Tape One

Side B

. . .

I took a deep breath as I flipped open the cassette's top and turned the tape around so it was side B playing now. I stared at the headphones for a while, and then took another deep breath as I readied my heart and mental, and put them on.

I sat on the swing and stared down at the ground. My eyes were swollen from the crying, but I had to move on now.

To the next thing she had to say.

Play

Welcome back.

And thanks for actually able to move on to part two.

Now, first of all, I want you to go to the place labeled B in your map.

I unfolded the map and noticed the place right away. It was the public library's café. I stood up and walked to the bus stop so it could take me to the place she wanted me to go to.

You were my first friend.

Heck, I even thought we might be best friends.

But I'm not dumb. I know what friends do to each other and how they treat each other.

And you, my darling, are nowhere near my understanding of the definition.

Let's cut to the chase, shall we? This is for you, honey,

Ino-pig.

Ah, so that was who. It wasn't much of a shock when she said her name, I had already guessed. Yamanaka Ino was the first person who had approached Sakura, the pink haired freak who'd arrived in town two years ago.

And at the beginning, it did look as if they were getting along okay,

until that list came along.

I stood by the bus stop as I waited for the next bus to come. I closed my eyes as I concentrated on her words.

I really thought, Ino, that you of all people would understand me best.

Once again, I was proven wrong.

You were always there whenever people mocked me about my hair, or my wide forehead. You'd jump in front of me, and yell at those people, or even –occasionally- gave them a slap or two.

I was determined to do exactly the same to you.

Because you were my friend.

Let me ask you this, then, my lovely beautiful Ino,

I shivered at her tone as she said that last sentence. It sounded rather hostile and menacing. And I couldn't be wrong, after all that Ino'd done to her, I wouldn't blame her if her love toward her friend had turned into deep hatred.

what the fuck is wrong with you, bitch?

Ouch.

You know, after what you did to me I tried recalling what I might've done wrong to you, and guess what? I can't even come up with the times where we've actually fought and hate each other.

Sure we fight over boys, but we know deep inside that they're not an actual legit fight.

You don't need to tell me why, pig, because by the time you get this I'd be around ten feet underground anyways. Unless you are actually planning to dig up my grave and give the reason to my dead body.

But I know the reason.

And guess what?

Everyone else does too. Why, you ask?

Because you were so fucking obvious in ignoring me and staying away from me. Not to mention those annoying pleading looks you gave me whenever you pass by. I'm not blind to know that they're as pitiful as you.

Thank you for that though,

Of all people,

The bus stopped in front of me and I got on. I took my seat around the middle of the bus and sat by the window. I looked outside of the window as the bus went pass by the neighborhood. Fuck school.

All I needed was to finish listening to all seven of her tapes; otherwise it'd be a burden for me. It'd be too much to bear.

Her voice went on:

I thought you'd be the one who would know me best and not believe in those ugly gossips. Oh, but wait, you do know that none of those gossips are true, don't you?

What?

I frowned to myself at her statement. Really? This was true?

I thought Ino had believed in it deeply that she'd decided Sakura was too much of a whore to be friends with.

For a second, I did believe in the gossips as well.

But, even though all I did was look at her while trying to understand her from afar, I knew those gossips must be false.

As an Uchiha, though, I wasn't allowed to show that I cared. She was none of my business.

Mistake number five.

Guess what honey, I know that you know I'd done nothing wrong.

You just feel good that I look bad, right?

You've succeeded.

Do you even know, though, how it feels to feel so alone and tiny? Do you fucking know how it feels when people stare at you with cold accusing looks over something you had no fucking idea about?

Do you?

Sakura…

I brought my hand to my forehead and leaned on it. I closed my eyes, my head was spinning fast and it started aching again.

The pain you had to go through, all alone…

I'm sorry.

But, yes, Ino, you've succeeded in making me look bad, making me look like shit while you make people pity you and finally you yourself alone reach for the fucking corrupted star called the "Hot/Not List".

I knew it.

That list.

That was when I'd realized things begun to get worse for Sakura. The first issue with Gaara wasn't a big thing. It went away after a while and people stopped caring.

But the list.

It led to many other unnerving gossips. Could that be what caused her suicide? Could that be the major cause?

Then…

What role did I have in all this?

I wondered, though, who the next person would be. I knew about the list, I just didn't know who started it.

Some friend you are, Ino.

I loved you but you…

Well, know what? Let's put it this way.

In the end, you're just another bitch not worth protecting. Don't get me wrong, though, why would I hate you? I won't hang around for long anyways.

The end.

Let's move on then, shall we?

You know it buddy, since I mentioned the list, that your name would be next.

I got off the bus and entered the café. I ordered coffee, hoping it would reduce the headache that had just gotten worse. I placed my bag on the seat next to me and looked down at the table.

I frowned as there were scribbled messy handwritings on this table. I read it slowly, trying to make out every single word.

'The awesome book geeks: Ino+Sai+Sakura'

Hello, Sai.

Fuck.

Stupid, stupid headache.

Stop

. . .

Reviews make me write. I love them, especially supporting ones.

And, well, since one of my reviewers would like to adopt my story, I'll just make this clear: This story is not up for adoption. The same goes to my other stories.

The reason why I wouldn't update until next year is not because I'm facing a horrible writer's block. I just won't have time because of my upcoming exams and all the fucking deadlines.

Although, from the look of it, I'm pretty much addicted to writing this story that I update so damn fast.

I've a feeling this series would end pretty fast.

Reviews are appreciated.

MB.