ꜱᴜʙᴛʟᴇ ≠ ɴᴀ ᴊᴀᴇᴍɪɴ

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[2 years ago]

Sakura stood shirtless in the hospital bathroom.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Looking away as tears filled her eyes.

She was only left with bones, but she didn't deserve to eat.

She hated how she looked, but it didn't matter to her. She was useless, she was of no importance, if she ate, it'd just make here feel otherwise.

She didn't deserve that.

Frantically she wiped away at her tears, slipping her large sweater over her frail body, hidind her "monstrosity."

Standing before her, a lady in a white coat, a psychiatrist.

"Sakura, honey-"

"I didn't purge, I promise," Sakura said, looking down at her feet.

"Your brother's here, let's go," the older lady comforted, holding the younger's hand and leading her back into her room.

Her brother stood up, his black hair a mess, his face clearly distraught.

"Oh my God," he said, as soon as he saw his sister.

She kept her gaze down, ashamed.

"How are you?" she asked meekly.

As soon as he pulled her in to a hug, she began to shake, her faces damp with tears.

"You're okay Sa. I promise you'll be okay," he said, patting her back slowly.

"I don't-"

"Sa, I know you will. I'll be here for you no matter what. No matter how long," he promised her, looking into her eyes.

She could tell it was sincere.

"Where is my baby!" a voice Sakura immediately recognised called out.

Sakura's head almost snapped as sbe turned it, her eyes wide as she saw her step mom, basically in her pajamas, with a tear stricken face.

Sakura ran into her embrace.

She raised her, when her mother and father left her. She was Sakura's only family in Japan.

Her father re married as soon as his divorce was confirmed.

But her step mother had left her dad, nearly a year after their marriage, but there was no way she could gain custody of Sakura.

"Oh my baby," the black haired, tall woman cried out, stroking Sakura's head, as Yuta stood in the corner, watching the scene.

"Mumma, I'm sorry-"

"No, don't. It's not your fault, you'll be okay, we'll be here with you," she said, kissing the top of her head.

Sakura felt safe, all of a sudden, like she had a reason to recover.

Her recovery, though painful, was comparitively fast.

It took her 2 and a half years.

But even after she healed, her scars remained, there to remind her that she was a survivor.