Glancing at the window, I let out a thoughtful sigh as the pattern of rain continued to drip down my windowpane. Looking up at the ceiling numerous times over long periods never seemed to bore me from my thoughts. It was quiet. Quiet enough that even the quietest of buzzes would seem loud in comparison.

Soon enough, I closed my eyes and forgot about the thoughts whirling around in my head as I drifted off into a blissful slumber.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

The rain soon turned into hail, waking me from my unconscious state. With a quick sigh and a groan, I twisted and turned in bed, begging for the sound to stop. I wished everything would just stop. Everything always seems so overwhelming. I felt like vomiting, like something was going to erupt out of me.

Why did you leave me, Mom and Dad? Dad wasn't even there. Everyone says he died, but others say he disappeared. And I can't for the life of me understand what really happened to him. I once thought that perhaps, just perhaps, he disappeared because he was in danger and had to leave Konoha to find help. But then why isn't he here with me?

Sakura, breathe.

I didn't even realize I had started struggling for breath until I began wheezing for breath uncontrollably. Sobs started breaking out as I continued to struggle for air, and hiccups accompanied each attempt at breathing through my tightening throat.

Sakura? It was a long time ago… we didn't even know the guy, yeah? He was a bastard for leaving us back then and he still is now… let him go.

I clenched my fist until my knuckles turned white. I dashed out the window to the training grounds. My vision was starting to become more and more blurry. As I sped past stores, my focus began to waver. I looked at one of the store windows, pausing momentarily. I took in my disheveled appearance. I couldn't even recognize myself anymore.

Run, Sakura! Don't fucking think. Just bolt.

Just like Dad. Run? Run from what. Run for what? Don't ask me from what or for why. Just do it because if you haven't noticed, we haven't been doing anything for the past week. Shut it, Inner! Really Sakura? Really? If you haven't realized the reason yet, you don't deserve to know. What so looking at our mother's grave from six in the morning till eleven in the morning every day is going to bring her back. She's never going to fucking come back and I don't know when or how you're going to realize that.

She's gone, Sakura, and she won't be coming back again.

I'll run now, please stop. I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry. If it helps, Mom and I used to run whenever she had a lot on her mind. Mom said we were exceptional runners. We were always good at that.

Hey, we've arrived. What should we do now?

Punch, slam, scream, let all our pent-up anger out. Good idea. I've always had good ideas, though. Sure you did, but if you put the potato incident next to your other 'exceptional' ideas, I'm certain no one would agree with that statement.

Sure, but at least I don't act like I have a stick up my ass all day, turd.

Whatever, 'Gummy Bear'.

13 hours later.

My entire body had been exhausted beyond belief and at some point I must have knocked myself out.

You should do it again.

Yeah, we really should.