Sasusaku: Support Group

Chapter 3

"Hey"

"Hi"

"Your life is um... interesting"

"My life is depressing dont lie"

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Sasuke pov:

"So I've already explained what the support group is but today i want to hear your stories, if you all feel uncomfortable I'll be glad to tell my story first, I understand it can be saddening thinking back to some events in your life that lead you to this point but it's all apart of healing, and letting go, so if we have any volunteers, the floor is yours."

I looked around because i did not want to be the first to speak up, everyone here has a story I presume and to be honest i was more interested in the pink haired girl next to me, what in her life lead her to suicide or the thought of taking her own life.

"I'll speak" the pinkette spoke up.

"The floor is yours Miss Haruno" kakashi said

"Just call me Sakura, but okay i guess I'll start from the beginning, as a kid, I always lived in a middle class area, in a middle class home, with regular parents who worked regular jobs, around the age of 7 i was a subject to bullying in the elementary school I attended outside of konoha, during bathroom breaks girls would pull my hair and pull it out flushing it down the toilet, they would put school glue in my hair and other things of that nature. Many times i approached teachers telling them of what the little girls would do but they never said anything. When i would get home my parents punished me for causing issues and told me how tired they got of receiving calls from the school. They took away anything that made me happy such as my
Books and my favorite pink bunny, i watched out the window as the had a garbage can like tin and burned it away as my punishment. Years went on and the bullying got worse and worse, a girl actually stabbed me with a pencil at school, it was in my hand so the school shook it off as a freak accident. I kept telling my parents what happened year after year telling them i was sad telling them i hated school I hated everything about i hated my life, but they told me it was a phase, everytime I expressed or mentioned what went on in my head it was brushed off as a phase. I then knew i was alone and i had no one to lean on, no one to help me, no one to help understand what was going on in my mind. So one day i decided it were best if i was just dead. So i faked sick which they surprisingly believed and i found a old jump rope hidden in my room and since i had a small desk and chair I used it to tie one end to the ceiling fan and the other to my neck, after i was sure i was ready to die i kicked the chair from
Under me and as a bodily reflex i was struggling to breath, but I didn't want to struggle I wanted to die, i wanted everything to go away, the pain, everything i felt, so soon i felt my airways give out and i sat twitching in the air as my brain wasn't receiving oxygen. My heartbeat was the only thing i could hear, then i saw my father and mother with very blurry vision run to me, their voices inaudible as the screamed and yelled while removing my limp body. Once they untied me, I noticed my mother try to do cpr but my life force was seemingly fading. I was content. Until i woke up in a hospital with all types of things connected to my body. I was disappointed I didn't want this life anymore at all, mother and father had me released and told them Suicide Watch wasn't necessary. Once i got home after a week i tried again, i wanted to do it again I didn't want to be here so I constantly banged my head against the wall, until blood was evident and I threw myself down the stairs. Just as my consciousness was about to slip i was in another hospital. I felt my attempts were premature so i waited until i got older to where I could buy different medicines and put myself in a overdose, still nothing ever worked. My mother and father fear for my life so they've padded down my bedroom taking almost everything out and even took my damn door, can you believe it? All those times i came to them telling them how sad I was how distraught i was, and they brushed me off but it took me fucking offing my self for them to get serious"