disclaimer: i don't own naruto. or hollywood undead. or anything else that looks like I might own it. so don't think i do. cuz i don't. yeah.
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Sakura smiled to herself when she saw (and heard) Gaara's black Jeep pulled into the old, abandoned parking lot. She hadn't been waiting long, and she really wasn't in the mood to reminince – so she was glad he came a few minutes early, as had she.
He got out of the car and walked over, looking the same as she had seen him four long months ago: Blood red hair still messy, thick black eyeliner (or what everybody assumed was eye liner) surrounding his turquoise eyes, black skinny jeans and some random tight band shirt. Today it was Hollywood Undead. But she could also see the effect his pill-popping tendancies had on him: The looking behind his back every so often, the scratching of his arm. But she knew he only did one drug, and she didn't plan to do that.
"Yo." That was his simple greeting, and from this one word she could tell he'd missed her. She gave him a warm hug, and he froze up. Sakura pulled away and laughed slightly.
"Hello to you too, Gaara."
They mindlessly chatted for a few minutes, about how they were, how school has been, how each other's friends were. But soon enough, it got serious.
"Alright, Haruno. Hand over my cash." He held out his hand expectantly, and she procceded to put a twenty dollar bill in his hand. He smirked slightly, and pulled out from his pocket a small case.
"Take these dry, all at the same time. It should do what you want them to for long enough." He was being vague, out of paranoia she knew, but Sakura understood what she needed to do none the less. Thank you's and goodbye's were exchanged, and then they were both on there seperate ways. Gaara got into his Jeep and Sakura her old red Cadillac, and they both drove off.
As soon as she got through the door, Sakura went straight up to her room with the tinytinytiny pill case. She sat on her purple bed and opened it gently. She smiled when she saw there were actually four pills in the case, with a note that said:
Haruno,
There are four pills in here. I know you only paid for two and I was supposed to only give you one extra, but given the fact that you turned to alcohol (Sakura wasn't even going to ask how he knew. He just knew everything.) I thought I'd be nice for once and throw in two extras. Anyways, take a pair when you want, and then save the other pair for another day. That's what I do and that's what works for me.
The note wasn't signed, typical Gaara, but Sakura smiled anyway. So the boy still had a soft spot for her, eh? Nice to know... (stop stalling. take the pills! i know you want them.)
Sakura took two of the capsules in her hand, opened her mouth almost mechanically, and carefully placed them on her tongue, only to swallow them seconds later. And then she waited.
Fortuntaly she didn't have to wait long, because soon she could feel her entire body just... At first, everything was just numb. But then, as the minutes passed, she felt better than she had her entire life – better than drinking made her feel. In her high state, she smiled to herself. She had found another way to escape.
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be my escape
chapter deux
and boom goes the bomb (but i don't feel it)
by somebodyspecialx
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Then her phone rang, an hour later.
"Hello?" She had two guesses who it was, and she prayed to God that it wasn't her first guess. Though Sakura did a great job of keeping the fear out of her voice, he would notice. Somehow, he always did.
There was a chuckle and Sakura wanted to die.
"Sakura-chan, is that anyway to great your father?"
"N-no... Sorry, daddy. How are you?" She wanted to run. To hide. To get away. To escape. She knew what was coming tonight because of the careless mistake of not looking at the caller ID. (how could you? you idiot girl, look what you've done now!)
"I'm alright, Sakura-chan. But tonight I'll be even better. Can you make yourself dinner? I'm going to be a bit later then usual." His voice sounded all high and mighty, and Sakura hated that. He sounded like he ruled the world. If people though Naruto or Sasuke's hollier-than-thou attitudes were bad, nothing could compare to her father.
"Y-yeah... Of course I can, daddy. I'll be waiting on the couch, like always, right?"
"Exactly right, Sakura-chan. And by the way?"
"Yes?"
"Next time you answer the phone, don't sound so scared. I'll teach you a, uh, lesson tonight." Click.
Sakura fell to the floor once the line went dead. She had a plan, of course. Actually, she had three plans. Option one was take it like always, and spend all of Sunday trying to make herself look presentable for school (what will that do? nothing will be different sakura honey). Option two was take the other two pills right before he came home, so she wouldn't feel the pain (that's how we do it, baby). Option three was just annaprochable. Inconcievable. She could never, ever pull off anything like Option three. So Option two it was.
(you stupid girl, now look what you've done, you're going to get it tonight -)
The voice was cut out by the phone ringing, again. This time Sakura looked at the caller ID and saw that it wasn't her father. But it was just as bad – Sasuke.
"Hello?"
"Sakura. I see that you're not drunk."
"That's not a nice way to greet someone on the phone, Sasuke-kun. It's very rude."
(this conversation just doesn't seem like a good idea. this conversation is a trap. hang up, hang up, hang-)
"Hn. So, I've decided I'm coming over."
(told you so)
"What? WHY! For how long? When? Sasuke-kun, that's not a good--"
"Calm the fuck down, Sakura. I just want to make sure you're not drinking."
"Oh. Well. I'm not. Don't come over. Cause, um, you can't."
"Why?" His simple question made her want to tell Sasuke everything, but she couldn't. She had to get off the phone because it was seriously messing with her brain. When had she ever wanted to tell Sasuke what goes on over here? That'd just be stupid.
(you've always wanted to, sakura dear. you've always wanted sasuke to be your knight in shining armor and save you from the evil clutches of that man. silly sakura)
She gulped. She knew that her mother's voice was right, as much as she didn't want to say it. Her mother always knew her best, though.
"Sorry, Sasuke-kun, you can't come over today. Maybe after school Monday, kay? But I got to go. Talk to you tomorrow?"
She heard him sigh heavily. People were doing that a lot around her these days. "Yeah, fine, whatever." Click.
People also needed to learn how to say goodbye on the phone before hanging up, apparently. Sakura sighed in dismay. She had pissed off her best friend, and a guy she wasn't sure how she felt about anymore. "Could this day get any worse?"
(famous last words, honey. famous. last. words.)
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Apparently, the day could get worse, because before she even had a chance to down the last two white pills... Her father came home.
(he lied to you, sakura dear; he was coming home early)
Sakura hated it when he did something like this; it only meant that a worse beating was coming.
"Sakura-chan, get down here. Daddy's got something special planned tonight, okay?" His voice was filled with lust and Sakura wanted to puke. How her mother every wanted to be with someone as disgusting as this man was beyond her. But she had no choice but to shakily walk down the stairs to see what he had in store for her tonight.
When she got down the stairs, she saw him grinning cruelly her way. She really wondered what she had done in a past life to deserve all of this beating. Then again, she was a terrible daughter – too fat, too ugly, too stupid, too innocent, too nieve, too everything bad. Maybe if she wasn't such a screw up, she mused, her father wouldn't be so cruel.
"Sakura-chan, I've been waiting. Come to Daddy..." He trailed off, and he opened his arms wide, waiting for his pinkette daughter to walk into them. It was times like this that Sakura wished she was never even born.
Hours later, putting the clock at eleven thirty that night, Sakura stumbled quietly into her room. The night's events had been particularly bad, worse then usually. She wondered why that was, but was too beat up to think about it. The sexual and physical torture he had put her through tonight was awful, and she felt so violated and dirty now. She shivered, and decided that she needed a shower. An ice, cold, shower.
She tried not to think about what had happened to her, but her mind kept coming back to it. He had teased her, slapped her, bit her, raped her, groped her, kicked her... She was sure she must have some form of internal damage. She didn't even want to think about that.
(take the other two pills. get away from this world, sakura. you need to)
She knew her mother's words were right, as they always were. She stepped out of the shower, hurridly put on sweatpants and an over sized t-shirt, and scurried to her room where the pills where. Though she was trembling, Sakura swallowed the remaining pills with ease. Knowing that Advil or Asprin were brand names of the pill, she pulled out her bottle of Advil and quickly popped four or five in.
Knowing that cough syrup had something in it that would help with this, she searched her room for a bottle. It took her five minutes, but she found one and slowly drank a bit of it. The pinkette scrunched up her nose with disgust for the taste, but that was long forgotten when she got what she needed.
She smiled dreamily, and laughed a bit when the high came on. "I need to remember to ask Gaara what else works – this is great!" Her voice sounded so slurred and awkward, even to her.
"I wonder what Sasuke-kun would think if he knew..."
Speak of the devil and the devil will call you, because that's what happened to Sakura. She heard her phone go off, with her special ringtone for her raven-haired friend ("I hear you breathing, on the line. Oh baby girl, I'm not your type...") she let it ring for a moment to listen to She Makes Dirty Words Sound Pretty, seeing as it was one of her favorite songs, but than answered.
(why did you answer the phone, sakura? he's going to notice that you're not... normal)
"Why, hell-oh there, Sasuke-koooooon. How are you on this lovely evening?" She giggled a bit at her words, while playing with the phone charm on her phone. Sasuke and Naruto both had matching ones, as well, and she giggled again at the memory.
Unfortunatly for her, Sasuke grunted, meaning he picked up on the fact that she had done something to make her loopy. "Sakura." The name came out forcefully, and definitily angry sounding. "What did I tell you about drinking?"
"But Sasuke-kun, I haven't been drinking! I've been escaping!"
She heard him sigh on the line, and she could imagine him running a hand through his perfect, silky blue-black hair. She smiled at how amazing he always looked when he did that.
"Sakura, what the fuck did you take?"
She grinned, though Sasuke obviously couldn't see the action over the phone. "Well, let's see... I got these pretty looking white pills from Gaara, and I just had two of those... Umm... Four or five or six Advil... I think it was Advil. Was it Advil? Yeah, I think it was... Oh! I also had some cough syrup. And... I think that would be it."
As soon as the younger Uchiha took a breath to yell at her, she stopped him. "No, no, Sasuke-kun! Don't worry about me, I'm fiiiiiine." She let the word slide out of her mouth, eggsaterating it to demenstrate her point. "Hell, I haven't felt this good in years!" Sasuke noticed she said that about a lot of things, especially when she got to 'escape', as she so called it. He really wished that she could find a less harmful way to do so, but he wasn't about to tell her that.
"This isn't okay." Though saying that was okay. He wasn't crossing the line between concern for a friend and caring about a loved one yet. They both knew (even Sakura, though she was high) that they couldn't cross that line. The friendship line had to stay, well, as a friendship. Though Sakura had once been in love with the Uchiha, to his knowledge she had gotten over him, as he had gotten over his secretly harbored feelings for her. Or so they thought.
"But it is, Sasuke-kun! I love this! But don't worry, I won't come to school like this. I think people would notice it if I did..." The girl could barely complete a sentance without a small giggle. The mix between happiness and numbness was new to her, and she didn't exactly know how to react.
Sasuke, of course, didn't believe her, but at this point, didn't know what to do. So he did the only thing a cold hearted, uncaring Uchiha would do – he hung up the phone. Sakura shed a few tears when she pressed the end button on her own phone, but then went back to smiling goofily.
She liked escaping.
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Sunday passed quickly for Sakura. He father went to work, leaving her alone, and she did her homework. She texted Gaara, asking him to bring in more of the "pretty looking white pills", and he agreed. After all, even though their affair ended on a bad note, he still had feelings for the awkward girl. But of course, he would never admit that he ever did have feelings, let alone still have them.
The next day was a Monday, and Sakura was dreading going to school. Going to school meant having to face Sasuke.
(going to school means getting the pills)
Her mother's words were the only reason she was going, as she knew her mother was right. She needed more of the pills, even at the expense of an awkward meeting with Sasuke. Sakura wasn't even going to try to avoid him, seeing as they both hung out with the same people. But she was going to try not to get caugh alone with him at all cost.
Her father had left for work hours ago, so she quickly made herself breakfast and went out the foor, wishing that she had more of those pills. The walk to school wasn't too terrible, but she was awfully tired. The day until lunch seemed to pass by especially slowly, and the worst part was she could feel Sasuke staring at her the whole day, in the halls, in classes... Everywhere.
Lunch couldn't come quick enough, and when it did Sakura made a beeline for Gaara's table. The other occumpants of the table – Temari, Kankuro, Neji and Tenten – looked shocked to see her there, with a very small smile on her face. Sakura used to sit with them a lot, when she and Gaara were close. But after everything went down in flames, she went back to only sitting with Naruto and Sasuke.
"Hey, Sakura. I haven't seen you in ages!" Tenten grinned at her old sort of friend. Sakura smiled at the older Chinese girl.
"It has been awhile, hasn't it?" The pinkette took a seat on the farther away from everybody but close enough to talk to them without screaming.
"So, what brings you here, Haruno-san?" This time, Neji spoke to her. She wasn't surprised at his formal way of speaking, considering he was a Hyuuga.
"Um, I'm actually here to talk to Gaara. Alone?"
Everybody at the table was a bit shocked by this, and they didn't bother trying to hide it. They all knew that Sakura and Gaara's "secret" affair (it wasn't secret, seeing as everybody knew about it, sakura love) had ended badly, and they had sort of lost whatever relationship they had then.
Gaara quickly got up, nodding towards the doorway to outside. The redhead was more silent than Sasuke, and that was saying something. The pinkette scurried to follow him, and sooner than later they were in a secluded spot to "talk".
"How many can I have, Gaara?" She asked in a hushed voice. She obviously wanted more than four, but she didn't have the money for it. But apparently, money wasn't exactly needed.
"I'll make a deal with you. If you agree to start our 'relationship' back up – this time secretly – I'll give you as many as you want for free." His voice and eyes were void of emotion, but she knew from the twitch in his left hand that he was nervous about asking. Just as he had been the first time.
Sakura sighed quietly. She really didn't have any feelings left for the teenager, but if it meant being able to escape whenever she needed to...
"Alright, Gaara. I'll do it. But I want six right now," she wore a sly smile on her lips, and Gaara allowed himself a smirk. He forgot how much he missed her voice.
He leaned in for a kiss, and she accepted it, but pushed away shortly afterwards. He chuckled a small bit, and placed a small case in her out stretched hand. Her long pale fingers curled around the container almost instantly, and the pinkette quickly shoved it into her pocket.
She got up from the grass after this, and smiled at him. "So I'll see you around, then?"
"Yeah. You'll see me around."
What the two didn't know was that a certain Uchiha had watched this entire scene, as he had stumbled upon it by accident. He grimanced at what he had just witnessed, and decided that this was one thing about his favorite girl that his younger brother should not know about quite yet.
But Itachi vowed that he would put an end to Gaara and Sakura's newly reinstated relationship... If it was for him, or his brother, he did not know.
Meanwhile, Sasuke was pacing the halls of school, thinking of ways to help his friend. He knew he cared about her, but he refused to fall back in love with her. The last time that happened, it hadn't ended well and he wasn't about to risk it again. The youngest Uchiha decided then that if Sakura needed an escape so badly, he would find her one. He promised himself that he would fix her.
No, he thought, not fix her. She's not broken. She's just bent out of shape.
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end of chapter deux
(and boom goes the bomb [but i don't feel it])
AN: Haha, yeah, I know it's one day late... But check my LJ for why, the link's in my profile. People should actually check that shit. But anyways. How did you like the second chapter? I didn't like it as much, but all the things about the drugs are correct – trust me on that one. Anyways. The next chapter should be out by Monday or Tuesday, so... Yeah. Thank you so much for even bothering to read! But remember to review, cause reviews make me right :)
love kelsi.