Wow. Never thought I'd be doing this. I've put this off way too long! lol

And I'm sorry if its a little vague here...Don't worry I'll clear it up in the next chapter as best I can. Like I said In the summery, first chapter! Please be nice :]

Oh, and by the way, this chapter is short and sweet, but very angsty. Child Abuse and Rape. You've been warned.

You're in poor Sasuke's little mind. He's traumatized.

All characters in this story belong to Massashi Kishimoto. I do not own Naruto.

And so, without further ado...

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Leave me alone. Just leave me alone.

You've taken everything from me. My friends, my family, even my future. But do you care? No.

you don't even look at me. Because you've done this so many times before. You like this, don't you?

You're cold, aren't you? This place makes you cold. that's why you don't like coming down here (even though I live down here.). But you still like hurting me, just me. Why me?

Yeah, I see it in your face. You LOVE hurting me. You like to make me scream. You grin whenever I grovel in the corner, and you laugh when you see my tears. Then, when you really want to hurt me, you start coming into me. I still cry, but now you want me to scream. You want me to say you name, but I don't want to say it. It's an ugly name.

But you don't stop. You keep going until I say your name...

...and I always do. But you like me best. "Cuz I'm not broken."

I feel broken.

Then you leave, and I'm in a mess. You like this, don't you?

I can't walk cuz it hurts so much. It's wet, and I'm sweating and crying. I can't stop crying. I want to stop crying. I can't breathe cuz my nose is full of blood. I choke in my own life-water.

I want to die, but they won't let me. Why? What am I to them?

Then he comes back with his 'big' friends and they take turns on me. Sometimes they're so impatient they both go at the same time, like now.

And I can't breathe with those two inside me. And I can't see in this darkness. And I can't scream with him in my mouth.

Then after a lifetime, the three of them are done and my naked body is trembling and I'm drenched with sweat and something else and their sweat. And they're licking me everywhere...

And then they start beating me up. All I see is red and black. I taste blood in my mouth and I can feel bruises starting to form. They cut me, they bite me, they punch me, slap me, stab me...

They knock me up against the wall and put some funny smelling thing to my nose, and all of a sudden I'm floating. But somehow, I don't feel better. Isn't that what dope is supposed to do to you? They throw me on my little bed and and make me lie down and 'look cute.'

click, click. Click, click, click...

They lick me. Click. They bite me. Click. I touch them. Click. They kiss me. Click click. They fuck me. Click.

Then they leave.

I can't move. I can't move. I'm so tired.

It hurts so much. What did they call me again...? oh, that's right, the Silentius. I think it should be Tener Infractus. It's how I feel, anyway.

I make it to my little pathetic excuse for a bed. It's all wet, and I know I shouldn't, but I start to cry. I shouldn't cry. I should be used to this by now. If I don't stop they'll kill me for sure.

But why can't I stop crying?

I curl up into my little bed, the moonlight creeping into my window. I can hear the men and their partners dancing and laughing in drunken stupor. I hear the women seducing the men...

I hear so many things. I wonder if I cut off my ears. Maybe that will block out the sound.

Then I remember a little boy who used to be in the cell next to me, who had already tried that. And it backfired... I shivered, and I hope I never have the fate that little boy had. What was his name...?

It doesn't matter. Little things like names don't matter anymore. Everyone else has grasped that. Why can't I?

I glanced at the moon, my only hope. Was she looking at me too? Could she see me down here?

But hope is a dangerous thing.

My eye-lids start fluttering while the pain subsides due to my consciousness sinking into oblivion...

And I remember him again. Whenever I think of him I fall into a deep, peaceful sleep.

I don't want to wake up.

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Poor little Sasuke. The mind of the oppressed. I was really depressed when I typed this up.

Silentius-It's Latin for The Silencer.

Tener Infractus- The Tenderly Broken.

R&R