I have reason as to why I'm writing this…
No, I'm not in some bad angst mood or anything.
The fact is, I'm taking health for a summer school class
and we are currently talking about death and suicide and blah.
I found the subject weird, but it gave me sudden inspiration.
So since I was so bored, (The class is four in a half hours long TT)
I started writing a short story about suicide during two classes.

So I got the ideas for it during class and I really got into it. So I thought I might make it into another Naruto story. (A much longer one…)

I don't know if the writing is super good, but I kind of like the story so far.

Summary: Sakura just can't take it anymore. Her life has been going downhill for a while now, and no one knows it. She eventually goes suicidal, constantly spiraling downward to achieve her sorrowful life's last quest.

The romantic angst tale about Sakura…
and the boy who would do anything to help her, no matter what he decision be.

Characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto ©…blah blah blah.

We all get it by now.

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Sakura Haruno was always just your average teenage girl, seventeen to be exact, but she was far from living a normal and stable life.

She had a small network of close friends, standard slightly-above average grades, and your basic slightly above-average looks. She was always the pretty girl next door that often went unnoticed and often wished for more in her sadistic life. She had her own little style, often including series of black and pink clothing, and her own attitude, often described as "gothic" by the ones who didn't know her.

Although she wasn't the prettiest, smartest, most talented, outspoken girl out there, she had a knack of getting along with others, always being the optimist. She could make you wear a smile, just ask anyone.

Some thought she was having a delayed grief reaction, some thought she was crazy, some thought she was the strongest woman ever. Whatever the reason, Sakura has remained cheerful through all the tragedies in her life, but not for long. There was no one there to help her grieving now.

The signs of Sakura's decision were inimitable, and they were first recognized when she suddenly lost her energy and zest for life.

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Sakura's POV

"Sakura!" a familiar voice of my friend called out to me early Monday morning.

I hate Mondays.

"Hey Ino" I said uninterestedly. I let out a small yawn as I stood in the familiar hallways of high school next to my locker.

"What's up?" my blonde friend asked me casually.

"Nothing new, same old boring high school of course" I responded. I hadn't been paying much attention to our conversation, but I did manage to make myself look stupid compared to my friend.

She had been wearing a nice long sleeved purple top with a cute pair of jeans and pearl necklace to match well. We used to always look our best on Mondays, often wearing our favorite outfits. It was our way of making the tough beginning of the week much cuter. However, I haven't fulfilled that need in a while.

I stood in a pair of black baggy sweatpants that hung so low you could noticeably see the shorts I wore underneath. I wore an old off colored pink hoodie with it. Nothing special of course, the hoodie was as old as me.

"Are you okay Sakura?" she asked. I knew she would say something like that. My friends are too predictable. How boring…

"I'm just a bit tired" I responded, gagging out a fake smile.

"You always seem to be tired lately Sakura" Ino complained. She had glared at my messy pink hair down to my dark rimmed eyes. "Why don't you come hang out with us after school?" she suggested.

"I'm busy" my green eyes gave her an irritable look. I didn't like being stared at directly.

"Well okay…" she trailed off. "You should really do something about your eyes…" she spoke quietly, acting as if I wouldn't hear her.

I stared into the mirror in my locker. My eyes were layered with a black lining. Obviously it was caused by my lack of sleep, and possibly all the eyeliner that I tried wiping off for once today.

"Ino, you know I always wear a lot of eyeliner" I said defensively, putting a little too much assertiveness into my words.

"Okay, okay. If you change your mind about hanging out just let me know. I don't want you to turn into another Shikamaru" she giggled. "Or that red head kid in our class for that matter" she added.

I thought about what she meant by that. "Oh…Gaara?" I said in almost a whisper. I made the quick connection from his dark rimmed eyes, probably an effect from insomnia also.

I slammed my locker shut with an unnecessary hard force and waved goodbye as I headed to my next class.

I always found myself groaning at the thought of entering another classroom.

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"I'm home" I said in a monotone voice that echoed through the cold building. I shuttered as I quickly made my way up the stairs.

I did my usual turn around the corner and looked around, there was thankfully no one in site. I dashed into my room with unusual great speed, yanked the door open and just as quickly closed the door and locked it shut.

I sighed and threw my backpack across the room. I didn't feel like doing my homework anyways.

I just wanted to lie across my mattress and fall asleep, or better yet, why not sleep on an actual comfortable bed for once? Is that too much to ask for?

The mattress I plopped down on was hard, but covered with layers of warm blankets. I smashed my head on a pillow, burying in deep within the cotton depths. My peace was disturbed once again by an alerting cell phone ring. I groaned, hoping the noise would go away. After a few rings, the noise seized. I didn't want to answer it. I smirked when the alarming noise stopped and quickly fell asleep.

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"Wake up!!" came the high obnoxious voice that awakened me with a cold water bottle to my face.

I coughed and spluttered a few times before recovering from the unwanted shock. I just love it when this kind of thing happens over and over again.

"What do you want Mai?" I said furiously, while remaining self-control. I found it rather challenging with the Devil step-sister standing besides me.

"Dinner's ready sleeping fugly" she stated. I was about to respond with another smart-aleck comment as I usually do, but I was interrupted by the "blubber"...I mean…step-mom.

"Sakura, you honestly have to eat something. You are too skinny, it makes you look hideous! You're dropping pounds by the day, and that is just horrifying!" she yelled.

"At least I don't look like a whale" I responded, just a little too loud.

"What did you say to me?" she turned to face me, wrinkled eyes glaring at me angrily.

"You heard me Miss Blubber" I replied, wet hair dripping down my face. Miss Blubber was always just a nickname I called her behind her back, and honestly, I could never remember her real name, but I felt it was appropriate to call her that now anyways.

"You little disgraceful brat. You should know your place by now. And after your all I've done for you under your father's wishes" she screamed and slapped me across the face. She thought that hurt…ha.

"You can't even throw a good hit, and I just thought you were pathetic" I laughed at my own comments. She gave me a shocked gaze. It wasn't often that I said such things like that.

She snapped back into reality as her face grew red. "Don't think that I'm going to put up with this!" she yelled.

"You know you really let yourself go when my dad left you" I pointed out, snickering.

"Oh, and that's okay, you won't have to put up with me for much longer" I continued and waved stupidly as I climbed out that window, which was unfortunately on the third floor.

She didn't stop me as I jumped.