A/N: Hello. This is my first attempt at a fanfiction, or at least one i won't give up on halfway through due to lack of motivation. Review would be much appreciated! Thanks

By the way this is yuri.(Eventually) That would be a girl/girl fan fiction. If you don't like that, don't read it.

By the way, I don't own Naruto, no matter how much I wish I did.

Sakura's POV

It's so strange passing him in the hallway and looking the other way, when before I would stop and talk.. I'm on time to all my classes now. I hate algebra with every fiber in my

being. It feels like a part of me is missing, and there's a huge gaping hole in my chest. In fact, the hole is so big that there aren't any words to describe it. To tell you the truth,

I miss him, more than anything. For the past week, I've wanted to die. Nothing seems fun any more. I've been sewing patterns into my skin, just to hear the noise they make

when I pull one out. It makes a lovely ripping sound. It sounds like what you'd expect a broken heart to sound like. I have to cover up my leg now. There's huge cuts on my leg,

from those days I felt numb.

"Hey Stupid! That was your stop!" teased the kid sitting behind me. Today was not my day.

"Bus Driver, Rick, hey stop! I missed my stop!"

The bus driver decided to stop at the same time I stood up, so I practically flew toward the front of the bus, landing on my stomach on the floor with gum and soda all over it. I

stomped off the bus, pissed beyond belief. I walked home, kicking rocks onto the sidewalk to be spiteful. If I had to have this shitty of a day, everyone else should to.

"How was your day, hun?" my mother asked as I walked in the door and tossed my backpack on the chair to be ignored until tomorrow morning.

"It was fine! Jeez, can you just leave me alone for once in my life, please!?" I shouted back at her.

"Don't talk to your mother like that you little bitch. She asked you how your day was, you'd better damn well answer in a respectful tone. She cares about you enough to

ask. Not everyone has someone like that." Lectured my father. He is so annoying and hateful. He always stood up for my mother. They were ganging up against me, like always.

"Don't you even think of going on that computer until your room is spotless, understand?" my mother asked. I nodded and rolled my eyes. I was finally going to get out of

this downstairs hell.

"Whatever," I said as I almost ran up the stairs to escape. I ran into my room, expecting a huge mess. No such mess existed. I threw the dirty clothes in the closet and

rearranged some stuff. Every single thing I did reminded me of Kiba. I found his shirt in my closet. What was that doing there, anyways? It was from when he stayed over

night last week. It smelled like whatever it was that he wore all the time. I loved that smell, but it made my eyes tear today. I went to my computer, and plopped down on

the chair. I signed on to AIM and there was his screen name. I swear, he was everywhere! He was idle, so i quickly switched to invisible mode. I could not talk to him, not

now. I leaned my chair back, and stared at the ceiling. I can't get him out of my head. He was so perfect, an angel without wings. His eyes were pitch black. They looked

like they could see right through you, but impossible to see through. Hes teeth were perfect, why he had braces i don't know. His hair was a beautiful brown-ish color. I

think i loved him. I really think i did. I've got pill bottles in my bathroom...maybe...they could help me stop thinking like this...

A/N: Well, thats the first chapter. I apoligize for it being so short, and a bit boring. Just trying to explain the depth of Sakura's depression and need for help...please review. Thanks