(Authors Note: Why does everyone always say Sakura is a whore? Honestly? She may not be that helpful in battle, and states the obvious all the time, and desires Sasuke sooo badly...anyways. But there must be times when she realized all this. She'd not that bad. I believe she has hidden qualities that fuel her honorable side. I'm tired of hearing people say she's a whore, or slut, or whatever.

This is a what could have happened to Sakura after Sasuke left Konoha. So bare in mind... It is FICTION only)

Silent Tears

Chapter One

'Pampered'

When you punch a wall, it's supposed to hurt right? When you crack all your knuckles, you're supposed to cry right? Then why do the tears swell up in your throat and refuse to come out? What impulses you continue punching the wall despite the throbbing pain that constantly races through your hand?

Sakura laid sideways, half dead, on her bed. Her uncombed hair flopped over the side and bunched at her neck. But this time, she didn't bother to fix it. The window blinds were shut making the room dark like night even though the sun had just risen. Down stairs, she could hear her mother chewing the delivery guy's head off for bringing onions instead of pickles. It only reminded her how pathetic and pampered her life had really been up until now.

She remembered standing in front of her mirror, that day after graduation, staring at her reflection, seeing a 'full fledged' ninja wearing the official Konoha leaf village head band. She remembered feeling so proud and superior. Now, when she rolled to see her reflection, there was a spoiled useless girl, who had been so overprotected by her friends and family, never learning what true loss felt like.

'I couldn't stop him.' Her fingers twitched at the thought of his face. 'I wasn't enough to stop him!'

Sakura rolled over no her stomach and pummeled her fists into her pillow leaving streaks of blood from her knuckles, 'What good am I? What have I ever done that was of any use to anyone?!'

"Sakura?" her mother's carefree voice came to her door. Sakura had crawled in her window that morning to avoid her mother's ugly sunshine smile. "Are you awake? I've made these delicious tomato and pickle-."

"GET OUT!" She'd never screamed at her mother before. But now felt nothing but anger towards her. 'It's you! You've been pampering me! Hiding me! Shunning me from the world and all its truths! Pretending like it's my right to get whatever I want!'… "Well life doesn't always revolve around me!"

Her mother gasped and retreated from her room just as an extra large Valentines Bear came tumbling through that air at her. There was a look of pure fright and confusion on her face.

Sakura stuffed her face back into the pillow, 'that's right….you don't understand, nobody does, not even you. My whole life….is such a waste of time.'

So why didn't the tears come out? Tears presented a sort of sadness, when a person is no longer able to suppress her emotions of tragedy. But she felt nothing but anger. And it was like the anger pushed every other emotion away. Anger at her mother, for everything she did frustrated Sakura so much. She would come to Sakuras training and bring picnics, and take out her portable comb whenever Sakuras hair got too messy, while the other genin of the village were off fighting mission.

Sakura was through with this kind of life. When your mother would become your shadow and follow everywhere just to make sure your clothing was never dirty. The only reason she came back this time, was to pack her things…