I hear a ringing. I hear a real loud ringing.
I open my eyes and I can see feet. A lot of them. They are all scrambling, some bumping in to each other. Now I can hear voices. I can hear my teacher's voice. She's screaming. I can hear other people screaming too, but it's kind of muffled.
Then I notice a pair of feet standing still, in the door way. I want to see his face but I can't move my head. My head has become too heavy for me to look up. Now it's getting really hard to breath.
"What's going on?" I asked myself. I looked back at the standing man at the door way, and now he's being taken away by other men.
There's still some yelling.
I feel some close to me. I feel someone scoop me up with his hands and turn me around. I am now looking at the white ceiling. It seems so high. I blinked and I start to cough. It's getting harder to breath.
There someone blocking the ceiling from my view. His face is kind blurry, but he come closer and I can see him now.
He's my adoptive brother Sasuke. He's the man I love. I stare at his black hair and his pale skin with his almost glowing black eyes and I notice he's crying. I notice he's panicking. He never panics. He's cool and calm. He's the person you want to be when there is a crisis. But he's not that guy right now.
"I need you keep your eyes open Sakura," he said as I watched as his right hand caressed my face. It seems warm and soft, but I can't feel it. I open my mouth to tell him that I don't understand what's going on, but instead I begin to cough. Now my chest hurts and my mouths taste like blood.
I watch Sasuke greet his teeth together and hold back tears, but it's too late, tears are already running down his handsome face.
His hands are now on the back of my head and starts moving me towards his lap. As he moves me I can see the rest of my pale body.
I can see my skinny legs poking out of my black and blue school skirt. I can see my pale skinny bruised arms and I can see my chest. My chest that is covered by my white school shirt, my shirt is not white anymore. It has red splatter all over it. Why is there red on my shirt?
Then I see it. I see I hole in my chest. The red is blood. It's my blood.
It all comes back to be now. I've been shot. I've been shot by the man I wanted to love, because I kissed the man I love.
I looked back at Sasuke, and I see that he's crying. He's caressing my short pink hair.
He thinks that this is his fault, but it isn't.
I was the one who played with fire. I was the one who wanted to be with him. I was the one who brought this on me.
And yet I don't know how I got here.
How did I get from a girl who was quiet and minded her own business to the girl dying in the arms of the man she loves?