It has officially been a year since everything happened,
The little girl watched the retreating sun as she drowned in her own thoughts, two colors of eyes flickering between the afternoon sky and the singing birds returning back home to their family,
Her eyes never once left the window since she had sat down in that uncomfortable plastic chair, not that she could complain about it anyways.
She's now a proud 7 year old, so she decided it was time for her to wear her big girl panties which only made her mom chuckle when she first said it,
The little girl smiled as she thought of her family, longing to go home already.
She clenched her tiny hands around a notebook as she prompted her thoughts,
Her sister would be home in an hour or two, she would come running towards the little girl and scoop her up in the air and gently throw her on the couch before tickling her until her face is red and her stomach is in extreme pain.
Not that much of a pain compared to the happiness she would always get from the memory she shared wih her sister.
Her mother would call her to sit and pamper her so much, but she could never complain and lie saying she hates it,
Her mom would oil her hair and apply all sorts of very expensive moisturizer and skin care products on her face, saying how she would always make sure that both of her daughter's skin stays as clear as a newborn's butt as long as she's alive.
Thinking back, Sayuri can't think of a day when she was able to actually go out without lip balm clumsily smeared on her lips, probably from how her mom would hurriedly rub it before letting her go.
Especially on cold day,
Sayuri's smile kept growing bigger the most she got lost in her own mind,
And her father!
And her father...?
Well, that's right.
The last she'd seen him was 8 months, 2 weeks and 6 days ago.
Her grip tightened on the note, her head lowering from the window, her smile fading away,
She removed her knees from the chair and turned around so that her back was facing to the glass so as to sit straight,
She scolded herself mentally,
Stupid Sayuri! Always making yourself sad!
She sadly gazed her the pink note filled with cute doodles,
She hugged it close to her chest and closed her eyes, trying to block out the sound of clinking metals and shrinking wheels as the nurses and doctors around her ran hurriedly from one room to another,
She silently prayed that whomever was causing them to hurry around with supplies would make it out alive.
Before her was a door with fuzzy glass, it had a board saying,
"Psychiatric ward"
After the countless nights of reoccurring panic attacks and anxiety attacks, Sakura had decided enough was enough and finally placed her under proper mental care.
As expected, it required Sayuri to consume a few pills everyday to keep in control with the imaginary voices and hallucinations,
Although since she's a child her therapist has been hesitant in prescribing more medications.
YOU ARE READING
Rewriting.
Fanfiction*book cover done by @Lily_Dxttebxne* <3 Literally gonna form a new plot and rewrite everything! "𝑀𝒶𝓂𝒶! 𝒜𝓇𝑒𝓃'𝓉 𝐼 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓊𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓉!?~" (っ◔◡◔)っ A platonic story about the most cutest and curious little Uchiha who managed to melt even...
