climbed gingerly in the shower. The stinging water gave her the peace she needed at the moment. Sliding down the tiled was she sat on the floor and began the task of picking the shards of glass out of her flesh.

Each sting of the glass represented every inch of hurt her body felt. The tears began to fall again mixing with the blood and steaming water down the drain.

By the time the water had cooled, she pulled herself together enough to get out of the bath and patch herself up.

She felt dead, empty inside. Nothing mattered anymore. She dragged her feet to her bed and lay down, planning to sleep the next few years away.

'The sheets still smell like him, 'she cuddled up in her last piece of him that she had left and drifted into a numbingly dreamless sleep.

so this is how it starts, i think i know where i'm goin with this, but who knows. please R&R tell me what you think