This was just off the top of my head... BTW, crits are welcomed. Flamers, go away!
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Sakura stared up at her ceiling with tears streaming down her face. "It's been a month since that day..." she recalled. Sakura slightly laughed thinking of the pain. Oh yes, she knew the pain that consumed her had made her go insane, but she didn't care. She didn't even care about the scars on her arms or the worried looks on her villagers faces. All she cared about was Sasuke. HER Sasuke.
"You jackass..." she thought out loud. "Leaving us all like that and probably never planned on contacting us again... Feh!" Sakura Haruno sat up on her bed and wiped her tears from her face. "Why do you have to be so selfish?" she yelled to no one with her fists clenched. "Dammit!" she yelled again. She wanted to punch something... Too bad Naruto was training today.
"Honey! What's with all the racket?" her mother yelled back. "Nothing mom!" 'Mind your fucking business!' said Inner Sakura. 'I can't take this. I have no privacy, I've felt like shit ever since Sasuke left, I don't know left from right anymore, I'm going crazy!' "GAH," she accidentally yelled out loud.
"THAT'S IT YOUNG LADY! I'M COMING IN THERE!"
Sakura sighed in annoyance and said "Don't bother! I'm out of here. I need to take a walk or something..."
She hopped off her bed but stopped and starred at her backpack that she prepared days ago...'Now is the time... To stop being such a coward and go after him!' Inner Sakura told herself and her body complied with the voice. She found herself picking up her backpack and putting it on her back. She smiled, with red eyes and a slightly wet face, for the first time in what seemed like forever.
Sakura headed for her bedroom door and put her hand on the bronze door knob. Just as she was getting ready to turn it, she realized something... She couldn't just walk out of her house with a backpack on. Geez! It will be more than obvious to her mom what she's doing. "Hmph..." 'The window it is!' cheered her inner self. She made her way to the window sill and swiftly escaped her hell or her room as most would call it.
Jumping down from the window quietly was an easy task but it was the person she met on the ground that was going to be difficult…
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I'll continue on soon enough... And probably in more detail/length if my creative juices get flowing...