~~The end is near. It could result in joy; or maybe it will end in such a heartbreaking way that you can actually feel pain in your chest. Maybe you will try horribly to fill the void that I have brought upon you. Will you ever remember me and the tale I have spun to entertain you? Or could you go on, dare I say it, living and forget about me and everything I have done?~~

Love is a hard thing to describe. Even now as I'm training with my team, I can feel it- but I can't actually describe it. It is kind of like the feeling of calmness, caring, and teamwork all rolled up into one giant feeling. That feeling overpowers you and consumes your entire being until you are drowning in it.

Our team of course has their moments where everything can go terribly wrong. But it is times like these where I really appreciate having a team to lean on. It's like our own little family. A family I never got to have.

Things have been really looking up for me. I have no idea why, but the villagers have ceased their beatings and I haven't seen someone so much as look at me. I have a hunch it might have something to do with Sasuke, Sakura, and Ino looking out for me.

Even though they haven't said anything to me about it, I know that they have figured out about the beatings and my cutting. So apparently they have taken it upon theirselves to protect me at all costs. Ino isn't on our team but I still feel like she's apart of our family.

We all eat lunch together after morning trainings. Which brings me back into the present where we are currently ending morning training.

The air is still and peaceful as we walk to our favorite ramen place. "Was training hard today for you guys?" Ino asks, interrupting the silence.

"It was okay, wasn't too hard." Sakura replies with a hint of tiredness. "It does take a lot out of you though, doesn't it?" Sasuke adds with a laugh.

"Yeah!" I pipe in, excited to be apart of a conversation. We finally arrive at the ramen place after a couple minutes of walking and light conversation.

Lunch is delicious and great as always, but I feel as if something is off. My stomach is swirling as I think about what could possibly be wrong. My gut feeling is never wrong. "I u-um think I am going to go home.." I choke out and rush to my house, slamming the door behind me.

The slam echoes throughout my apartment and my heart beats loudly in my chest. I crawl into my bathroom breathing heavily. It must just be a random panic attack, right? There is no way something must be wrong. I mean everything was finally getting better,

wasn't it?