𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴 . . . txt's :: sakura

TW: crying, mental breakdown, angst
( if i missed any, please tell me! )

WORDS: 670
THIRD PERSON
MAY 6, 2019

SAKURA FREQUENTLY HAD THOSE DAYS where she was just upset, upset at life. and tired of it, tired of living this stupid life she has. she accomplished her dreams, but was it really worth it?

did sakura just have to wait until she found happiness? did she have to wait until someone would love her? would those times ever come?

the world was cruel. she hated living like this, just to please others. was she just an item in a store for people to look at? she accomplished her dreams, but was  that what she really wanted? did she really want to live like this? to be treated the way she was?

couldn't she just go home to japan, pretend this never happened? "i hate it, i hate it, i hate it.." she mumbled repeatedly, getting louder every time.

her vocal cords were beginning to hurt but she didn't care. she yelled on the top of her lungs, "i hate it!" before she fell to the ground. quiet sobs leaving her mouth. her shoulders shaking vigorously.

she looked up out of the window, the stars felt comforting. like they knew what she was going through.

she laughed at the thought of it, stars comforting people? she was pathetic. so damn pathetic. and she was crying because of her life, she was privileged to live like this, and she was crying. she was weak. so fucking weak.

she hated life, she hated everything. why couldn't she be happy? like everyone else? why was she so different?

the glow of the moonlight and the stars reflected onto the young girl's skin. her watery eyes twinkled as she looked out her window. the wind rushing through seoul, no cars to be seen.

the silence was comforting, dried tears staining sakura's cheeks. she sniffled and softly chuckled, what would it be like? what would it be like to be happy?

she ran her fingers up and down her arm, calming herself down. this always calmed her down in the adoption center, it still worked.

she sadly sighed, this was her life. she was stuck with it. there was nothing she could do, she just had to live with it.

she tapped her fingers to a familiar tune against the windowsill. she did this, watching the street below here. people began to leave their homes, it was five in the morning, where were people going? why were they up so early?

she studied each and every one of their faces, some had long dark hair others had short blonde hair. why was she doing this? why was she wasting her time watching people?

why did she feel envy to those who were smiling? all they were doing was smiling, talking on the phone, yet the japanese girl was jealous.

she looked up into the sky one last time, and the stars began to fade away. the sun climbing over a hill in the distance. this was her life, and she would learn to appreciate, one day she would.

LANA HAS SOMETHING TO SAY!

oof, angst. this is like the only chapter i like and it's rly bad,, weird. anyways, the reason kura feels this way is

TW! pedophilia !

because she barely gets recognized for her talent, only for her looks. and she saw that people were doing sexual things with just the image of her,
and obviously she's extremely uncomfortable and feels like all she is is a sex toy, used to please creepy men. i forgot to mention, SHE WAS A MINOR when this took place. (from my research, in sk you are an actual adult when you turn 19, not 18, therefore she's a minor.)

(let me add this is NOT okay, and never will be. this is a HUGE invasion of boundaries, and privacy. and is just such a shitty thing to do, please don't do that type of shit)