Before
Sakura did her best to avoid Gaara that day, things just felt awkward.
"I can't believe I stole the first kiss like that! What the hell was I thinking?"
After work Sakura decided to take a stroll through town. As she walked there seemed to be young couples all around her.
She glanced up the sunset and remembered the time when she was once one of those couples…
It was during high school when she was going out with her first boyfriend, Itachi. Things were going smoothly and she was already planning out college, but her boyfriend had issues.
"Why do I always have to be attracted to bad boys." She thought to herself.
"Hey Sakura, I'm thinking of ditching this place and taking my own road. You coming?" Itachi said coldly.
Sakura looked into her boyfriends eyes; there was something different about them. They were full of hate and greed.
"I can't leave my family, and I'm already going to graduate and go on to college."
Itachi looked down at hr with eyes full of disgust. He turned away in attempt to hide his real feelings.
"Do you want me to kill your family?"
Sakura looked at him in shock and began to take a step backwards.
"OF COURSE NOT! WHATS WRONG WITH YOU!"
He stood up and took out a small rock from his pocket. He looked at Sakura one more time then threw the rock at her skull to knock her out.
Sakura instantly felt a pain in the back of head, and then everything went dark.
She opened her eyes to find that she was still in the woods, and her body was covered in wet leaves.
She got up to look around, her vision was foggy from the head trauma but she new that she had to get home right away.
She approached her door with caution, her hands shaking as she got out her house keys. Slowly she opened the front door, at first there was nothing unusual, then as she walked fully into the house the evidence of violence was clear.
There was blood all over the carpet and some on the ceiling; the house itself looked like it had been murdered. Sakura swallowed the lump in her throat and slowly walked down the hall to her parent's room.
Before she opened the door there was a large blood puddle below it. Sakura hoped that her prediction wasn't true.
Inside the bedroom her parent lay naked and slashed on the floor. Her mother raped and stabbed in the private area, her father raped and skinned.
Sakura fell to her knees and burst into tears, it was her fault.
"I never want to think of those times again." She thought.
It was getting late so she returned home from her walk. Just as she was going to unlock the door she noticed a small pink envelope stuck in the frame. She pulled it out and looked at the small letters in the front. It was from Gaara.
