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Substance Therapy

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Confrontation

Sakura twisted the key that laid dormant in the keyhole for 5 minutes. 3 minutes and 47 seconds left on her timer. She already knew Sasuke would be sitting on his spot on her couch, the middle cushion with her decorative pillows untouched by him due to his constant need for pristine organization. There would be one light on, the low lighting lamp in the corner of her tiny apartment illuminating only half of his face.

Now, why he was wanting to have a conversation with her and why she thought she could out run him forever was beyond her.

Two minutes and 9 seconds.

She removes her key from the door and places her hand on the knob. Her hand twisting to the right as she places her left hand on the door. With her left hand she pushes the door open, letting go with the other hand, the door flies open. As she leers into her home from the door, assessing the complete darkness that is swallowing what should be the image she had projected. Sasuke was no where to be seen, that made him all the more dangerous. The kitchen light flickering on caught her attention. The clinking of glasses connecting with the counter rung throughout the whole apartment.

Sasuke pilfered through her home grabbing bottles of liquor and mixers as needed. "Please come in." Sasuke's smirk bleeding into his tone.

"This is my home, you do not welcome me into it when uninvited." Sakura did not budge. If she was not within the building locked in, he could do no harm. "How about we take a walk instead?" Sakura knew her suggestion would be shut down, there was no doubt.

"No, come inside. Now." No wiggle room, there was no budging his choice, but as stubborn as she could be, she would be.

"Sasuke, please, get out of my house." She hung her head low, still standing in her doorway and unable to seek the comfort of her own home.

Sasuke proceeded to make noise in her kitchen, but never once uttered a reply to her. He would be patient, she would swing his way.

Hearing the door shut, Sasuke's ears perked up. "Hn."

"You make me unbelievably agitated." Sasuke smirked back to her lack of emotion.

"Oh come now Sakura, you were in love with me a month and a half ago."

"It must be hard to accuse someone of loving when you know nothing of love."

She could almost hear the vein in Sasuke's head pop. Within seconds he was in front of her.

"You should shut your mouth before you lose it."

"Might as well, I don't have anything else to lose."

Sasuke's face deadpanned. "You know nothing of lose." Sasuke's eyes such such void, hatred burning through anything his red eyes connected too.

Sasuke inhaled and exhaled slowly. Grabbing a shot from the counter from behind him, he throw it back and turned to reface her with three other shots in his hand.
"Please, have a seat." Sasuke's tone radiating no room for argument, Sakura's body so emotionally exhausted a seat sounded like perfection. Sasuke slid two shots her way. On the bottom sat a light, creamy substance, almost reminding her of marshmallow creme. On top, a candy apple red so strong it almost looked like it would catch on fire.

"It's a family secret recipe." Sasuke made more shots, throwing one after another back.

Sakura's upper lip curled, whether in a sneer or smile she was unsure. She was so emotionally fucked. "What an honor." Sakura responded lightly to Sasuke.

"Sakura, you understand this don't you? The reason you must be under my watch." Sasuke looked at Sakura's face, itching to see the look in her eyes, the only that he could see the real emotions she felt rather than the facade she never cracked.

"Sasuke, I am going to try to be as reasonable to you as I possibly can." Sakura stared him down in the eyes, taking both shots and throwing them back at the same time. She barbarically wiped the back of her hand across her lips, the red liquor causing her lips to be stained a mixture of light pink and dark red as it clashed with the remnants of her lipstick. "I dont give a fuck about your red eyes. I don't care what they mean, what they do, or where they came from." Sakura's hands clenched together so tight the shot glasses shattered to pieces. The shards flew everywhere, Sakura's hands covered in glass and blood. "So leave me out of your shit."

Sakura removed herself from the bar. She proceeded to walk to the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind her. she turned on the light and removed a pair of tweezers from her top drawer. One by one she plucked the glass out of her hand, never once feeling even the slightest sting. She was too drunk to remember any of this. She was too sober to ever forget any of this.

Every shard removed made her feel emptier and emptier. The one person she hoped to relate to, to connect with, he wasn't real. He was fake.

Everything about him was fake.

He got closer to her to hopefully cover up his little secret.

He never cared. All those things that she told him, it was all on deaf ears.

She felt so stupid. How could she believe all those things could have possibly even have been real?

She closed her eyes and hung her head.

She was weak.

She had every right to let tears fall from her tired eyes. She turned and slid down the cabinets underneath her sink, clutching her now glass free hand as it streamed out blood. Leaning her head against the cabinet, she opens her wet eyes.

Sakura's gasp echoes throughout her small bathroom.

"How?" Sakura starts to shake. "How did you get in here?" She looks at him with terror.

"Being lost in your own world is not a good way to live your actual life Sakura." Sasuke grabs her chin and holds her face still, forcing her to look at him, she purposefully avoids making eye contact. "Wake up from this pathetic reality you are living in. Life is hard. Life is cruel. Get over it. Stop being a sobbing baby and wake up and be grateful for the semi normal life you may live." Sasuke turned towards the door and wrapped his hand around the handle.

"You are no threat to me Sakura. I could snap you in an instant. You know information that you shouldn't. I could have killed you long ago, I should have."

With stone cold words, Sasuke left the room.

Her home was so silent. Hearing his boots connecting with her laminate floor with each step he took only seemed to raise her anxiety until she hears him closing the front door and silence that follows.

Before she could even control herself, she exploded into tears.

Dangerous thoughts filled her head.

Everything she did, she did it wrong.

She pins all her blames on everyone else.

Where were all her manners, morals, life lessons she was taught as a kid?

When did she become such a monster, an emotional, emotionless monster?

She needed help.

She had to find help.

But for tonight, she would find comfort within the solace.

She cried until she was touched with the tender embrace of sleep.

Authors note:

Guys, I feel much better. This chapter made me feel so muchhhh better! Sorry for my shitty writing as of late. I promise, it will only get better and better!

Guys, Deadman Wonderland and Psycho Pass got me feeling like *drool*

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~Ashley