Shattered Glass
{Timeskip}
It had been two months since I had been admitted to the hospital. Rin-sensei was very understanding and promised to teach me medical ninjutsu if I beat anorexia, and I've made enough progress that they allowed me to come home. Kaa-San and Ino-chan visited of course, but it wasn't exactly the same as being at home. The smell of antiseptic was something I was sick of, and I wanted to see something other than white.
"Hello Sakura-chan! How are you feeling today?" Rin inquired.
"I'm feeling great!" I said, bouncing up and down.
"Exited to go home, much?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Uh-huh! Besides I'll only miss you at the hospital, and I'll get to see you again!" Two months of therapy and I understood that Tou-, no, Haruno-San leaving wasn't my fault-it was his. Besides, Rin told me that it wasn't good to be starving my body of nutrients if I wanted to become a good ninja. I still found myself drowning occasionally, in the thought that everything was my fault. It suffocated me, on days when no one visited, enforced the thought that I was a worthless piece of trash. But those days, I just sat and breathed through them, read books, blocking out those thoughts with human anatomy and cell reproduction, poisons and antidotes. It worked, sometimes anyway. Rin smiled and me and ruffled my hair, shaking me out of my depressing thoughts.
"Well, I just signed the release paperwork, and you're free to go!" I squealed and threw my arms around Rin's back.
"Thank you, Rin-neesan!" Blushing furiously, I quickly ran out of the hospital into the great outdoors. I was surprised at my own daring to call Rin-sensei that. Slowing my run to a slow walk as I reached my neighborhood, I took in deep breathes through my nose, the aroma of Yuki's flowers reaching me. Freesia, roses, and lilies. I smiled at the picture they made, and picked up my pace to a run.
{Timeskip}
I opened the door quietly, hoping to surprise my mom with my return from home.
"Kaa-San!" I expected a shout of excitement and her to rush to the landing. Instead, all I hear is a strange, strange creaking noise. It scares me, and my instincts tell me something is majorly wrong. I walk into the living room, finding shards of sake bottles dripping in blood. There is an envelope on the table. Numb, I pick it up and hope to god it isn't what I think it is. Addressed to me in sticky, metallic-smelling red paint is my name in elegant kanji. I rip the envelope open.
Sakura, I hope you forgive me. I'm sorry baby girl, I didn't think this would happen. Don't forget to brush your teeth, stay away from men and alcohol. This world is too harsh, and I am too much of a coward to live any longer.
I'm so sorry, my little cherry blossom.'
The letter I am clenching in my hands drops, and I watch it flutter to the ground, numb. As it hits the ground, I start running through the rooms.
"Kaa-San! Kaa-San! Please, stop it, this isn't funny!" I stop short in her bedroom. Swinging from side to side is my mother, with cuts on her wrists and a smile on her face. I could not breathe.
'OhgodOhgodOhgod,pleasepleaseplease,nothernother,anyoneelse,pleasepleasepleaseplease'
Hanging from a rope, swinging eerily is my mother.
I scream. Loudly.
Okay, my dear readers, it is now up to you to decide if I continue or not. If I get five responses telling me to continue, then yes, I will. But I will not write another chapter until that happens. (Yes, I am bribing you to review my story. Deal with it.)