Sakura punched the wall with such force that even the underground palace shook. Glaring at the mirror in front of her with enough anger to cause seven years of bad luck in itself, she gave another cry of rage and despair and nearly tore apart a bath towel. Sobbing, she dropped to her bathroom floor and began crying, pummeling the ground with her fists. She then stopped, staring at her pale bruised skin and stood, looking at the mirror again, facing her snake-like eyes and purple eye tattoos. Choking back another cry of pain, she shook her head, tears flying from her face.
"Father, why father, why..." She whispered, dropping to her knees again and rocking back and forth as though to comfort herself.