"Good morning class. Today we are goinig to learn about the history of books-", Sakura's English teacher was explaining as usual but her mind was already drifting away; to the world of 'Paranoid Thoughts'. All she could think of was BLACK HILL FOREST. The same questions kept spinning in her head like a song on repeat mode. 'What could have happened? Is it a vampire or a warewolf or a ghost or what about a demon?'

"Sakura! You seem soo interested in my class today. Mind sharing your opinion about books?", hissed the teacher with a sarcastic smile revealing his white teeth.

Everyone stared at Sakura, muttering thing to their friend which Sakura could not understand and she. She felt her blood rising to her head and found it hard to breathe. She could aslo heard some of her classmates giggling. Mocking her maybe. She was tired of them. But could she possibly find the courage to talk? Would her answer be a good one? Were her classmates going to laugh at her and pester her about itInstead of taking her chance, she lowered her gaze and she let her silence speak. For an instant the whole room was in complete silence, until the teacher scolded her and made a lecture. Fortunately, she did have to stay a few hours after school as punishment.

During lunch, Sakura was in her class, listening to her favourite band as her classmates were all out in the school premises. She was resting her head on her arms which were now numb due to the weight of her head pressing on them. But Sakura did not mind the pain. She was trying to distract herself from her thoughts and questions she was asking herself since morning. Lost in her own world, she suddenly thought of Naruto and a picture of his face popped in her mind. Sakura wanted someone to talk to but could she? And could she possible go and search for Naruto? She was like a deer in a forest of lions. If she went out to venture, her bully buddies would seize the opportunity to pester her.

"HII!", shouted someone. It was a familiar voice.

Sakura lifted her head with difficulty. She felt pain on both her arms and her neck. To her surprise it was Naruto! She did not answer. She did not want to talk she was tired of words. Instead she removed her earphones and looked at him. Words have power but some don't notice the power its holds, each with its own strength. Silence, also has its power, but none notices, maybe that's because it does not possess much power so, is weaker and stays unnoticed.

"You won't change, won't you? Anyways I have something to tell you! Something that will make you talk!", started Naruto as he came closer and took a seat next to Sakura.

"Not interested!"

"Oh! Thank God she hasn't lost her voice!...I'm sure you'll change your mind once you listen to me...", his face hardened and his tone was now serious.

"Go on",replied Sakura.

"Last night I made a strange dream. Remember your necklace? Well, I dreamt that I was walking in a forest, and suddenly I fell in a lake. I could even breath under the water and I could see black feathers floating from beneath. The most interesting thing is that there was someone, or something sitting on the ground with the same necklace which you have but instead it was black...Sakura I think there's something wrong with the necklace-"

"Oh really?! Hey, don't worry there's nothing wrong with anything! It was just a dream and I think you should stop thinking about me! Anyways I already got rid of it.", lied Sakura. She was shocked and she was trying to convince herself that it was just a dream. But his dream somehow,did make sense.

"But...but it felt so real! I...I...Are you sure you got rid of it?"

"Yeah", she lied again but she could not tell him what was happening!

"Great! I'm sorry but I gotta go! I have some homework to complete!", said Naruto as his face soften and he wore his usual smile again.

"Sure it's okay", with those words, Sakura plugged her earphones back into her ears.

"More questions, more answers, the more Sakura was holding her breath, crossing her fingers, hoping time would be enough to answer her questions. Her patience was slowly eating her up. She was done pretending not to care what was happening. She had no friends and no father. She would always keep everything to herself. Thinking she did not deserve their attention. Loneliness was her only company, whispering the darkest secrets it could ever reveal. Her silence was as sharp as a razor blade. Thin but cuts through the eternal darkness leaving the deepest scar. But none was able to hear her screaming silence. She was forever trapped in her own diary of pain... The author? She would write every chapter with her own blood. What was she becoming? The pages were as dark as a the sky at night with no star or moon to break through the night. No hope was left. Her heart was bleeding out disgrace. What had she become? The little voices in her head would sing the lullaby of death. The author? She was tired of everything, of everyone. She would walk hand in hand with loneliness. Thier hearts slowly blackening! The author? Sakura was the author. She never able to find the courage to speak...But she had another kind of courage... Is the time right to find out if she is worth it?"