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Substance Therapy

VIII

Noises

"Come on Forehead, It's a PARTY. A party! Even YOU cannot miss the party of the century." Ino's party animal qualities always managed to get Sakura in a forever set state of fatigue.

"Ino-Pig, how in the hell do you expect me to work at this busy hospital saving lives and shit when I am always out shitfaced with you!?" Sakura's stress level is too high for this shit.

"What the fuck is your problem forehead? Get your panties out of your ass and actually come hang out with your friends. The only person you see any more is Sas-

"Me and Sasuke are nothing, so stop even speaking his name to me." Sakura's words sharp as a knife. Ino had no idea what was going on in Sakura's life right now.

Sakura started to gather her patients charts from her desk.

"Sakura," Ino's eyes a tad teary. "I cannot help you through things when you wont tell me the things eating you alive." Ino put her purse on her arm and started walking to the door. "My number never changes. Please talk to me."

Sakura sighs. "Ill see you at 7 pig."

Ino's smile as radiant as the sun. "You better look hot."

Sakura smirks, "Don't I always?"

The two depart with smiles and laughter.

Sakura could never hurt Ino, her sister for life has spared her so much pain, maybe she could be the one to help with the hell hole she has dug for herself.

Sakura asked to leave around 5, two hours would be plenty of time to get ready. It had been three weeks and four days since she had last seen Sasuke. She wasn't counting in cutesy intention; counting in fear.

Three weeks and four days ago she had found the diamond.
Every morning when she awakes, she awakes to noises in her home but she can never seem to find the cause of the commotion.

Walking home everyday Sakura feels all eyes on her, yet their is no one on the streets with her.
Even in broad daylight she feels a nervous cold chill shoot through her spine.

Making it into her apartment, she twist the knob, finding it already unlocked.
Swallowing her saliva mixed with toxic terror, she reaches her free hand to the door and lays it flat against it.

Sakura swings the door open, she had been coming home to unlocked doors for about two weeks now.

Sakura surveyed her living room. Nothing was out of place as of normal.
No matter how scary the situation was, she could never be mad at the fact that her weird friend, whom she had a gut feeling was the man she had been desperately trying to avoid for almost a whole month, his image never once leaving her longing brain.

Getting ready for the party turned to a blur of time as she has music blasting from the speakers of her iHome. Sakura curls her beautiful mid back length hair. Sakura's eyes are painted smokey and lined with a fierce cat eye. Her body dressed in a short black gown with a open back scoop, the skirt billowing out to her mid thigh.

Sliding on her prized Louboutin's to highlight the entire outfit. Sakura adds a simple Fossil watch to her wrist and a few bangles on the other.
Grabbing her simple clutch, she's out the door and ready for the night.

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