Ok fuck bold for the A/N. Soooo....sorry it's taken like forever and blahblahblah. Ok whatever this chapter may kinda suck, more focuses on Sakura. Don't know why. Who cares I'm so high right now and I just pounded this shit out right after christening my new bubbler so fuck that shit. Aight.
Jitchoo: Took me about 20 minutes to get through the novel you wrote me. Thanks, man. Or whatever. Don't actually know what that said. I get your meaning though. I'm trying not to change it up but I'm like retarded kinda. Also, this is a high post so EVERYONE TELL ME IF I SHOULD JUST DELETE THIS SHIT AND HAVE A DO OVER FOR CHAPTER TEN. That is all.
Shadowed Nightshade: I'm not one hundred percent sure if you got the memo, but they live in a mental hospital. Not much to do. Oh and they're really outdoorsy. Like REALLY FUCKING outdoorsy.
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Alright. People this is such a shit post don't even start reading this believing it will bear any semblance to a quality story. Thanks. Bye. Review. I'm stoned. I tried to get my dog high but he kept freaking out from the smoke and I didn't wanna hot box him cuz the smell would never go away. Any one have advice on how to get a dog high?
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Chapter Ten
Who the fuck does that stupid bitch think she is?! Raku fumed as she stalked through the halls, not even noticing where she was going. Hinata's weak attempts at soothing her were in vain; once the violent girl got angry, she needed to vent.
I'm sure it was just a misunderstanding, the dormant psyche began gently. She lacks self-confidence. Like all anorexics. The kind words fell on deaf ears. The furious violet-haired girl continued to move aggressively, shaking her head in anger before stopping abruptly, a flash of pink catching her eye.
"Sakura?" Raku asked as she stepped towards the pink-haired girl who had walked right past her in a daze.
The girl turned at the sound of her name, and Raku was somewhat taken aback at what she saw.
The front of Sakura's white shirt was stained red with the blood seeping from her wrist where it was clasped against her chest. Her skin was pale; ashen, almost, but her face glowed with content. Her chapped lips curved gently with a kind of peace Raku would never know, and her eyes were alive.
Raku thought that were there enough blood for it, her room mate's cheeks would be flushed with happiness.
"What the fuck?!" she cried, alarm passing from Hinata to her. She stepped forward and tugged on Sakura's arm to get a better look. A long shallow gasp ran up her arm, lethargically seeping blood. "Oh my God, are you ok?"
Bleached lips parted in a serene smile. "I guess you weren't paying attention when Kiba told you about my condition?" Her deep emerald eyes were warm with amusement. She tried to turn away, but Raku caught her and dragged her down the hall.
"Where are we going?" Sakura's voice was slurred from blood loss, but she seemed so happy. Raku just couldn't figure it out. "Please don't tell them," she pleaded, suddenly somber. "They'll make me take more medicine."
"I wont. I promise." The violet-haired patient knew exactly what type of "medicine" they administered there, and she wouldn't ever wish it on someone else. "So I guess this is your own personal demon, huh?"
"Oh, no," Sakura shook her head, emphatically, then stopped walking and laid her hand on the wall to steady herself against the dizziness that pounded through her skull. After a while they resumed walking and Raku pulled her into their bedroom as soon as they reached it. Once inside, she flipped the lock and yanked Sakura into the bathroom, locking that door, too, just for good measure.
As the silver-eyed caretaker rinsed her arm gently under the water, Sakura elaborated on her denial. "I've always felt so cold and empty, but one day I fell down, and I cut myself. I didn't even realize how bad it was until my mom started screaming, because all I could feel was…alive." She breathed the last word like it was holy, not meant for the ears of a mere mortal. "My demon sucks out my soul, and my blade brings it back, even if it is only for a little while."
After that they both fell silent, contemplating things that neither needed to share. Raku swiftly wrapped Sakura's arm in a bandage, securing it tightly.
"Listen, Sakura, I know how it is, to be empty and wanting something you can't obtain. But promise me this: you won't damage yourself too much. Please don't take it too far, to a point you can't come back from."
Sakura smiled, and placed a freezing kiss on the other girl's cheek. "I promise," she whispered, echoing her earlier words. "But you may want to think about the damage you're doing to yourself before you worry about me too much."
And with that, she quietly left the bathroom to enjoy her soul while she had it, leaving Raku and Hinata alone to consider what she had said.
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Sakura stepped from her bedroom, sporting a hoodie to hide the evidence of what she'd done to herself. She strolled down the hallway, content with the feelings coursing through her. They felt so amazing, even the pain radiating from her cut was heaven compared to the numbness she'd been suffering through for so long.
However, nothing could last forever, and Sakura's sharp cry of protest echoed around her when she felt the feelings slipping away.
"No! No! NO!" she screamed and beat her arms against the wall, hoping the pain would keep the feelings from leaving her. As she flailed helplessly, she failed to notice the lone figure traveling towards her, hands buried in its pockets, before they retracted and caught her wrists to keep her from shattering her bones.
"Sakura." The pink-haired girl stiffened as she recognized the voice. Of course he would be the one to find her like this. His statement of her name had held a question, and she knew he wanted answers. She winced when his finger tightened at her silence, then smiled when she realized she could still feel the pain.
She must have sucked in a breath or something because his hands suddenly removed themselves and she turned to find him standing there with his hands buried in the pocket of his sweatshirt. She could feel blood beginning to seep from her cut-she felt like an idiot for beating the crap out of her arm and undoing Hinata's work-and she tried to think of a way to get away from him and change the bandage.
"Oh, nothing," she said, slipping back into her emotionless self with the pain gone and her soul sucked away once again. She didn't miss the way his eyes zeroed in on the dark stain that was barely visible on her black sleeve. "I just had a lapse in judgment." With that, she turned away, only to feel him grab her arm again, right over the cut.
Sakura gasped as feelings coursed over her yet again, except sharper and more powerful. She could feel Sasuke's warm hand pressing through the fabric of her sweatshirt, thawing her frigid skin.
"Saukra, don't lie," he intoned in a voice to rival hers on her worst days. "You've been doing it again." More words than she had heard from him in a long time. He was right, of course. She'd tried to stop, to be normal, but in the end her demon had gotten the best of her.
"Sakura." The word was loaded. The pinikette turned to Sasuke and shrugged.
"We all have our crosses to bear," she said philosophically. "Now if you'll excuse me…" She wrenched her arm free of his grasp and turned away, only to feel a tight grip on it once again as he dragged her down the hall.
"What the hell?!" she screeched, squirming around, but to no avail. Her dread-she was shocked by the force of the feelings still coursing through her- multiplied as she noticed they were coming dangerously close to her least favorite place, Kakashi's office.
She hated the silver-haired psychiatrist. He always seemed to be able to look straight into her soul and remain calm and rational, even when she was desperately close to completely losing it. Their sessions together almost always ended with her shattering those goddamned snow globes he kept perched on every surface but the lounge and the floor.
When the pair reached the door with its hideous gold filigree announcing whose office it was, Sasuke wrenched the door open and shoved it inside, wiping his hand furiously on his sweats.
As Sakura turned towards him, now void of feelings, she noticed the red smears of her blood painted across his hand and pants.
"Ah, Sakura. I was under the impression that our next session was tomorrow. How filly of me to forget," he mused, but Sakura knew he was just trying to lure her into a sense of false security. The man was as sharp as her razor, which she maintained with an obsession.
"You know why I'm here," she intoned, already sinking.
"I see," the psychiatrist replied. "Well, take a seat and we can talk. Then I'll give you what you came here for. What'll it be this time, pills? Syringe?" Even as he spoke he was already pulling out his little notepad with prescription papers on it. As far as Sakura knew, this was the only way he ever treated his patients in the hospital.
At least, it was the only treatment he ever prescribed for her.
"Pills. Have the nurse bring them by later." The door was already shutting as the still-bleeding girl strode from the office, leaving a trail of red behind her.
Sakura felt a familiar hollowness in her chest as she reflected on the irony of her problems. Funny how the only things that made her "happy" were also the only things that made her sad.
SHITTY CHAPTER I DON'T NEED YOU TO TELL ME THAT. CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM IS ALWAYS NICE THOUGH.