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Give up

Both of the men where done just before dawn break. They left me lying, broken and bruised, on my bed, complaining about how much they would have to pay my Mama since she charges by the hour. They didn't even close the door.

I stayed still for a few moments. Feeling sorry for myself. I am so pathetic. I won't even stand up for my self. I don't deserve to live. I have had enough. I sat up, and pulled on a shirt. I wouldn't be a coward today. Slowly I pulled myself over to the window. Maybe there is one thing I can do to make everything together.

Third Person

By the time that Lee had been able to see the Hokage, convince her to write up a search, and assign Neji to help him it was already dawn. It would have to been quicker if Tsundae hadn't been angry with him for bothering her so late, and then for making her work, though through the night. She kept saying, "You better be right about this Lee. There better be a serious issue in that household."

But now he and Neji where were leaping from roof to roof, heading to the outskirts of Konoha. He was finally doing something active to help Azami.

They had just reach Azami's neighbor hood when Neji gasped, pulling Lee's attention away from their mission. "What is that girl doing?" Asked Neji, thinking out loud.

Lee followed where Neji was looking until he saw it to. There was a slim looking girl with dried blood on her wearing just a t-shirt that barely went down to her mid thighs. She was standing on the edge of a roof, leaning dangerously forward. It took Lee only a split second to realize that that girl was Azami, and that roof was apart of her house. And in only a split second Lee doubled his speed.

First Person

I actually felt almost free, standing on the roof. It was almost over, and then I wouldn't have to sneak home in the middle of the night, or pass out, and wake up in the hospital, or have Mama threaten me with that horrible thing. All I have left to do is jump.

The wind felt amazing, like it was taking away all my pain, and worried as my body fell to the ground. I closed my eyes; I am ready to let go.

Trough that thought was fleeting, and all my worries came back to me when a pair of strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me into a secure, warm chest. Who is this? Soon I felt us land on the ground, both of us unhurt, and neither of us dead. Slowly, almost afraid I opened my eyes to see Lee staring back at me. His big round eyes filled with fright and worry. Guess he hasn't seen someone try to kill him or herself before. Lee held me tighter, and let out a sigh of relief. He probably only saved me because he didn't want to fill out some ninja report on a village suicide.

"Are you hurt, Azami-san?" He asked though I just stared at him. I had just tried to kill myself, and he was asking if I'm hurt. But then he asked the question that I knew would be coming. "Why did you do that?"

I looked away from his friendly face, to stare at one of his hands that were holding me, before softly saying, "I want to die."

Turns out that Lee had brought two things with him. One of his ninja friends named Neji, and a freshly signed search warrant from the Hokage. I guess I'm not as good as hiding things from Lee as I thought I was. But then again I'm not good at anything.

That Neji guy stayed silent for a bit before he gestured towards the house, and told Lee, "We should do what we came here for."

Lee nodded once before moving forward. Carrying me back to my house, back to my nightmare.

The first thing we see is my Mama lounging on the couch, counting a wad of cash, probably from those two men from earlier. Mama looked up, and immediately scowled. If there are two things that Mama hates its shinobi and me. So it wouldn't help to have two ninja standing in her front doorway, and with one of them holding me. Through before she could even open her mouth Neji stepped forward, holding up the search warrant. "There has been some suspicious rumors about your household, so we'll be searching the property." Was what he said before startling to randomly open the draws from the TV stand, not even giving Mama a chance to reply.

Lee shifted me slightly in his arms before saying, "Let's get you some better clothes", in a soft voice, and he walked up the stairs. I know our dirty, and cluttered house must have disgusted him, but he didn't show it. He just asked me where my room was. Weakly I pointed to the door on the right. It was still very early in the morning, and already I felt like the longest day of my existence. Lee moved sideways to carry me into the room. Though he froze on the threshold, gasping at the sight of my room. There were clothes all over the floor, and the random splotches of blood on the carpet from last night, but the most gruesome thing was my bed. There were ropes still tied to the headboard, and the sheets were all twisted and covered in dried blood. I had forgotten to clean up before jumping off the roof.

Lee slowly, and carefully set me on my feet, but kept one hand on my shoulder. Using his free hand he covered his eyes, and started to take deep breaths, trying to calm himself. I don't know why he's so upset, none of the things that have happened in this room has happened to him. Though Lee quickly recovered, and picked up the cleanness pair of pants he could find off the floor. "Put these on, Azami-san. I need to get you to the hospital." He said softly, like he was trying not to scare a child. Did I look scared to him? I'm not feeling anything, why is Lee acting weird? But I did what he asked of me. I don't care about what happens anymore.

Lee was real quick about leaving the house, and going straight to the hospital. Though one of his hands was always gently holding my shoulder, and his eyes kept starring at me every few seconds, like he just randomly expected me to disappear. Does everyone treat suicide victims like this? Like they're going to die at any moment? I want to die though. I want this to all end. Lee marched me to the hospital, and up to the front. Ignoring all of the other patients waiting for help. He looked at the nurse behind the desk, and said one sentence that started the biggest change in my life. "She tried to comment suicide." And that was that. Two nurses on duty each took one of my arms, and led me to a part of the hospital that I had never been to before, leaving their own patients unattended. Goes to show that if you try to kill yourself you'll take top priority at a hospital. They had taken me away, and left behind Lee to explain what all had happened to another nurse. Why couldn't he have just let me kill myself? It would have been easier. He doesn't care about me, no one does.

Instead of getting charged into the recovery ward, like I usually do, the nurses took me to the physiatric ward, for the mentally unstable. They did the regular things first, clean the dried blood of my wrists, and legs, from the rope, and then wrap up or bandage all of the wounds. But then I was lead to a new room that only had a table a two chairs, all bolted down to the floor.

Then I met my new doctor, . He looked pretty young to be a head doctor. His face is worry live free. He wore the usual lab coat, but had a turtleneck underneath, and he smelt like antiseptic. is nice enough, I guess. We spent the first couple of minutes going over why I am here. Though not once did he ask why I had tried to kill my self, I like that. Then he started to ask me things like what's my opinion on certain types of music or food. I didn't really have an opinion. Music doesn't serve any real purpose, and food is just so you can survive. There was no clue from if my answers where right or wrong. He kept a light smile on his face the whole time. His smile isn't anything like Lee's smile.

Next he took out some cards with black splotches on smeared on them, and asked me hat I saw. "An ink blot", was my first answer, not really getting the point of this.

"Yes it's an ink blot, but what does the shape of the ink blot look like?" He asked, still holding up the same card.

I looked more closely at the card. The ink was thin to a point at one end, and round and thicker on the other. "Like one of Mama's syringes". I replied, my voice almost unhearable.

nodded once, and then preceded to ask, "Is your mother a nurse, or vet? What does to do that requires syringes?"

"She's not employed. Mama uses them on her self."

nodded again before showing me another card. This went on for a while. Though at one point he switched from cards to saying one word or phase, and asking me the first thing that came to mind. I cooperated for the most of it. I didn't feel like any of this was a big deal, but then said, "Friend."

"L…" I started, for some reason thinking of Lee, but he's not my friend, and I shouldn't lie and say that he is. "I don't have any friends." I changed my answer. No one likes me, so no one would want to be my friend.

I have now been in the physaitric ward for a full week. Everyday is the same. Eat the bland hospital food under the supervision of one of the nurses so they could make sure I wouldn't stab myself with chopsticks, or force myself to choke. Then that same nurse would check my wounds and put on clean bandages. After that would come, and we'd discuss something that has to do with me emotions. Though he has moved me up from ink blots onto drawing what I'm feeling with crayons since crayons are safer than pencils. One thing there is to say about Konoha's physaitric ward is that the staff is real good about keeping up a happy demeanor. As to keep their patients calm. They're really good at pretending.

Lee has been visiting everyday in the after noon. He always brings something with him, mostly apples of flowers, things that have been approved by . Though one day Lee brought the news that Neji had found Mama's stash of illegal drugs, and interrogated one of her clients. Mama is now in Konoha's prison for drug abuse, adultery, and child abuse. She won't be out for a while. Because of that I am now an official ward of Konoha.