Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Too bad for me, neh?

WITH SAKURA/AFTER THE FUNERAL TWO WEEKS LATER:

I walked up the stairs slowly, pulling off my wet scarf and coat. I dumped them on the floor as I entered my room, pausing only to close my door. After locking it, I stepped out of my shoes and tore off my dress. I grabbed a large shirt from a box next to my dresser and pulled it on. Burrowing my nose in the fabric of the collar, I took a deep breath. Tears sprung to my eyes as Sasori's scent invaded my senses. My eyes closed, and I could almost see him standing in front of me, shaking his head and smiling before tossing me his shirt.

My eyes snapped open and a small shiver ran over my body. I wouldn't get to see him again. Never! And it was all because of our-my mother! No, I can't go blaming people. It's not their faults, I thought sadly. Without another thought I logged onto my computer and went to my private blog. I ignored the chat box at the bottom of the screen, instead just opening a new entry.

Her brother had died.

She was born second, so her brother had been born first, and for that reason, he had died in the car crash that almost killed her mother. After all, it is the eldest that learns how to drive first. So it was her fault, what with her being born after him. It was also her fault that her mother was going to be in constant pain for the rest of her life. She was born second, so her mother taught her brother to drive before her and for that reason, her brother died and her mother had to have surgery.

Her brother was dead.

Her mother forever broken.

Her father was so sad now. The love he had for her mother had faded in the past few years and it had come back full force. He was mourning the loss of his son. Her mother was mourning his death as well. They were too busy to notice their other child. They're only daughter.

She was present at the funeral, but not really there. She remained farthest from everyone, sitting under a tree a little bit in front of the grave. Her parents left, not even giving their child a second thought. She waited until the people were gone, the caretaker had done his rounds and the gates to the cemetery locked. She then left, without saying goodbye.

Goodbye made it seem to final.

She didn't want it to be final.

It wasn't allowed to be final.

Not until she was dead and with her beloved niisan.

I finished typing and update it to my diary. Well, the one that didn't have my username or profile attached to it. Then, sitting back, I reached for the bottom drawer of my dresser. Pulling it open, I stuck my hand under the scarves and Elmo pillow, finally gripping a thin handle. I pulled out the object, letting the light shine onto the blade. It was my brother's old knife, the one he bought in Tennessee and kept in a keepsake box. It was thin and elegant, the blade sharp and shiny. The light reflected off the blade and I watched it in fascination. I was just lowering it to my wrist when a beep sounded from my computer. I stuffed the knife back and turned in my chair. The chat box had reappeared.

TheAvenger10+: Hey, are you okay?

CryingCherryBlossom: Fine

TheAvenger10+: No you're not

What's wrong?

CryingCherryBlossom: Nothing

TheAvenger10+: I'm sorry about your brother

CryingCherryBlossom: Don't.

TheAvenger10+: Don't what?

CryingCherryBlossom: Don't pity me. I don't want it

TheAvenger10+: I'm just trying to help

CryingCherryBlossom: Ya, well, don't

TheAvenger10+: All right

CryingCherryBlossom: I have to go. Bye

TheAvenger10+: Wait!

I logged off before he sent another message. Closing my eyes, I wiped away the tears that had leaked from them. Shutting the lid to my laptop, I stood and stretched. My lights where off and in the dark I could see the red lights of my digital clock flashing the time: 2:36 AM

With a deep sigh, I flopped down onto my bed. I rolled over, laying my head against my pillow. I could vaguely hear my mother sobbing in my parents' bedroom and my father murmuring to her. Glaring at my pillow, my fingers reached for the sleeping pills I had snuck from my mother's new pain medication stash. I popped one in my mouth, swallowing it before the sickening taste could stick to my tongue. Satisfied, I rolled over and closed my eyes, willing sleep to come soon.

I couldn't rest until a second pill was in my stomach.

END OF CHAPTER:

So, I have an unsettling feeling I'm going too fast. So sorry if I am, but I never really planned to make this a long story. If I ever have time after I finish it then I might come back and make it longer. As you can see, Sakura is developing all sorts of horrible habits.

Review please!

~!snow!~