Sakura's highschool lover
A/N: This one kind of depressed me. I am very depressed today. I'm sorry for the slow update. Please Enjoy.
Sakura's POV
I sat in the bathroom with bleeding arms. It hurt so much. Long deep gashes up from my wrists to my elbows. It hurts so bad. My arms are on fire. I was sitting on the floor staring at the mirror from over the sink. I couldn't see myself. But I know that I must look like crap. The knife I used was stained red. It was my dads favorite knife.
I closed my eyes as blood drained out of me. It still hurts. Now I think I need to stop before I can't clean this blood off. Blood was all in my lap and all over the floor. The crimson design on my arms stopped me for a moment. They were unique but not enough to stop me from standing up. Blood ran down my legs in a crimson pattern that ran slowly to my feet.
I staggered to the kitchen, blood spatting on the ground. I grabbed a black wash cloth. I wiped the blood off my arms careful around my cuts. I grabbed wrapping for my arms. I wrapped them up carefully then went to change carefully. I through my cloths away and went to carefully clean the bathroom.
When I was done I cleaned off the knife and hid up in dads room again. I know that's the knife that he will kill me with. I know he will. It's his favorite. Why not kill the bitch in his life with his most prized piece of killing equipment?
I laid down on the couch and closed my eyes. I would have slept through the night if the phone had not rang. I opened my eyes. It was dark out. I looked at the phone and stared as it rang. I finally picked it up. "Hello?" I muttered still half asleep. The other line was silent. There was a loud BOOM from outside. I jumped and looked out there. The phone went out. So did the rest of the power. I was engulfed further in darkness.
My wound reopened. I dropped the phone back on the hook. I cursed lightly and walked into the kitchen careful not to fall. I grabbed a flashlight and shined it on my wound as I cleaned it up again. When I finished the door bell rang scaring the hell out of me. I jumped and looked over at the door. My first thought was 'killer' than I mentally smacked myself and walked slowly to the door.
I hesitantly opened the door. Standing in the doorway was the Uchiha family. All in their P.j's. They all stared at me with midnight black eyes. I lowered my head and stepped aside. We all sat around in the livingroom. I was lighting candles. It was only 11:00. They told me that they mostly talk at night til late and that they don't have any candles or flashlights.
I nodded. I lit the last one and brought the lighter back into the kitchen. I saw blood on the kitchen floor. Blood I forgot to clean up. Blood that was basically glowing in the dim light. I grabbed a towel and tried to quickly clean up the blood. I was so focused that I didn't notice someone standing in front of me.
"Sakura?!" Mikoto gasped. I looked up at her through my hair. I must have looked so guilty. She was staring down at me in absolute horror. The Uchiha man were at her side in an instant. They all stared down at me. I looked down at my arms. My wound opened again. There was blood leaking to the floor. Only the wound on my right arm. I shot up and held it to me. Close to my chest. I felt the blood on my chest and my hand. I looked at them with wide eyes that must have screamed my guilt.
Sasuke looked horror struck like his mother, Itachi's eyes were wide. I stared. Fugaku gave ne a soft look then stepped closer. "Sakura," he addressed me softly. I pulled my eyes away from the teary eyed Mikoto to Fugaku. "Did you hurt yourself?" he asked. I looked down at my arm than back to his steady eyes.
My whole life was coming to an end! They have only been here for 2 days!!! 2 days and they have already ruined my life more then it already was! It's their fault! No.... no. it's mine. If it weren't for me, everyone would be happy. I started to cry.
"Sakura, what happened?" Itachi asked me with fear in his eyes but steel in his voice. I stared frozen in place. His face was hard. Mikoto exploded into tears.
Itachi's POV
Mom through her arms around the bloody girl. She was frozen. Her hand that she was holding dropped to her side. Both of her hands did. Her head just went over mom's shoulder. It faced upward a little. Her eyes looked far away. Tears streamed down her face. I've never met anyone this messed up. This poor girl.
Her mother didn't "love" her. Her father isn't here at the moment. And! She's cutting herself! How could anyone stand that?! I've never seen this! I don't know what to do. I didn't let my face betray a thing.
She looked dead. Her face looked pale and lonely. It held secrets. It held years of suffering. Her eyes looked like she was no longer here but in a place of real peace. Something she doesn't seem to be able to get as long as she is here. I've always been good at seeing things like this. I looked over her body. Her legs where what caught my attention. Even in the dim light, I noticed that they were long and lushes. Looked to be pale moon colored.
The only problem was that they were not only pure white but dark purple and even black. It looked like a miracle that she could even stand.
Mom finally moved away and rubbed Sakura's cheek. The pink haired girl stared off into space. Mom didn't mind. The lights suddenly came out after a loud BOOM and a flash of lightning. The light brought out the real black and purple. The only thing was it was not only on her legs but the black and purple splotches danced across all the revealed skin.
The poor girl looked like she had just gotten out of a gang fight. She looked so sad and broken. I wondered, how long she had to deal with this sadness without any help?
Sakura's POV
I stared at the floor. My mind was whirling! They can't tell my dad! He'll be so mad! I can't face him! Plus I need to get these cleaned up so he doesn't know that I tried to kill myself when he was gone. That won't help his temper any. I looked over at the stove to see it was a quarter to midnight. I need to go to school tomorrow. Mikoto was cleaning my wound. I didn't move.
Not even if it stung a little. Not even if it hurt. Not even if it killed me.
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Not even if it saved me.
A/N: How was it? Let me know. Rate and review. Have a better day than what i just had.