Parallel {My Second Life As Sakura Haruno}

Someone?

My eyes open back up to where I was before, in the empty, lonely house. 'It's almost like this place was built for me.' I turn my head to the side facing the wall. 'Hm, nice scenery.' I turned my head back to the middle to stare up at the ceiling. 'What do I do now?'

I'm not sure what I was hoping for, maybe an answer from the heavens, telling me I was the chosen one or something, or maybe just someone telling me I was god now and I can make the characters do whatever I wanted. I think I had a dream like that at some point before I started consistently having these dreams, where I became a god and could control everything. It was nice at first, but it felt incredibly lonely. Not any different than usual. I cried to one of the characters, telling them I was a god, and they comforted me, telling me everything god-me wanted to hear.

'Seriously, can someone answer me? What the hell am I supposed to do now?' I felt my face scrunch up. My limbs felt heavy, sinking into the comfortable bed like they usually do on weekends when I don't actually want to do anything. I felt anger start to bubble up again, threatening me to lean off the side of the bed and start hurling.

'What am I here for? Someone, answer me already!'

I didn't lean off the side of the bed and hurl. Instead, I continued to lay there, too useless to do anything. Sakura really suits me in that way. 'Someone? Anyone?' 

If I really was alone, then what was the point of being in a different world. What's even the point of daydreaming about being a ninja if I don't get a purpose to go with it? I can't tell anymore. I don't like being here anymore. Send me back, at least I'm allowed to feel like someone at the hospital, even if that someone is a burden to everyone they meet.

'Is someone there?' Still no answer. It reminded me of when I still had to go to church, and each day I prayed the more I felt like something was out there. My grandma was extremely religious, but she's dead now, at least, I hope she is. She never liked me or my Mom very much. There had to be someone out there, knowing how I feel and reading my mind. 

"Answer me."

"Why won't you talk to me?"

"Tell me what I'm supposed to do, I can't just lay here forever."

A part of me whispered in my mind, 'Maybe I can.' I tried not to listen to whatever beckoned me back to sleep. I continued the mutterings of my own delusion. "Please, I'm begging here," 'That's a lie, begging is difficult.' "just tell me why I'm dreaming about something like this."

Still no answer, from anything. No signs from the universe or text box popping up. Not even a sudden voice calling me. I'm alone. Is it some type of sick joke? Is being here some sort of entertainment? 'I hope you're enjoying this.'

'It doesn't matter if there is a god, right? I'll always be delusional.' I get up and take another glance around the room. Everything was still in the same spot, nothing shifted to the left or right, nothing. 'I'm hungry.'

Simple bodily functions finally got me off of my bed.

I walked downstairs to the kitchen, briefly wondering where Sakura's parents were. Instead of thinking about it, I went to the fridge and opened it. It was empty. I closed it and opened it again, probably expecting for a whole roasted chicken to appear, or maybe a fully cooked steak. It was still empty. I closed it again and opened it. 'Nope, my lucid dreams forgot to restock the fridge.' 

I hesitantly walked to one of the counters and opened a drawer almost automatically, finding what looked like a pretty full wallet. 'I'm supposed to go buy groceries? No thanks!' I closed the drawer and went back up to the bed to go back to sleep. My stomach growled in pain, screaming at me to suck it up and go buy food. 'Uhg, it's not like it matters if I eat or not since it's just a dream.'