A/N THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS CONTENT THAT MAY BE TRIGGERING. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION THANK YOU

Days passed by, slow and agonizing. I didn't sleep much. If I did fall asleep, nightmares plauged me until I woke up screaming.

Seiko stopped talking, at least, from what everyone was telling me.

I was staying with Tsume-Senei while Seiko was staying wither her team's captain. I hated not seeing my sister, but I wouldn't be much comfort to her right now.

"Tama, are you ready? It's time to go." Someone called through the door.

I opened the door and was met by Kiba and Toku. Both were looking at me with what I imagined was pitty.

I sighed. I wished they would stop looking at me like that.

Together we made our way to my father's wake.

Once we got there. I was surprised. Over half the village had made an appearance, donned in their black outfits.

I took my seat near the front while my friends joined the other mourners. Seiko eventually sat beside me. Her face mirrored my own. She was tired and sad. Tears were pricking her at the edges of her eyes.

Akwardly, I wrapped an arm around her as the hokage began the ceremony.

As the wake came to a close, many of the mourners came up to me and my sister. They spoke words of comfort that barely registered. I just wanted to go to bed.

The crowd finally dissipated around sunset. I hugged my sister and traveled back to my team captain's house.

I welcomed the solitude as I locked myself in my room.

I then changed into my pajamas and crawled into bed, not caring if it was still early.

A door slammed shut and I head the muffled voices of the Inuzuka family members speaking and preparing supper.

I closed my eyes and willed myself to fall asleep. I prayed the nightmares would go away.

Seiko was screaming like a mad woman. Fear crept into my mind. Where was father?

I ran to the sounds of my sister's screaming and looked into the darkened room that was my father's.

Seiko shrieked even louder as I swung the door all the way open.

My legs nearly gave out at the sight of the red and black stains that soaked the bed.

I nearly vomited at the sight of my father's body nailed to the wall.

In hysterics, I ran to his lifeless body and began trying to bring him back. Of course it did no good...

BUT I COULDN'T LOSE HIM!

Again and again I tried to treat his wounds...but it was impossible. He was gone.

I stared at my arms, covered in blood, and slowly started crying. The crying then turned to screaming...

That's when my eyes fluttered open. For a few moments, I couldn't move. Sleep paralysis gripped me while tears flowed from my eyes.

"It was just a dream, just a dream." I mumbled breathily, attempting to stop the waterworks. But it didn't do any good.

My body began shaking as the tears turned to full on sobbing.

What the bloody hell was wrong with me? I shouldn't be losing control like this.

I slapped my face, angry that I couldn't stop the breakdown that I was experiencing.

After 10 minutes passed, I was getting pissed at myself. I couldn't stop this pathetic sobbing!

"I just want to stop crying..." I thought angrily.

As I was wrapped in my thoughts, a loud 'clank' resounded.

I looked down and realized that the kunai that I kept under my pillow had fallen.

I reached down and picked it up, but kept staring at it.

Gingerly, I pricked the tip of the sharp instrument and pressed my fingertip to the point. With enough pressure, I eventually broke the skin and drew blood.

I hissed in pain and licked the wound. I noticed my sobs had slowed.

Again, I picked up my kunai. This time, I pressed it to my wrist...

I gripped it extra tight. I knew this was wrong...but, how could it be if it was HELPING me?

Without hesitating, I slid the blade across the skin of my left wrist. Blood pooled at the wound and made a pretty line.

Again and again I slid the knife across my wrist. More and more lines were forming. I could feel the tears stop flowing from my eyes. I almost felt...okay?

I eventually stopped when the aching in my wrist became unbearable. Quietly, I slipped to the bathroom and locked the door.

I then ran my crimson wrist under the sink and wrapped it up in bandages. Once that was done I ran back to the room I was sleeping in and attempted to go back to sleep.

Surprisingly, I had no nightmares...