School went by quickly today. Time always moved quickly on Thursdays, until 4 '0 clock; then it moved agonizingly slow.4 '0 clock was when I got to my therapy session. I hate therapy.

"How was school today?" my therapist, Temari, asked.

"Fine." I murmured. I looked at the clock, but it was only 4:06. 54 minutes to go.

"Any nightmares lately?"

"…Yeah, a lot." I used to lie about the things she asked me. But then I realized there was really no point. Tsunade was paying for this, so why waste her money?

"Still about your family?"

"I had one about Hinata."

"What happened to Hinata?"

I paused, attempting to gather my thoughts. Poor, little, innocent Hinata. How could anything bad ever happen to her? She was simply too perfect.

"…It was…strange. Hinata is like, completely in love with Naruto-"

"Your best friend Naruto?" Temari interrupted.

"Yeah," I continued, a bit frustrated by the interruption. "But Naruto turned into the horrible, red, fox-like, monster…he attacked her…he…he killed her…" I was stuttering a bit. "But Naruto would never do anything like that…"

"Well, it was just a dream, Sakura…" Temari said in an attempt at a soothing voice. But nothing could soothe me.

"I know that." I said, giving a dark laugh. I glanced at the clock again. 4:26. Not even half over.

"Have you hurt yourself again, Sakura?" Temari asked, trying not to grimace. I didn't look at her. I drew my arms in closer to my body, and pulled my long sleeves over my fingers. "Sakura." she said sternly. "Let me see." she said, softening her voice. I looked at her before hiking my sleeves up to my elbows, revealing angry, red, slash marks across my pale wrists.

"This morning." I said quietly, answering her unasked question. "Please don't tell Tsunade." I begged, "I won't do it again.

"You know I have to." she said somberly. I looked at the clock. 4:49. 11 minutes. Almost there. "Stop looking at the clock." she paused. "I'm going to give you my personal number. If you need to talk, you call me." she said earnestly.

"Okay." I said, looking at my hands. I heard the rustling of paper as she looked for a loose sheet to write her number on. I heard the scratch of her pen on the paper.

"Here's my number." she said, holding out the wrinkled paper. I took it, only then realizing my sleeves were still revealing my arms. I hurriedly pushed them down.

"Thanks." I mumbled. 4:59. "Can I leave now?"

"I guess so. I'll see you next week." she said with a deep sigh, but I was already out the door.

"Hinata?" I said into my Bluetooth, both hands on the steering wheel.

"Hey, Sakura-Chan." she said in her soft, melodic tone.

"Mall?"

"Sure. Want me to invite Ten-Chan and Ino-Chan?"

"It doesn't matter. Meet you in half an hour."

I met the girls in the food court by Cinnabon, where Hinata's sweet soul had already bought my a cinnabon.

"Bless your soul, Hina-Chan." I said dramatically as she handed me the cinnabon. "You're truly an angel sent from above."

"Yeah. I know." she replied, smiling.

"Where do you guys wanna go first?" I asked, biting into my little piece of heaven.

"Hmm…how about Deb? I need some new pretty dresses." Ino said, flipping her blonde hair.

"Sounds fine to me." Tenten said.

"Me t-too." Hinata said.

"Gotcha. Let's go," I said through a mouth full of food. "Can I get a drink first?"

"Go for it. We'll wait over here." Ino said, sitting at a table. I walked to the nearest counter, McDonalds, and saw a familiar head of messy, brown, hair.

"Hey, Pink." Kiba said. "so, I ended up buying chicken parmesan pizza yesterday. You've turned me." he accused.

"It's a gift." I bragged with a victorious smirk. "New job?" I stated, more than asked.

"you know it. What can I get ya, Babe?"

"Medium diet coke, please." I answered.

"Got it." he turned around to make my order but continued talking. "Do you wanna hang out tomorrow or something?" Tomorrow? That was when I was tutoring Sasuke.

"I would, but I've got a tutoring session. Saturday okay though?" I asked.

"Yeah. Sure. You getting tutored?" he handed my drink.

"Doing the tutoring. But I gotta go now, my girls are waiting. See you at school tomorrow!" I waved, walking back toward my friends.

"Later, Pink."

Oh, the dresses. Ino bought 17 dresses. Seven-fucking-teen. And that was just for herself. Anytime we tried on a dress, but didn't get it, she bought it for us. She swore up and down that we'd regret it later and she'd be our saving grace.

Dresses weren't all she bought. The amount of jewelry and shoes she bought deemed to be endless. The girl could shop. It was only 7 by the time I got home, but I was exhausted. I still had all my homework to do, which only took me about 45 minutes. I hadn't even realized I was hungry until after I was done and my stomach growled. It was when I was venturing into the kitchen to get a PB & J when the story really begins. My phone went off. Beep.

I saw your family yesterday. Sat with your parents for hours.

It wasn't a number I recognized. Even though I thought it was a wrong number, the though of my parents still made my stomach lurch.

I think you have the wrong number. Sorry.

Done. Over. The end. That's what I thought. I was wrong. Beep.

No I don't, Sakura-Chan.

This isn't funny. Who is this?

I was starting to get scared. Panicky. I wasn't calm. I was terrified. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my-Beep-God.

Oh, Sakura-Chan. You're so funny. Forgetful little thing. So cute. This will be such a nice story to share with your parents.

"Tsunade-Sama!" I cried, already running down the hallway toward her office. I slipped, falling to my knees before her door. I pushed it open and barged into her office. "Tsunade-Sama!" I gasped. I showed her my phone, and proceeded to wipe my fear induced tears as she took it from me. I was trembling.

"Oh my God…" she mumbled after looking through the messages. Beep. Another one. Judging by the look on her face, I didn't want to read it. She pushed a few buttons on my phone, deleting the messages most likely. She opened the laptop on her desk, and after a few minutes, she handed me back my phone saying: "I blocked the number. If you get any messages from a number you don't know, show me first. Don't read it. Okay?"

"Mhm. Arigatou, Tsunade-Sama." I replied shakily.

"Do you need to see your therapist?" She asked, concern flooding her face.

"No, I'm going to go see Ino if that's alright…" I ended in a whisper.

"Of course, Dear. Try to be home by 10 if you can." she said as I closed the door, muttering an inaudible answer.

I didn't call, but I ran the 6 blocks to Ino's house barefoot, in shorts and an old hoodie of Naruto's. By the time I reached her house, I had tears streaming down my face, and when Ino answered the door, I flung myself into her arms and poured my heart out to her. Her father, Inoichi, ended up calling Tsunade and informing her I'd be spending the night. After telling Ino everything that happened, I fell sleep next to her in the bed, with her stroking my hair, telling me how brave I was, how strong I was, and how everything was going to be okay.

The next morning, I borrowed some of Ino's clothes, and makeup, consisting of a shirt with a muffin saying "AH MUNNA EAT CHOO!" a pair of purple skinny jeans, and a black pair of converses. My hair was brushed, my makeup was on, it was a new day, and everything was fine. Tenten picked us up, momentarily stopping by my house to get my things, and no one mentioned what happened, even though I was sure they knew. Ino probably told them.

In first period, I took my place next to Tenten, and we were waiting for Kakashi Sensei to show up, when Sasuke walked up to me, looked slightly concerned.

"Haruno-San, are you alright? You, um, you look kinda pale…" he asked. Well, that was a nice way of saying I look like shit.

"I'm fine Uchiha-San, Arigatou." I tried to sound cheerful.

"Alright…um, are we still on for today?" Shit, I'd completely forgotten.

"Good thing you reminded me, I almost forgot. But yes, most definitely."

"Okay. I'll meet you by the front entrance after school. Thanks for doing this."

"No problem. I'll see you then." I replied as he walked back toward his seat.

"What are you doing with Sasuke?" Tenten asked. "Is this part of Ino's master plan?"

"I'm tutoring him in math, Ten-Chan." I said, blushing.

"Sure it's not chemistry?" she teased.

"Tenten!"

"Maybe you could be the protein, and he could be the DNA helicase, and he could unzip your genes." she said, laughing hysterically.

"Ten-Chan quit it!" I said, burying my face in my book.

"No, Ten-Chan, continue. I would love to hear more of your studying, I mean, that is what you're doing, correct?" said a familiar voice, I froze, and proceeded to look over my shoulder.

"O-of course, Kakashi Sensei!" Tenten replied, a blush spreading across her face.

He paused, smirking through his mask. "Let's stick to literature, ladies." And he began his lecture.