This Fanfiction is written by Echo

About a week ago

I didnt mean for this to happen. Really. I didnt mean to say those words, or look that way, or hurt them the way I did. It just happened. Without my control.

Control.

"Haruno Sakura?" I hear my name called from a woman behind a desk. I look up, making her aware I am Sakura. "Please, Mr. Sarutobi will see you now." The woman goes back to shuffling papers on her desk as I stand up, picking up my bag and shoes.

I walk barefoot down the cold white Hospital hallway I know all too well. I feel my long pink hair move as I walk through the sterile air. The sound of me feet pattering on the floor is drowned out by the sound of my heartbeat.

My body hurts. Not just from the MAJOR asskicking I took just 30 minutes ago, but from knowing what I did. Knowing who I hurt, and just how much I hurt them.

I reach a door. A door identical to every other except for the number above the door. I stare at the polished silver handle of the hospital door, knowing that on the other side, someone is there because of me.

I look at the blurred reflection of my face on the door handle. I'm distorted, not just because the handle is fucking with me but because of the marks on my face. The red, painful marks that remind me of the cruel act I did, how I did it. I take a hand and feel my face, flinching when I touch a swollen, painful marks next to my eyes and jaw.

I look down at my feet, not even bothering to see the gruesome bruises on my stomach and breasts. Small red scratches cover my feet, showing where I ran forever and ever. Thick mounds of dried blood cover some of my toes, showing where adrenaline covered pain.

It's ok, Sakura

No It's not

You were defending yourself, they pushed you to that.

No. I could have stopped….

I hold in my tears, knowing crying will not help anyone now. With a deep breath I turn the door handle, opening the door, not knowing exactly what to expect.

I feel terror, scared, fear of what I'm looking at, but I show nothing. I walk into the clean white room, scanning the faces.

Mother and father are there, both have despair on their features, next to them sits he looks up to me as I enter the room, a kind look in his eyes, not his face. Next to him there is a Woman crying at her knees, behind her a man, most likely her husband, stands a broken look on his face. He looks down at the hospital bed in front of him.

He looks at his son.

Red, purple, and blue marks cover his body. Scratches crawl across his chest and up his neck, his face to swollen to even see very well. Part of his head is wrapped in a bandage, most likely from where I ripped out his hair. A machine beeps next to him, slowly pumping oxygen into his, tired, worn body.

I gasp at what I see, wanting to cry and apologize for what I did.

The crying woman looks up to me, instantly stopping her tears. "...You…" She says standing to her feet, her bloodshot eyes never leaving mine.

For a second, we both stand in silence, waiting for the other to make a move. She moves first. "YOU!" She says dashing around the hospital bed, she extends her hands, reaching for my neck. It takes me a second to realise what's happening before I start to move out of the way. I barely miss her grasp by throwing myself against the door, giving Father and her husband time to wrap their arms around her and carry her out of the room. We listen to her screaming as they walk her down the hallway and far enough her pain couldn't be heard.

I breathe, calming my nerves.

I look to Mother, wanting her to say something, anything. She looks up to me, her forest green eyes meeting my Jade. She quickly looks at the floor, making me fully aware, her love for me was gone.

I feel shattered, everyone hates me and now Mother has rejected me, what do I have left? I feel water fill up my eyes till stands, clearing his throat. "I'm sorry," He says breaking me out of my dark place. "She promised she wouldn't do that."

I suck back in my tears and clear my throat, trying my best to seem put together. "It's more than fine. I probably would have had the same reaction if I saw my child like this." I look to the boy I destroyed. Eyeing the bandage wrapped around his right hand, the hand I stabbed a letter opener through.

Mother mutters something about checking on Father, giving her an easy opportunity to leave the room. She doesn't even look at me as she walks by.

I ignore the pain, knowing I'll have enough time to deal with it later. motions for me to sit, I pull up a chair next to him.

We sit looking at each other. I stare into his deep black eyes, trying to analyze the old age marks on his face. When I get too into reading his smile lines he starts speaking.

"You're in quite a pickle young lady." He sighs when I say nothing in return. I know I'm being difficult but there is nothing I can do. I'm royally screwed.

leans close as if to whisper a secret. "I know you didnt mean to hurt them." He leans back in his chair and admires the dumbfounded look on my face.

What?

"Listen here Sakura, I've had my eye on you for a while now, And I know you have great potential. So…." fusses with some papers inside of a folder, leaving me to wonder what exactly was happening.

"From now on," says handing me a paper, his scratchy white hair fizzing around his bald head, "You'll be living with your Grandmother in Konoha, You'll go to Konoha High under your current name and make a happy life there."

At this point my jaw is on the floor. What the fuck is this old man talking about? I look down at the piece of paper handed me. It has all of my information, Name, Family, past, and even the current.

"Wait, I dont understand, What's happening?"

"You're getting a second chance." says, a smirk on his aged face.

No. I don't deserve a second chance.

"No I'm not." I say standing up, I throw the paper at . "I deserve to be locked up forever after what I did. I'm not going back around people, not when I can't control it." Shit, I said too much.

I look to , at this point he's standing, his old man shape filled out and big. "Exactly, you can't control your anger," He says walking towards me. I'm frozen in my tracks, paralyzed by the fear I feel from looking at this old man. He moves closer to me, placing his hands on my shoulders. "You would be locked away forever, maybe even killed because of what you did, So you're gonna take this second chance," he says tightening the grip on my shoulders, "And control what's inside you. You might be ready to leave this world, but the world isnt ready to loose you just yet. So you're gonna transfer to Konoha High, here, it will be said you ran away to another country. Your parents have consented and your grandmother is expecting you." He takes his well aged hand and pats my head. As if trying to contain the mind blowing that just happened.

I'm supposed to leave, like a fugitive, to go and live with my grandmother, although I won't be a fugitive because I'll Have permission to be there- But what the fuck?

My mother enters the room with Father, both of the silent. I look at the boy, all beaten and broken, remembering the first time I say him.

I always liked older guys, older as in 16-17. Being the 15 year old brat I am I loved attention from guys, until one gave me a little too much attention. At our school, the system is fucked. You can't be nice to a guy without being murdered by every chick in the school, so when I was interested in one, shit hit the fan.

"Sakura." Mother says breaking me out of my dreamland. "Let's get you looked at and home so you can pack your bags."

I nod, knowing I have no choice.

After A nurse came in and cleaned me up, closing most of my open wounds, I went home in a silent car ride, after showering and washing the dried blood out of my long Sakura colored hair, the next 5 days were spent packing up my room and skipping school. Not ready to face reality at all.

Herro~

New Naruto fanfic! I'm trying to do a different approach than usual so I'm gonna need some opinions, plz.

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