"Do you want to go out tonight?" A girl's voice chimed through the phone, and Sakura's lip turned upwards in an amused smile.

"Ino, do you really have to ask?"

"I thought you'd say that." Her friend laughed, "My boyfriend's saying something about some pre-drinks, or post-party drinks, or, you know, all-night drinks."

"All of those options sound wonderful." The light haired girl smirked. "Do you want me to bring anything?"

"Booze. Oh! And your fine self, of course. Buh-bye!"

The line went dead and Sakura's smile immediately melted. She took the phone away from her ear and checked the time. It was almost seven already. How, she wondered, had she wasted the entire day already? And Ino hadn't left her much time to get ready… she still had mascara all over her face from the downpour yesterday.

Sitting up from a position she hadn't left all day, Sakura stretched out, pale limbs in the air and arms reaching for the ceiling as she yawned loudly. She felt better already with news that she would be seeing friends that evening and dragged herself into the bathroom. She switched the shower on and stepped into the cubicle, rubbing her eyes under the water. Pulling her knuckles back she could still see thick, black blots of mascara coming off of her eyelashes. She hadn't managed to take off her makeup when she had gotten home earlier that morning. Great.

An hour later, she stood in front of the full length mirror in her small bedroom, looking at her small figure. Just over five feet in height, Sakura didn't stand particularly tall. She had large green eyes which she had lined with a dark kohl and long black lashes extended with layers of mascara. Her pale skin was highlighted with a number of products and even her neck had been painted to cover up bruises from lips that had marked her - not kissed, but marked.

She wore white Chucks, black jeans (skinny, of course) with holes in both knees and a white tee-shirt with some old band on it. Over this, she wore a soft black leather jacket, so worn that the leather had started so show signs of tearing at her elbows. It had been her mother's before it was hers, and she loved it.

Sakura had pulled her wet pink hair up into a bun as she was getting ready, but now pulled it out, letting soft pink strands fall past her shoulders. Having dried in the topknot she had worn before, it now had a nice texture to it that completed her look.

A hot mess, she gathered her things and let the door slam behind her.


Author's note: Thank you for reading, I hope to continue this as a really short fic. Writing is the best therapy. I realise this is probably a little mature, but it's the sort of thing that I want to write about right now. If you feel that the rating is too low, please let me know. I'd love to get a review from your lovely self! Thanks again.