disclaimer: the only thing i own is you (i'm kidding, calm down)


xi.

mother pt. two


Her mother threw open the curtains as sunshine filtered through the window, bathing her in warmth and memories of happiness. She tried not to cry; her mother tried not to sigh at the lumpy figure underneath a pink comforter.

"Sakura," She murmured, stepping towards her.

She could feel the eyes on her back, see the shadow that fell over her bed and she willed herself into a statue, unmoving and unfeeling. However, she crumpled into dust when she felt a soft hand touch her shoulder, gently trying to wake her.

It took everything inside her to not kill the woman.


an. i'd like to take this moment to thank everyone for the reviews–you're true fries. yes, true fries, indeed.

(and SkippingThrough, war-torn!sakura is one of my favorite Sakura's as well, especially in time-travel fics.) (i also have a thing for psychological damage and gore and pain.)

:))))