At 7:30 A.M., Sakura recieved a voicemail on her cellphone from her mother.
At 11:00 A.M., when she was waking up in the arms of Sasuke, she had twenty voicemails that has still yet to be read. They all said the just about the same thing. "Sakura, your father is in surgury. I'll be at the hospital all week to keep an eye on him. I've thought over you staying at the Uchiha boy's house...and, well, I'd feel more comfortable with the situation if Naruto was there to watch over you. I know it's not my call, but please consider it. I'm just worried about you."
Sure, it seemed reasonable, but who wanted to waste a week with your old love in favor of babysitting two teenage boys. The rosette quietly sighed, typed in a quick text to her mother, and readjusted herself to rest her pink mop of hair on Sasuke's elbow. Hesitantly, she raised her hand and stroked the edge of his jaw bone. As another sigh escaped her lips, the young cutter placed his arms around her waist and drifted off.
"Naruto on a mission. going bck to bed. ily."
Sasuke's eyes popped open once sleep overwhelmed his teammate. Sakura lied? His arms tightened around the pink haired beauty involuntarily. Surely, he shouldn't look into this. It couldn't mean she only wanted to be with him. There was the whole, "I love you" thing that happened last night, but she was half asleep. Of course she didn't realize she said it. She probably never even meant it.
Yeah.
"Sakura-aaaaah. You're never going to earn his love, you know." A voice called out to the sleeping girl. "You aren't good enough. And who says you ever will be? Hopeless."
The sound of dripping water was becoming intolerable. A metallic taste in the back of her throat was peeling up from inside her stomach and made her knees go weak.
"You're a deranged girl to even begin to believe that he want's to be near you. Who could love a cutter like you?" It mocked her.
With a mouth sewn shut, Sakura couldn't even scream out her sorrows.
It was right, and there was nothing she could do but weep.
At 11:24, Sakura crawled out of the bed.
Quietly going over to her backpack, she pulled out a senbon and snuck into the bathroom. Shifting onto the floor, she leaned her head against the side of the cool granite counter and began to cry. If the dreams were back, it wouldn't be long until the bad voices came also. Sasuke could never love her now.
The young girl dragged the tip of the senbon across her wrist once. It was not enough to break the skin, but enough to turn it red againt the pale flesh and the pink scars.
Sasuke didn't love her. No one could, she thought. I'm too messed up. Who could love someone so unstable? Another scratch on the red line.
The voice in her dream knew she was pathetic and a lost cause. Why couldn't she be smart enough to figure it, whatever this was, out herself? Why did no one see that she could be saved?
With no one there to catch you in their arms,
Do you feel cold and lost in desperation?
One more scrape of the sharp needle would be enough to break the skin. Sakura placed the weapon into her mouth and chewed it shoughtfully as she examined her self inflicted wound. Nothing over two millimeters deep, barely a flesh would. The stress of the dream off her shoulders, the kunoichi put away the needle. That's really all she needed right now.
A small trail of blood dripped down her palm as the kunoichi looked up. Sasuke was standing in the doorway of the medium sized bathroom they were sitting in. "Why?" was the first word out of his mouth, then "Sit on the bed."
As the Uchiha got out disenfectent and cotton balls, Sakura remembered the day the pair met Naruto. Sasuke sprayed ointment onto the cotton ball and she remembered getting lost in the woods. He gently rubbed away her physical manifestation of emotional pain as his love remembered what it was like to be a kid. The boy who she remembers causing the most horrible would of all is healing her.
"It was because I had a nightmare," Sakura croaked. "I dreamt that..that 10 years ago, you were disgusted by me. And that now is just, I don't know, pity." Her cheek flinched as he rubbed the ointment on her wrist. "Am I hopeless to you?" Bubble gum pink tresses that looked all too cheery for such a sad girl fell in front of her face to hide the tear in her eye. As much as Sasuke would never admit he pitied her, he knew in his heart he did. She deserved to be happy after everything she'd gone through.
"Sakura." A feather light hand lightly brushed her own pale one sitting in her lap. Small circles over the back of her hand sent tingles down her spine. "You were never hopeless, and I'll take care of you until even you can see that." She wasn't hopeless, the rosette only hoped less. He'd change that.
Sob after sob escaped her mouth relentlessly until Sakura grabbed her childhood crush's hand. Emerald met Obsideon eyes until she spoke. "You'll save me, won't you?"
Wrapping an arm around her back, the young Uchiha hugged her in a small embrace. "Always."
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
1) I love it when you guys review. It sends happiness into my skull.
2)I'm sorry for not updating recently, but I've been busy. No, not with my dad in the hospital or something productive. I've been playing Rockband. :D
3)I hate this chapter just because it comes out so cheesy with so much freaking fluff. I really wanted a serious moment, but maybe next chapter.
4) K, time for bed. GNIGHT :3
5)Oh yeah, I was drinking some Gin earlier, so any spelling errors, blame it on the A-A-A-A-A-A-ALCOHAL. (EDITED!)
6)REVIEW FOR LOVE. Same contest from last chapter continues onto here, since I still dont have 15 reviews. -_-
