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Chapter Four:
By the time I was almost seventeen, I had gotten all of my old friends back. I would walk down a street and everyone would shout, hands waving, "Hey, Sakura!" Also, my pink hair wasn't long and always messy anymore. I decided to cut it short so it wasn't in my face all the time. And you know what? I'd forgotten that I had green eyes. How silly is that?
Sasuke Uchiha seemed to have forgotten me completely before I reacquainted myself with him. I viewed that as a fairly good thing though, since I was able to start all over again. Every embarrassing or bratty thing I did was erased from my true Love's memory.
Ino didn't want to be my friend, unfortunately. She had set her mind towards Sasuke, and then said I would only stand in her way if we were friends. So that was just one friendship that would never be, I guessed.
Oh, Naruto Uzumaki had not abandoned the memory of me. How sweet! But I still didn't like him like that. Actually, the blond-headed boy was, after all the time I hadn't come in any contact with him, a total idiot and child. But he was always able to put a smile on my face. Well, an inner smile, that is.
Rock Lee had not omitted me as well. I was partially glad, but he apparently had an forever crush on me, so that part I didn't like. All the time, he was nice, sweet, and strong, but pals were the highest relationship status I'd go to with him.
I had faded in just about everybody else's minds, but they were eventually able to recollect me after I jogged their memories. I was thankful to that.
But still, it was nearly two years after I had met that man that spoke of things like fate and such. A lot of the time I was thinking about it. When I tried not to, it didn't work. Using all my might, I couldn't not remember. Most nights, I even dream it. Although, I might call it a reoccurring nightmare, even if it didn't make me wet the bed.
My father was still alive, of course. He had seen his spouse's convulsed body, and had been scarred ever since. I even heard him, a grown man, whimper and cry, rather than snoring, in his sleep. That hurt me terribly.
With every friend I'd gained back, I worried more. Was I supposed to be alone forever? Or was I supposed to be accompanied in life with friends and family? Would I ever know?!
Oh... haunted. I was haunted unceasingly with those questions and more. The most frequent one was: "Why? Why me?" One thing I knew, however, was that I would never be completely normal and merry until every single perplexity in my life was properly answered.
A/N: Well, I'm going to leave it at this point for now. So, thank you to the people that have read this and reviewing it. Uh, yeah, thanks! Oh, and I hope short chapter are okay as long as I update frequently. :D