"Seventy six."
She lay in a pool of her own blood. The colour red stained the area around her. It thoroughly soaked everything that she could not tell where her pooling kimono ended and where the grass started. She sat there untethered by the night's wind even though her body reacted negatively and shook violently. With eyes so lifeless and chakra depletion destroying her, she continued to stare at her slit wrists before gripping the knife in her hand harder and continuing.
"Se-seventy seven. "
She's been at it for two hours now. It's cold and bleak and Sakura hates, hates, hates, herself but it's nothing compared to the empty void in her heart so she continues. She continues slashing and healing and wasting and loosing.
"Seventy...seventy eight."
The one power she had was finally going against her. As if everything else wasn't enough. But she was there. Nearly there. Just a little more until there will be too much for the blood to refill, until there will be no more chakra to heal.
"Se…"
She wants free. She wants out. There in no place that she can run to (she tried. she swears she tried. but every time she ran they would find her and bring her to the village and fill her with love and she would believe it'll be okay. but it's not. it's not because then that love starts to change and poison her and oh god where did it all go wrong?) And no excuse that she can give to get away (they don't understand when to let go or stop and for the first time she wonder if maybe this was how sasuke felt and if yes then oh what fools they've been, oh what fools).
"Se...venty nine."
So she seeks alliance in death.