Shattered Glass

"Don't worry Kinomoto-san, you should be out in a few months." A young doctor told the young auburn-haired girl in her dim lit room. He left her there to herself.

On the door of her room was an information list for the doctors. It read:

Name: Sakura Kinomoto

Age: 18

Room: 321

Doctor/Nurse: Li Syaoran/ Daidouji Tomoyo

Info: Suicidal attempts. Under Intensive care

Patient Number: 99

This was the most prestigious institute for people with problems that needed to be aided by therapists and doctors. This was Okamoto Institute, best institute in all of Japan.

The young girl sat in her bed. Her emerald eyes lay upon the scars on her wrists. Horizontal, Diagonal, Vertical, and scars of many shaps resided there. Her eyes were lifeless and uncaring. She looked at the glass of water next to her and her eyes then darted towards the camera in the corner of her room. Monitored like some sort of criminal. All she wanted was peace.

Her father Fujitaka Kinomoto ran the business offices for the Institute. He came and visited as often as possible. Even her brother came after his college classes to visit her and give her some comfort. But the only person she now talked more than a few words to was her doctor, Li Syaoran.

Upon her arrival to the Institute all her other doctors couldn't make contact with her. Finally when Syaoran came to work here he began talking to her. He was handsome she had to admit but she still didn't quite open up to him. Her nurse Daidouji Tomoyo was sweet but she was always too busy to talk to Sakura.

Her thoughts kicked in again and she grabbed the glass of water smashing it to the floor. She picked up shards and started digging them into her scarred arms. Physical pain was nothing to her anymore. She just wanted to die. Crimson liquid spilled from the gashes and dripped onto the floor.

Her door swung open as her frantic doctor flew in and pulled her up. "KINOMOTO!" He shouted as he pulled her up and away from the shards. Tomoyo jogged in with her clipboard. "Tomoyo sweep the shards up and throw them out somewhere away from here. Also, tell head nurse and doctor that I will not be attending to the rest of my patients for the next day or so. Patient 99 is under suicide watch again." He instructed her.

She nodded quickly and swept the shards up and then ran out the door again, closing it behind her.

Syaoran pulled the struggling girl to the bathroom. He closed the sliding door and then gripped her upper arms and stuck her wrists under the warm running water that he started. "Honestly Kinomoto." He said softly as he pulled her arms out and then opened the cabinet for antiseptic and bandages.

Sakura sat on the seat of the toilet as he rummaged around. He then kneeled in front of her and began plucking the shards out of her arms. She didn't flinch once when he did that. It was only when he applied to alcohol to her arm did she scream. He ignored it as he bandaged her arms. She cried softly.

"Kinomoto…if you keep doing this, you'll be here longer." He said as he rubbed her wrists softly in a comforting manner. She cried still. Tears stained her cheeks as she did. Syaoran hated when women cried, especially beautiful ones. Yes, Kinomoto had to be the most beautiful girl he had ever met. She was just misunderstood. He wanted to show her that she could really live happily but he wasn't sure how.

He slid open the bathroom door and led her back to the bed. He pulled back the fresh covers and waited for her to climb in. As she did he frowned at her bandages. Scars stay forever, why did she want to die so badly? Her father was more than loving towards her and even her brother was seemingly caring enough. Where did her life go wrong?

Sakura spoke "Don't you have work to do?" She whispered coldly.

He shook his head. "Daidouji-san is taking care of it." He smiled and pulled a chair up to the side of her bed. She sighed.

"Sakura…why is it that you don't want to live? Living is such a gift, why throw it away when you only get it once?" He smiled softly at her and put a warm hand on her small cold one.

She looked away. "Because life isn't worth living without the one you loved most." She said softly.

That was sort of an introduction to the story. Hope it was decent, I'm sick and like super out of it but I felt like writing. I promise my next chapters will be much longer and much more in detail.

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