They never knew.
Never knew that she had felt that way.
Her emotions were bottled up so carefully. Nothing ever got out. Well except for one thing. Her happiness. It was fake. Her depression was masked so well by her smiles. The cork to that small little bottle, filled with turmoil and sorrow, never came off.
No one knew. Not even herself.
They say your eyes are like a window to your soul. It reveals everything. No secrets can and could be hidden. One look and everything would be told. But not her. She couldn't even uncover it herself. Until one day, it all came pouring out of her. Literally.
She did not understand why she had felt this way. She did not even know what would have caused her to always feel a lingering cloud on her shoulders. It always rained. The sun never peaked out of its hidden spot. That hadn't happened for years. She was always so puzzled by it.
It happened by accident. Peeling an apple. A snack. Her favorite fruit. Some would have thought it was strawberries, but they were sadly mistaken. The knife had made a small incision on her thumb. The red droplets beaded to the top. Her eyes never left that spot. For some reason…it felt good. It felt…really good.
Watching the blood dribble from the small wound, she had stared in fascination.
That's when it started.
Whenever she felt like the world would come crashing down on her, she knew that with one small flick to the wrist, the pain would be gone. Just like that. It relieved her. The burden would come undone. She felt lighter. For a while her eyes would genuinely shine brighter. Her laughs would be louder and fuller.
Oh but no one knew. A shame that no one knew. Maybe, then they could have saved her. They would have saved her. Her friends. Her family. Her acquaintances. Anyone. They all loved her. Yet she couldn't see past that. Noone really mattered. Only one did. But he was gone.
Her single ray of light, of hope, of her everything was gone. He left years ago, but never came back. He promised though. He promised her that when he returned everything would be the same. His bright smiles used to light the inside of her heart. It made her feel warmth. She missed it now. It was too cold. Never warm anymore, just too cold.
When they found her on the floor it was too late.
She had cut just a little too much.
And just a little too deep.
She could not be healed any longer. Her life was down to the seconds. They could see and hear her laboured breathing. A serene smile was on her pale porcelain face. It was leaving. The feelings were leaving. Flowing out of her. All of it.
They could not do anything anymore.
Nothing to help her.
She had done something though.
Although one couldn't say it was for the best.
But she had done something to free herself.
"Sakura…"
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Written: 22/10/07
Posted: 24/10/07
Notes: Inspiration hit me while I was mopping. Random yeah?
Beta: Anna my love.
Criticism appreciated. Thanks.
xoxo
Rachel