In the dead of night, the tree leaves whisper to the winds of time. They speak in a cryptic language that no one really knows. No one really cares to know. Her hand reached out to touch the windows face. She took the lock in her hand and ripped open the window. She then leapt into the night's air and landed on the streets below. She drowned her lungs with the cold air as she lay there covered in her own blood. Soon the night woke up and the streets began to fill. A scream was heard and people surround the stone cold body that lay outside a large apartment building.
Ten days later;
Vitals stabilized.
Placed at the Konoha Hospital.
In Recovery.
Still Alive.
Thirty Days Later;
Breathing tube removed.
Hand twitched today.
No brain damage found.
Still Alive.
Thirty seven days Later;
Relapsed.
Heart attack.
Breathing tube reissued.
Barely Alive.
Six Months Later;
Completely healed.
Waiting to wake up.
Not quite Alive.
One Year Later;
Eyes twitched.
Hand moved.
Mouth opened.
Brain on.
Fully Alive…
The ceiling was white. Everything was white, the sheets, the IV leading up her arm. The nurse dressed in her garb. One thing stuck out, her pink hair. It contrasted with the entire room. Words came from the woman in white, the words fell def on the young girls ears.
It's not that she didn't want to hear how she was a medical miracle. Or how she had died twice, it was the tone that the woman was using, she seemed like she was so proud and happy that the pink haired girl was alive. When she hadn't even met her before.
"Can I leave now." The girl laying down interrupted in the middle of the woman's sentence.
"Oh, um. Dear unfortunately you still need to be psychoanalyzed before the doctor can give you the green light." She said after she was caught off guard that the girl had spoken in the first place.
"I don't understand why that needs to occur, but send in the shrink, I want to go home as soon as possible." She didn't even look at the nurse. But the nurse took this as find the doctor and find him now.
"Alright, sweetie, I will make an appointment with the doctor for you this afternoon." The nurse scuffled out of the room.
The girl laid her head down, closed her eyes, and waited for time to pass. How much easier it was when she was in the coma.
A knock sounded at the door, her eyes opened. It was the woman in white again, the nurse.
"Alrightie, Sweet pea, the doctor is ready for you" She helped the young girl to a standing position and then grabbed her robe and gave her the stand with the IV on it to walk with.
Sabaku no Gaara, PhD
Clinical Psychotherapy
The nurse knocked on the door, a gruff voice said something from the other side. The nurse led the girl inside to take a seat on a seemingly expensive couch.
"Haruno, Sakura; age 23, First and only attempted suicide, no previous recorded negative behavior. Great marks in school before the incident." He stared at his chart after that, he seemed done reading out loud her life to her.
"Alright" He started with a breath "Why did you want to kill yourself?"
"That is a bold question doctor" She looked about the room, a frame with nothing in it but the size of it, a bookshelf full of textbooks, the walls white. He had no wedding ring, bags under his eyes. Disheveled hair and the smell of whiskey resonated within the smallish office. "Long night I see, I have a question, why haven't you killed yourself yet." She looked at him.
He looked at her with wide eyes no one had ever said anything of the sort to him ever. "Why do you think I should kill myself?"
"Obvious isn't it, you spend an immense amount of time in these small walls, but still not having anything to put in the picture frame, having nothing to go home to but the bottle under the sink that's where you keep your whiskey because you are a 'recovering' Alcoholic, it seems that your childhood was so bad that you wanted to help others but you never have the chance because you work in a hospital where there are only sick people and actual crazy people. I am your first interesting patient, and you have no idea what to say. I think we should switch seats now doctor." She looked at her fingers and tapped on the leather she was sitting on.
"If you think that my life is that bad, and I haven't killed myself yet. Then what the hell happen to make you kill yourself" He said unfazed.
She didn't say anything more for the rest of the time. It wasn't hard because neither did he.
I found this half written among my many other half started things. I thought that I would finish this chapter up and post it. Review if you liked it and think I should continue.