Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or own any names. Just my plot.
One snap. Two snap, three another makes four.
It's not as easy as it may seem to let go of someone from your past and move onto a so called "new life". The person still lingers in the back of your mind. You ponder they what ifs and what might or might not have happened. The little things remind you of the time you shared and sometimes the things you could have had more of. Maybe, just maybe if they mean so much it could send you into a psychotic whirlwind.
That's me. Sakura Haruno crazy girl who lost her boyfriend. In my opinion it is much easier to accept death when it comes naturally or maybe in an unexpected accident. Yet when it comes to someone purposely taking their own life. Choose death over living and being with the one who needs you the most. It can do bad things to you. It's done bad things to me. This explains why at this moment I am in this white plastered wall building to be examined by my new counselor.
Being here is honestly making me physically ill to my stomach. I won't dare sit in one of their plastic shares of "comfort". So I stick to leaning against the wall with annoyance stricken across my face. My mother who of course pushed me into this waiting patiently in her seat with a smile. She is my main reason of annoyance today. She took it upon herself to push me towards the "path of healing." I will admit that my boyfriend's death has changed me and has made me a bit more irrational. But I do not need healing. I am fine. I finally now see the world for what it is; money grubbers, cynic, and nosy bastards who can't keep to themselves. Makes me almost not blame him for leaving this world. Yet I do, because he left me.
My name is suddenly called so I look up to see a lady is a long hideous decorative dress with some kind of beads hanging around her neck. Great, I get the witch doctor. She calls my name again looking around the room trying to distinguish who I am. I entertain the idea of just standing there until my mother nudges me sharply. I swat her away and step forward. As soon as she spots me she shoots me the famous genuine fake smile. Key it to make it look as sincere as possible without really even caring. I would know. It's my trademark. But she's getting paid so why does she even have to really care? I don't care. And with that I slowly follow her into a tight spaced office filled with shelves of books, and memos of her life. She takes a seat behind her cluttered wooden desk as I stand lazily with my hands shoved down in my pockets at the door. I take a deep breath and step forward a little more and shove the door shut maybe a little too hard, but it makes her jump a little. Which in turns makes me smile.
"Well, Sakura. Take a seat will you?" She asks politely her nose buried into some file.
I stare at the chair in the middle of the room for a brief moment before walking up to it. I plop myself down in it taking my hands from my pockets. As I sit she turns her attention to me and just stares me down with her smile. I stare back with a bored expression and snap the rubber band on my wrist. Her eyes glance to my wrist then back to her file as she writes something down. Haven't said a word and I'm already being evaluated. What a joy. She once again looks back up at me and folds her hands into her lap.
And so the session begins…