Disclaimer: this is a disclaimer for the entire story. i do not own Card Captor Sakura or any of its characters.
AN: Ok. hi. just so you all know. the beginning of this story, is not how i write. so yeah. its also my first cardcaptor story. hope you like it and please review.
Conversation between Patient: Sakura Kinomoto and Doctor: Dr. Frank Symons as documented by official recorder of courtroom number 2D-458, currently under entitlement of S.D. Giles, Silvia Swanke
Dr Symons: I'm going to hold up some pictures and you tell me what you see ok?
Sakura: ….Ok.
Dr. Symons: This one?
Sakura: A blob
Dr. Symons: This one?
Sakura: A bigger blob
Dr. Symons: You're supposed to see a picture within the ink blots, now what do you see in this one?
Sakura: …
Dr. Symons: Well?
Sakura: …A car
Dr. Symons: Good. This one?
Sakura: A tree
Dr. Symons: How about this one?
Sakura: …The car crashing into the tree.
Dr. Symons: Ok…this one?
Sakura: The people inside the car dying.
Dr. Symons: Right. Lets move on. Here's some paper. I'd like you to draw a picture for me.
Sakura: Like what?
Dr. Symons: Anything you want. Just draw it….Done?
Sakura: Yeah.
Dr. Symons: Good. Lets see what you drew….what is it?
Sakura: Well, that's you hanging from the tree. And that's me over there, being run over by a car. And look, the cute little puppy's drowning. I even used sharpie for the blood so it would bleed through to the other side.
Dr. Symons: Wow…you're pretty…talented. I have an idea. Lets play a game. I'll say a word and you say the first word that comes to mind. Ready? Banana
Sakura: Banana
Dr. Symons: Tire
Sakura: Tire
Dr. Symons: Ok, you're supposed to say something else. Not just repeat the word. Blood
Sakura: Rain
Dr. Symons: Fear
Sakura: Fun
Dr. Symons: Fun
Sakura: Gun. Hey doc, I like this game.
Dr. Symons: Uh-huh. Throat
Sakura: Cut
Dr. Symons: Head
Sakura: Shot
Dr. Symons: Pain
Sakura: Great
Dr. Symons: Ok. I think that's enough of that. One last question. Do you…like your life?
Sakura: Oh, Doc. I love it.
Conversation recorded on date of trial for patient's parents, trial 3070-VDS. Condition of patient report filed and subbed below.
Case file report on Condition of patient Sakura Kinomoto by Dr Frank Symons.
Name: Kinomoto, Sakura
Age: Currently 15 years old
Height and weight: 5-4, and 116 lb.
Legal guardians: Fujitaka and Nadeshiko Kinomoto, both currently detained under charges of abuse.
Other immediate family: One (1) brother, Touya Kinomoto, currently overseas attending a university in New York
Condition given: The patient, while not a threat to society, seems to have developed a taste for abuse. This type of trauma is generally brought on from years of witnessing and receiving both physical and mental abuse. Her mind can no longer correctly determine the difference between harmful and not harmful. She has also taken on Sadistic and Masochistic attributes.
Requested Treatment: Since she's still not of legal age and she hasn't shown any outward violence, a treatment center would be the best choice. Brookview Mental Center for Corrupted Teens should be both a good environment and experience for her.
Signed,
Dr. Frank Symons PHD.
Black fingernails tapped against the dark wood of the armchair, tapping out the same rhythm as the black Etnies on the girl's feet. Her light brown hair reached just above her shoulders, brushing against the fabric of her black Red Jumpsuit Apparatus shirt. Faded jeans hung low on her hips as she sat in the cold waiting room. Black lined green eyes stared blankly ahead with loud music ringing in her ears from her ipod.
"Sakura Kinomoto?" The green eyes shifted to the side. A lady with a kind smile on her face stood to her right.
"Yeah?" The woman's eyes visibly widened in surprise at how gentle Sakura sounded. Sakura gave her a small smile before moving to stand.
"The councilor will see you now." Sakura nodded and added a polite thank you before heading to the door. Removing the earphones from her ears, she took the seat in front of the desk. The small metal plaque read 'Mrs. Hansen, minor guidance councilor'. The woman had long dark hair and light brown eyes that were focused on the case file on her desk. The eyes finally looked up at Sakura giving her a sympathetic smile.
"Sakura, how are you?" The file was put in her desk drawer and was replaced by a colorful brochure.
"Fine I guess. What happened to your hand?" Mrs. Hansen turned to look at her hand which was red and agitated looking.
"Oh, I cut it the other day while making diner. Ten stitched if you can believe it." She gave off a short laugh. Sakura moved forward in her chair, resting her forearms on the desk.
"Really? That's too bad. Tell me, did it hurt?" An almost excited smile crept over her face at that last part. Mrs. Hansen backed away from the girl and cleared her throat. Sakura sat back in clear disappointment and folded her arms in front of her.
"Sakura. The judge, with the guidance of your psychiatrist, has decided that it would be in your best interest to attend the Broockview center. Here's a pamphlet on it, go ahead and read it over. Feel free to ask questions." Sakura unfolded the paper and scanned over it. Looking up, she quirked a thin eyebrow at the older woman.
"How do I get there?" Mrs. Hansen looked at her for a second before answering.
"Oh, you live inside the building dear. It's all part of the process. We'll send a car for your things in the morning and you'll be dropped off by four." Sakura looked back at the colorful paper in her lap. 'It can't be that bad. Better than being constantly stared at by freaks who do nothing but whine over me.' Sakura nodded, earning a pleased smile from her councilor.
It was dark by the time the teen got home. It was dark, and quiet. Her small footsteps echoed off the walls as she walked to her small bedroom. Sitting on her bed, she looked over to her desk, barely making out the black shapes in the dark of the room. Walking over she picked up a stapler and shifted it so it hung open. Placing it up against her skin, she pushed down on it, sending the cold metal staple deep into the smooth skin of her arm. Biting her bottom lip a small smile formed on her face. She repeated the process over and over, the end result being a roughly written 'Sakura' across her arm. Blood dripped off her and fell onto the carpeted floor. Leaving the stain, she walked over to the mirror to inspect her work. Emerald eyes shifted from the bloody arm, up her small, but curving figure, and to the pleased look on her face. Her eyes stayed on her face, a small tear running down her cheek.
"I guess I really am a masochist." Wiping the tear away, she pulled on a long sleeved jacket and crawled onto her bed. She stayed awake for hours, simply trying to not think of anything, until finally she fell asleep.
People always tell me to look in the mirror. To tell them what I see. I see me. I see me with all my flaws and scars so visible. I wonder if everyone else can see them like I can. I've heard that people judge themselves more harshly than others, so they see problems in themselves that others don't. I wonder if my faults are like that. Or if everyone else can see them just as much as I can. But they have to right? I mean, they're so obvious. So I look into that mirror and I tell them that all I see is me. But they don't believe me, and they force me to keep looking. They force me to keep looking until I cry.
AN: so? what'd you think? I know it was short and I'm sorry. The next chapter should be coming out soon if you all like it. i also apologize for any misspellings and whatnot. ok. so like i said review. its what makes me happy. and also, incase Sakura's decription wasn't clear, she pretty much looks the same except she's older so obviously more mature looking, she wears eyeliner, and she's a little bit darker looking.