"No one talk to me, I am so mad!"

A blonde announced, fuming as she opened the door and walked into the room, dropping unto one of the chairs with a huff, her brows furrowed and her arms crossed.

The two girls in the room exchanged knowing glances as they studied their friend.

The blonde looked at her friends when she heard nothing and deepened her frown. "Why aren't you guys saying anything?"

"Y-you s-said no one should t-talk to y-you." One of the girls, a bluenette with pearly eyes, answered, stuttering.

"You know I didn't mean it that way." The blonde said, her rage wavering.

The other girl huffed as she got up from the other couch, her short, pink, thick and vibrant hair bouncing in the process, and walked over to her.

"What went wrong?"

"Everything!" The blonde began to weep.

The bluenette stood up and walked over too. "Oh Ino."

"What. Did. He. Do?"

"So much!"

Ino's tears couldn't stop. It made the pinkette angrier, thinking about what the man, Ino had gone on a date with, had done.

"He- he took me to this bar alright?" She looked up at their faces to see if they were listening. "We ate and talked and laughed. Everything was going fine until this lady comes up, claiming to be his wife and the mother of his two kids!"

There was a brief pause:

"WHAT?!"

"I know." Ino cried some more. "He completely embarrassed me. I dumped the whole food on his stupid face and walked off but I'm still not satisfied. I got played. He was nice and kind at the beginning." She looked up at the pinkette. "I am such a fool."

The pinkette gripped her friend's shoulder, her other hand clenching repeatedly into fists til veins popped off on it.

"You're not a fool, Ino. He shouldn't have lied to you that he was single, shouldn't have led you on, shouldn't have lied to you about everything. What he did, do and has done, e-very-thing." Her teeth grinded out as her fists reclenched, her eyes glazing over. It was obvious she was thinking of something else.

"H-here." The bluenette handed Ino a box of hankies, which she collected.

"Thanks, Hinata." She sniffled.

Meanwhile, the pinkette was filled with fury. How dare him? Dating her friend for three months while still lying to her face. Such ..men.

Feeling the grip on her shoulder hardening, Ino looked up at her friend again.

"Sakura?"

The pink-head did not answer.

Ino shared a knowing look with Hinata.

Her PTSD is acting up again.

I know.

"Sakura!"

Before she knew it, her friend was out the door. They had to chase after her.

How dare him!

"SAKURA!!"

She was little then. Six years old to be exact.

Her parents had been in the fire. Their remains scattered in the ashes, burnt black.

She had just stepped out of the school bus, bopping her head happily to a tuneless hum as she did a silly walk to the way of their pavement, jumping over the lines that demarcated it, enjoying the little fun she was having and giggling, only to be met with firetrucks and ambulances and firemen running to and fro in her parent's compound.

The happiness fled from her small face as she stood, watching the whole scene with confusion. It was as if everything had become a blur and was moving too fast or maybe it was because her eyes were starting to glisten.

Why was she already crying? She doesn't know if her parents survived the fire so she shouldn't jinx it by crying as if already mourning their death.

No, she cried harder. She couldn't see her parents. Their house was now in a mess, burnt to crisp, and to the ground. Their neighbors stood close by, observing with shock and remorse. Passersby decided to stall going to wherever their destination was, while some videoed the scene with their phones.

The paramedics were out there searching through the blackish rubble. The sirens and shouts were not making this any better.

Little Sakura stood there, crying her eyes out while desperately trying to wipe at her tears to stop, all but in vain.

She still couldn't find her parents anywhere and refused to believe that the skull she was looking at, far away in the rumble, belonged to either of them. She looked around instead.

"M..mom? D..d..dad?" She hiccuped through her tears. "Where are you? I can't find you anywhere...mom, dad!" Tears flowed freely down her chubby cheeks as she walked forward in slow steps, still searching her surrounding. "Mom..m..mom? M...mom, you here? Dad? Please, answer me. I can't...I can't see you anywhere."

A hand dropped on her shoulder, stopping her from moving any further.

Sakura turned her head and saw a tall, brown haired man with brown eyes, looking down at her. She looked him over and saw that he had the fireman uniform on. She then sniffled and rubbed the back of her small hand against her cheeks.

"Mister fireman? I can't find my mommy and daddy."

The man's gaze softened as he stared at the little child. Her parents must be the deceased. He squatted, dropping to her height. "Where do you think they are?" He really, really didn't know where he was going with this.

He watched as she looked around her again, her big emerald eyes glistening.

"I don't know, but they were here before I left for school. Mummy was in the kitchen and daddy was saying one of his jokes. They're never really funny." Her small voice croaked in hope and grief.

She's just a small child. The fire-man thought. Heaving a short sigh, he stood up and grabbed her hand, turning in the way of the paramedics.

She tugged at his hand when she noticed where they were going.

"I'm not sick, I just want to find my mommy and daddy."

He tightened his hold on her. "Don't worry, I will try to find them, but in the meantime, you have to be taken care of." He spoke softly as he handed her over to a female paramedic.

"Mi..."

Sakura's voice cracked. She watched as the man said a few things to the paramedic and let go of her hand. She was carried into the back part of the ambulance and the doors closed in front of her face, shielding her gaze away from everything that was going on outside.

The vehicle was set in motion, taking her away. She could still hear the sirens and shouts but it didn't make her trauma any better.

She had seen her parents' bones in the ashes, their skull and everything. Her father's funny shaped hair could not be gone unnoticed, not even if it was crisply burnt.

She finally understood.

She won't be seeing her parents any time soon.

She had to be sent to an orphanage. After obtaining the statement and necessary recorded documents, from the local government officials, she was taken to a tall building. It was huge and high, painted in white and it was located in the woods. The door and windows had algae and mosses growing around it in curls and patterns.

At first, Sakura thought it was weird and wanted to run but the elderly woman, who had brought her, held her by the collar and pulled her towards the house.

"No no no, leave me alone." Sakura thrashed as they got to the porch.

"Young lady, you listen here now..."

"I'm having bad feelings about this place." Sakura looked up into the woman's eyes, begging with her own.

The elderly woman crouched and sighed. "You do not need to worry. This place might look a little off the chart, but believe me, it is filled with the best of people."

Sakura furrowed her brows. "Believe you?"

"Yes." The woman took her small hand and gave it a squeeze. "Believe me. We are nice here."

Sakura gave one look at the surrounding. The trees were high, their canopies depriving the environment of proper lighting, and few birds chirped. It was quiet, too quiet.

It gave off this eerie feeling that Sakura sensed. It surged through into her heart and clutched it with a death grip.

Sakura shivered.

The woman straightened and opened the door.

"Let's go in, dear, and get you warm."

She stared at the woman, recalling her earlier words.

They're nice. She said they're nice.

But as soon as Sakura stepped inside, all her nightmares began.

She lied.

...

PTSD (Post traumatic stress disorder) - It is a disorder that develops or has developed in a person who have experienced an event that was terrifying, dangerous or shocking.