A/N: DO NOT KILL ME! I honestly didn't think anyone liked this story so I found a way to wrap it up but I was shocked when I got three reviews that were asking me to continue this so I edited the ending and the show will go on. I want to specifically thank MizukiXSuzumiya whose review just stunned me. I didn't think people would get emotionally invested in this story. And please don't stop loving apple pie, that stuff is amazing! So thank you guys and this is no longer the end!
That night when we came back from the gym I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I was living with Gaara. He had dropped me off next the elevator before telling me to meet him at the apartment and heading out to park the car. I, being the impatient idiot I was, jiggled the doorknob when I got there and received the shock of a lifetime when the door swung open. My heartbeat picked up and I became fearful of what I would find inside. I knew I should wait for Gaara, that thought registered in the back of my mind, but somehow the idea never fully occurred to all of my brain because I poked the door open and walked in. I was horrified to see everything ransacked.
Dishes were smashed and the bits were scattered across the floor. Pots and pans had been tossed around carelessly and lay at random places around the room. The couch was overturned and the safe had been kicked to the side. To complete the picture the bookcase was on the ground with books spilled everywhere. The weapons! Was my first thought at the sight of the bookcase and I suddenly realized the thief could have taken Gaara's guns and knives.
I then realized I hadn't even seen the rest of the apartment. I bolted towards the bedroom to find the mattress overturned along with all the sheets spilled across the floor. The dingy nightstand's drawers had been ripped out and lie on the floor with their contents spilled around them. The small closet's sliding doors were off their hinges and lay against the bed frame. Clothes, as few as there were, were haphazardly placed around the room making it seem the thief had gone into and just thrown clothes backwards from the closet.
Finally I moved to the bathroom. I focused on the medicine cabinet to find that everything in it had been yanked out and thrown into the sink, some of it sliding all the way over to the toilet. When I heard movement my heard jumped and I looked from the toilet to the shower to see the shadow of a figure standing there. I let out a scream, my voice ripping through the small apartment. The figure, deciding their cover was blown, threw back the shower curtain and leapt at me leaving me only seconds to realize it was my father and he had a knife. The kitchen knife.
"C'mere bitch! I'm going to turn you into a decoration just like your mother! You thought you'd get away but you'll never escape me! You hear me? Never!" I screamed again, praying Gaara would hurry up. Over and over again his name raced through my head as I struggled with my father. We rolled around on the bathroom floor, taking turns slamming into the wall of sink as we fought for control of the knife. At one point he gained the upper hand and I had to dodge as the knife came down towards my face, digging into the tile where I'd been seconds before.
He let out an animalistic screech of fury and his movement sped up. I managed to dart out from under him when he pulled back for a hard swing and I pushed myself to my feet on wobbly legs. I stumbled as quickly as I could towards the front door but halfway there he tackled from behind. I was thrown to the floor, smacking my face against the hard floor and landing my body in dishes shards. My vision momentarily blurred but the adrenaline rushing though my veins forced me to turn over and grab his arm before he stabbed the knife into the back of my head. I brought up a knee quickly into his groin and he grunted in pain. I crawled backwards away from him, hysteria setting in as I began to sob loudly with wheezing breaths.
He came at me again and my strength abandoned me in the moment I needed it most. He was so close when Gaara came to my mind and I felt stronger, knowing I somehow had to survive. I swung my right leg up and it collided with his face sending him sideways into the kitchen island. I screamed again, the hysterics still coming on strong. That was when my savior showed up, the door swinging open to reveal Gaara standing there with a horrified expression. He immediately bolted towards the bookcase and my father must have realized his time was running short because he moved towards me again. Gaara lifted the bookcase and ripped out the handgun as my father closed in. He cocked the gun and pulled the trigger just as my father dove for me.
All fell silent after that and all I could focus on was the unmoving weight laying on me. I shoved my father's body off me, getting some of the blood running from his chest on my hands in the process. I let out a shrill screech, letting hysteria take over because the immediate danger had passed. Gaara quickly moved to her side, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her to his chest. She grabbed handfuls of his shirt in her hands, continuing to screech and cry.
~.Seven~.Months~.Later~.
Gaara smiled as he pulled into his parking space. He was extremely please with himself since he had finally gotten Sakura to go talk to a therapist about everything she had endured. She had probably gotten home from her appointment about twenty minutes before and he had stopped on his way home to pick up her recently discovered favorite dessert, apple pie. While nothing overly romantic had happened between them in the past months of their living together, they shared a bond that could not have been severed.
More than once he had asked the stubborn pinkette to marry him, but she would always reply with, "Not yet. I need to know you really want to spend the rest of your life with me." He had tried to convince her that he did in words, but she claimed only in time together could he prove to her she wasn't just a fling. He'd never heard of a seven month fling, but Sakura was Sakura and there was just no arguing with her.
As he unlocked their apartment door, saying their about anything always gave him a giddy feeling though he would never admit it, he called out to Sakura, "I'm home." When he got no reply he figured she was sleeping and after depositing the pie on the counter he entered their bedroom to find is worst nightmare. There, lying on the bed with a hole in her chest, gun in hand, and chest not rising was Sakura. He raced over to her and his eyes caught sight of a folded piece of paper.
Thinking it was some kind of note maybe explaining that it was all a joke he lunged for it and snatched it up. It was the closest thing to a suicide note he was probably going to find.
A prescription for lithium.
He fumbled with pulling his cell phone from his pocket before dialing 911. He held the phone between his shoulder and his ear as he began trying to revive Sakura. "Hello? Yes I need an ambulance at the Pines Apartment building...No you guys need to come I don't want to move her, room number 27...suicide attempt, she shot herself...okay." Gaara hung up and continued trying to save her. The calm collected attitude he had on the phone had disappeared as he burst into tears, the water streaming down his face. "You aren't going to leave me here alone. I won't let you."