Sakura sat on her knees in her bathroom floor. Her short pink bangs covered her face as she looked down ashamed at what she was about to do. She couldn't take it anymore though. She needed to get out. She needed to escape this hell hole called reality. She took out a pocket knife and looked at it for many minutes. It was silver, smooth, and shiny. Sakura knew what to do with it and knew it was the only way to make the pain stop and the unwanted thoughts go away. It would solve her problems in so many ways and as she thought this she brought the knife up to her cheek. She wiped away the last tear that would ever fall from her out pouring eyes with the cold sharp tip of the knife. It left a scratch and blood trickled down Sakura's cheek. She smiled sadly. The metallic taste of her own blood was delicious compared to the salty wetness of her used up tears.
The lights in her bathroom started to flicker but Sakura paid no mind to it. She was only obsessed with the freedom this knife could give her. Sakura brought the knife down once more but stopped and held the knife right over her left arm. She turned her arm so that her palm faced upward and remembered her reasoning. She let all the pain and hidden thoughts come freely to her as she sat in her shadowy bathroom. She let herself feel everything at once and then brought the knife down upon her wrist. She dragged its cold ruthless tip up her arm and only stopped at the elbow. She felt her arm soak itself in her own blood and for once young eight year old Sakura's mind wasn't spinning with evil thoughts. She felt dizzy and couldn't think at all and now young Sakura Haruno was happy even as she fainted in the darkness; even as she lies content in a puddle of her own scarlet blood.