My first fic. Flames are allowed. And so is contructive criticism. ^^

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and/or any of the characters. Nor do I own the song and/or any part of the lyrics "Losing Grip" by Avril Lavigne. She owns that one. :))

[Just making sure I dont get sued. hahaha. :))]

"Are you aware of what you make me feel, baby?"

She found herself in her room, crying and all alone. She was looking at some pictures of a pink haired girl and a black haired male in each others arms. As she stared down at the pictures, hundreds of knives were practically stabbing her chest all at the same time, for the pictures were mocking her and her unwanted memories.

The people in the picture were a couple. They were a happy couple to say the least. The couple looked contented with each other. No signs of imperfection in their relationship. They were the perfect couple. And it looked liked they would last forever…

Every moment they spent together was like being in heaven fore her. Her heart would flutter every time he was around. Her heart would beat faster than it normally does. His scent intoxicated her and when their hands were intertwined with each other, it seemed like they were puzzle pieces in their rightful places.

But..

Look at what happened to them now. He was out with some other girl. Probably two. While she was crying. Crying for the man to whom she gave her heart and soul to. To the man who ripped her heart into a million shreds. To the reason of her existence and the person she thought she could love forever. To the man named Sasuke Uchiha.

"Right now I feel invisible to you, like I'm not real"

Well, they were never like this. In fact, she was the first person to actually melt his ice cold heart. In fact they actually did love each other. Or she think she did. It was all until that day. The day her heart became as cold as ice…

Flashback

"Don't worry. I'll be back as soon as possible." He said.

"You promise?" She said.

"I promise."

Next he pulled her next to him. He snaked his arms around her waist while leaning in to kiss her. Reassuring her that everything will be fine. And he left to meet with his parents. And she stood there still dazzled by him, not knowing that their last kiss would be "the kiss of death".

*after a few hours*

She was scared. Scratch that. She was terrified. He was never one to break his promise. And then the door opened. There were three figures. There were two ladies and a male. She was begging no pleading to God that hopefully, it wasn't him. Begging that the man she loved wasn't making out with the two girls on his arms. She was nearly on her knees. She was contemplating on whether or not to turn on the lights. She finally decided to turn it on. But someone beat her to it. She fell on her knees, shocked. For the moment, she saw the man. The only thing that came out of her mouth was "It was him". She was sobbing on the cold, hard floor. Seeing that the man she loved was there in all his glory, continuing to kiss the two girls on his arms, not caring for the girl kneeling on the floor, crying her heart out for the man she loved.

Well? What do you think? Reviewers will be given cookies. ^^

And no this is not a one-shot. :)

Chapter 2 will be posted when i think of something good for chapter 2 and 2 reviews. :D

Yes, i know im evil. hahaha, kidding. :P