[angst, fluff, depression]

Would you like to know?

The reason for her almost death.

But even if I did tell you would you care?

Would you give a damn shit about her?

Would her story change your mind about your actions?

"What actions" you ask?

The ones that brought her down.

The ones that made her want to die.

The ones that hurt her heart.

If you don't feel anything for her once I'm done with this story.

Then I don't know what you are.

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She sat in her room. Her hand writing four (and occasionally a fifth) simple words in the notebook over and over again on repeat. She's crying.

"Useless. Ugly. Obsessed. Bitch," she writes.

Useless. Ugly. Obsessed. Bitch.

Useless. Ugly. Obsessed. Bitch.

Useless.

Stupid.

Ugly.

Obsessed.

Bitch.

Her heart aches. She wants it to stop.

She wants everyone to stop calling her a "useless. Ugly. Obsessed. Bitch."

She's powerless against everyone. She knows she can't do anything about maybe because of the fact that she can't do anything about it makes her "useless."

She gets up and goes to the bathroom.

She pauses while washing her hands and looks up. Maybe. Maybe...maybe it's my abnormally pink hair. She thinks. Yes that's it. My pink hair is what makes me ugly.

She goes back to her room and continues to write, "useless. Ugly. Obsessed. Bitch."

Useless.

Ugly.

Obsessed.

Bitch.

She pauses after a few minutes and decides she wants some water.

She makes her way downstairs and grabs a glass, she's sees a knife on the counter. Yes that'd be perfect for me to kill myself with later on.

On her way upstairs she passes an old photo. It makes her stop.

She looks at it. Its a picture of her and her childhood friend. My childhood friend, she thinks. Maybe that's why they call me "obsessed" because I have a crush on him and I'm always around him. Yes. That has to be it. It's because I have a crush on my best friend/childhood friend.

She continues up the stairs.

Next up is "bitch."

She can't think of anything that could lead to her being called a bitch. So to make up for that stupidity she decides to tag her bitchiness with her obsessiveness.

She wakes up the next morning deciding that today was the day that she was going to die. Today after school she will no longer be alive.

She goes to school and as per usual there is writing on her locker calling her a "useless. Ugly. Stupid. Bitch."

"You know, Sakura," a voice from behind says, "you shouldn't let what others say about you affect you."

Sasuke. You're right, she thinks. I shouldn't let it get to me. It shouldn't affect me. Because they are the bitches for making me feel this way. They are the obsessed ones for being obsessed with hurting me. They are the ugly ones, not from the outside, but from the inside due to their personalities. And last but not least they are the useless ones because they can't do anything good.

She smiles.

Today is not the day I die. I will live and I will not let others hurt me. They will no longer cause me pain.

Thank you, Sasuke, for your words of wisdom.

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And there you have it!

That's her story.

And I swear if you didn't feel anything for her.

Then I don't know what you are.

Maybe you're just not human.

I hope this story changed your mind about your actions.

And made you feel regret or remorse,

Or well something.

Maybe guilt.

Yes. Yes. I like guilt.

Now go out there and kill yourself!

Just kidding!

Suicide is bad. Very bad.

Don't even think about it.

'Cause you're not useless

You're not stupid.

You're unique and special.

And a wonderfully wonderful person.

But if you are ever feeling down,

Then feel free to talk to me,

Or a friend,

Or maybe just a stranger.

Well, that's it for now.

Goodbye.

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Written by 1-BUBBLES-1