Yet another one of my crazy stories I keep making.
Rescue Me
The Cutter, The Heave-er, The Abused, The Slap Happy
"Sasuke, it's not working out, between us."
"I know."
"We should break up."
"I know."
"I'm sorry.
"I know."
The bass of the music in his room blared loudly. The posters on his walls were shaking and his head nodded with the beat of the song. He opened his desk drawer and took out a shiny, small, metal object.
A wicked smile creeped onto his face and his eyes were full of blood lust. He let the cool razor lay on his wrist. He bit his lip and let the razor drag across his pale skin. He sighed hotly. Blood spilled out of his cut.
He put the razor back into its respected drawer and wiped the blood off and applied healing ointment and a Band-Aid. He did this, because it would be horrible if anyone found out. He smiled and leaned back in his chair.
He closed his eyes and let the loudness of the music clear up his head. He sighed and opened his eyes. He reached for the drawer again, hoping for seconds.
"What the hell are you doing, Sasuke?!" A voice called.
Sasuke jumped and looked at the door. His brother was fuming by the door, which was wide open. "Why are you in my room, Itachi?" his voice remained cool.
Itachi chucked an object at his desk. A shiny razor stuck onto the wooden table. "What the hell is this?" Sasuke looked away from him. Itachi's eyes lay on Sasuke's freshly bandaged wrist.
Sasuke mumbled, "It's a razor."
Itachi nodded, "That's right." He walked to Sasuke, "Why are you doing this to yourself?" his voice softened.
Sasuke refused to look at him. He didn't say anything. He didn't even move. Itachi closed his eyes and looked hurt. "Come on Sasuke, there are better things in life." Sasuke didn't move. Itachi nudged his shoulder, "Hey."
Sasuke blankly stared at a picture on his desk. It was a picture of his mom, dad, Itachi and himself. They were all smiling. It stared down at Sasuke and he felt guilty.
Itachi put a piece of paper on Sasuke's desk and said, "Fill it out, you need help." He patted Sasuke's spiky hair, "You're not allowed to do anything until you finish this."
Sasuke snorted, he wasn't going to do anything. He thought Itachi was dumb for actually trusting him. "Since when did you start to care, Itachi?"
Itachi closed the door quietly, not before he whispered, "Ever since mom and dad died."
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She looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin looked unhealthy, she was too skinny, and it seemed like here hair was flat too. She smiled and her thoughts screamed, LIAR! LIAR! She frowned.
I had a banana, and sandwich. She took her toothbrush and jammed it down her throat. As soon as it hit the back of her throat she gagged. She did it again. Score! Her lunch just went down the drain.
She wiped her lips. She looked into the mirror again. She was still the same. Tears slid down her face. She gurgled water and spat it out. She looked at the mirror, longing for her once beautiful self.
"Ino… What have I done to myself?" she screamed. She slid down the wall of her bathroom and sobbed into her sleeve. Her pale blond locks spilled over her face.
She went to her desk, and took out a piece of paper. "I need help."
She took a pen and began to write.
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Sasuke took a pen and looked at the sheet. He read over it. He snorted. "Those are the gayest questions ever."He quickly filled it out. When he was done, he read it over.
RESCUE ME THERAPY
NAME: Sasuke Uchiha
AGE AND GENDER: 16 Male
FAVORITE COLOR (S): Black. White. Navy Blue.
STATE YOUR PROBLEM HERE: I cut.
STATE THE REASONING OF YOUR PROBLEM HERE (OPTIONAL): …
Good job! You have completed the first part of you therapy! Admitting the problem!
WAY OF MEETING UNDERLINE OPTION:
Go to your home.
Go to Therapist's office.
Go on a walk.
Over the phone.
Over e-mail.
During lunch.
Other:
AMOUNT OF TIME (5-? Min.): 15 minutes
The amount of time spent doesn't matter. What matters is what you learned in the time spent.
Sasuke walked downstairs and threw the paper in Itachi's face. "There I finished it." Sasuke walked into the living room and Itachi heard the TV turn on. Itachi smiled. "He hasn't watched TV in forever." He looked at Sasuke's answers and he muttered, "What the hell, the therapy is already working."
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Ino wrote down her answers with her purple pen and flowery handwriting.
RESCUE ME THERAPY
NAME: Ino Yamanaka
AGE AND GENDER: 16 Female
FAVORITE COLOR: Purple, pink, white, and anything light colored.
STATE YOUR PROBLEM HERE: I eat, and then I make myself puke it back out.
STATE THE REASONING OF YOUR PROBLEM HERE (OPTIONAL): I'm scared people won't think I'm perfect. They'll know why I'm like this. I don't want people to know.
Good job! You have completed the first part of you therapy! Admitting the problem!
WAY OF MEETING UNDERLINE OPTION:
Go to your home.
Go to Therapist's office.
Go on a walk.
Over the phone.
Over e-mail.
During lunch.
Other: Can we text? My cell number is: 235-742-6290
AMOUNT OF TIME (5-? Min.): 30 minutes, I really want to stop this as soon as possible.
The amount of time spent doesn't matter. What matters is what you learned in the time spent.
Ino put the paper in her purse. She'll turn the paper in tomorrow. She smiled and felt hunger claw her stomach. She ran downstairs and ate another sandwich. She deserved it. And this time, she didn't puke it back out.
She looked at the mirror right after she ate and he smiled. Her cheeks were flushed with color, and she felt full. She clapped her hands. "It's already working!"
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The next day, Itachi dropped the paper off in to the proper bin. He left with a confident smile.
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Ino walked into school an extra second earlier and dropped her from into the bin. Seconds later she was greeted by her friends. She smiled and walked towards them…
"What's up guys?"
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They eyed the form with scared eyes. "Neji-nii-san, we're no-not supposed to-to tell!" The girl clutched Neji's sleeve. Neji smiled, "It'll be alright, Hinata-chan. I won't let him know." Hinata tried to smile.
RESCUE ME THERAPY
NAME: Hinata and Neji Hyuuga (we would like to do sessions together.)
AGE AND GENDER: Hinata, 16 Female. Neji, 17 Male.
FAVORITE COLOR: Hinata- blue and purple. Neji- brown and black
STATE YOU PROBLEM HERE: Hinata's father (or Neji's uncle) abuses us, please help us.
STATE THE REASONING OF YOU PROBLEM HERE (OPTIONAL): He hates that Hinata is "weaker" than Neji, and he hates that Neji is part of the "branch family."
Good job! You have completed the first part of you therapy! Admitting the problem!
WAY OF MEETING UNDERLINE OPTION:
Go to your home.
Go to Therapist's office.
Go on a walk.
Over the phone.
Over e-mail.
During lunch.
Other:
AMOUNT OF TIME (5-? Min.): 1 hour. We would like to stay away from home as long as possible.
The amount of time spent doesn't matter. What matters is what you learned in the time spent.
They dropped into the bin. Hinata hugged Neji quickly and they each walked their separate ways. When they got home, they were greeted with hard slaps…
But this time, they were relieved, because they are finally gonna get help.
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He smiled as he walked out of school. But as soon as he got home, his face just completely shattered. He sat on his bed and just stared at his wall. He let the silence of his home sink in.
He eyed the paper he took from the office. Do I really need help? He smiled. But then he retorted his face back to blankness. He sighed and took the paper. "Here goes nothing."
RESCUE ME THERAPY
NAME: Naruto Uzumaki!
AGE AND GENDER: 16 male!
FAVORITE COLOR: ORANGE!
STATE YOUR PROBLEM HERE: I fake being happy around people. I do it so everyone doesn't worry.
STATE THE REASONING OF THE PROBLEM HERE (OPTIONAL): My smiles started being fake when my friend broke up.
Good job! You have completed the first part of you therapy! Admitting the problem!
WAY OF MEETING UNDERLINE OPTION:
Go to your home.
Go to Therapist's office.
Go on a walk
Over the phone.
Over e-mail.
During lunch.
Other:
AMOUNT OF TIME (5-? Min.): 30 minutes
The amount of time spent doesn't matter. What matters is what you learned in the time spent.
Naruto lay back in his bed, and let his swollen cheeks rest. The smiling he always does hurts. He closed his eyes and sighed.
"Sasuke needs this therapy more than I do."
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The frail looking girl opened her mailbox and took out all her mail. She scurried to her "office," which was really an abandoned classroom. She took it because it was cozy. And because it was the only room Tsunade-sama could give her.
She sat on her desk and read all the letters. She scratched her chin and laid all the papers in a neat pile on her desk. She took a quick sip from her coke and sighed.
"Tomorrow is gonna be a total… piece of crap."
She brushed her hair over her shoulder and left the room. She somewhat slammed the door as she walked out. She walked home.
As she left the nameplate on the door fell off and created an echo in the silent hallway. The gold glimmered in the light of the hallway, pronouncing the engraved letters there.
SAKURA HARUNO: RESCUE ME THERAPY
Okay, I don't know what to think about this… Do you think it was good? Bad? Happy? Sad? I like this story. If some of you are confused, Let me break it down for you.
Sasuke is a cutter. Ino is bulimic. Hiashi, a.k.a. Hinata's dad, is abusing Hinata and Neji. And Naruto feels like his fake smiling is a problem. So really they all fill out a form to a therapy. Sakura, is the therapist, and also goes to the same school. Sakura will teach Sasuke that life is good, Ino that she's beautiful, Hinata and Neji that there is hope in the world, and Naruto that the world isn't weighed on him.
So what do ya think? Is it good? Bad? A little too sad? PLEASE TELL ME! Review dammit!
Love,
Blankdreamer
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