Hi I'm back, I wrote a whole 3 pages of this on acrual paper cuz I was banned from phone for a while and now I can't find it but I FOUND IT so that's why it took so lon—

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Okay I'm sorry for the lack of consistent updates :'(

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He stare in horror at the scars that littered across her arms. He yanked her sleeve down, observing each carefully. At this point, he didn't care if she woke up. 

They were recent. He knew each scar had a story behind it. There were many, but all were more faded than the next.

Does she only cut one at a time?

They were deep cuts, so if she were to cut more than one, she'd probably die of blood loss.

He recalled the cabinets in her bathroom, pleading to himself that she used a razor instead of an actual knife. If she used a knife, she could potentially stab herself or make extremely deep cuts that will never fade.

He opened the cabinet doors, seeing rows of pill bottles. He gaped in shock. There were at least 50. He picked up 2 in each hand, checking the labels and dates.

"Anti-depressant.
Depression
Anxiety
Insomnia

PTSD
and Amnesia."

They were dated, ranged from 9 years ago, to now.

Each bottle was filled with pills, making it seem as if she didn't take any. Also, why was the pills dated since 9 years ago, when they were 4? She was with Konohamaru in the academy when she was 4. Nothing really traumatic happened to anyone. Also, why does she have amnesia pills?

He inhaled deeply, closing the cabinet doors. He didn't know what to do. Doing this made him feel he was invading her privacy. He had no choice, he needed to know, to help.

Oh, there was no razor in the bathroom lol

He ran to her room, looking for a razor. 

He found none, nowhere.

That's when he ran to the kitchen, looking for a possible source.

But that's when he slipped.

"Oh shit—" he thought as he fell.

'ouch, what did I slip on?' he wondered, turning and staring at the ground. He saw a small pool of water on the floor. It had a pinkish tint to it, and that's when he crouched to the floor, examining it.

There were bits of red in between the white tiles.

'It's her blood.' Konohamaru came to realize. 'And cleaned this up really fast. While I was here or before? If it's still wet, then she cut recently.'

He looked at Mirushi's sleeping figure on the couch, with tired eyes.

The poor, poor innocent girl.

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