Haven't written in a looong time so I'm probably kind of rusty. I hope you guys enjoy this. If you think it's good enough I'll keep going. :)

Why do they hate me so much? She thought. Their eyes, they mocked her. Their lips curled back in derisive grins. It seemed as if thousands of voices were whispering around her, once in a while stopping to let out taunting laughs. The rose headed girl quickly walked down the hall, her emerald eyes darting around, trying to find the classroom where she could get away from their judging eyes. An unseen hand came from nowhere and pushed the books out of her shaking arms. The books scattered all across the hall with loud thumps and the sound of fluttering pages. She quickly bent down and started to pick up the books. As she reached for the last one, a foot stomped down on her wrist and the book was torn away from her hand. The girl let out a cry as the foot crushed down upon her delicate bones.

"I don't think you'll be needing this." A male voice whispered close to her ear. Suddenly the five minute bell rang, letting the students know that they had better go to their classrooms if they didn't want to be late for class. Almost as if nothing had happened, all of the students start bustling away to their destinations, not even giving one last glance to the watery-eyed girl sitting with her head bowed in the middle of the hallway.

Wiping the few tears that had managed to escape, the pink-haired girl scooped up her remaining books and quickly finished walking to class. As she entered her first class she quickly found a seat toward the front. What am I going to do now? He stole my Chemistry book... The girl began to go deep into thought.

"Sakura Haruno...Sakura..." Mr. Abukara tried to get the girl's attention. "Sakura!" Suddenly Sakura was pulled out of her sweet daydream to meet the eyes of her instructor.

"Sorry Mr. Abukara. Here." Sakura apologized softly. He nodded curtly and continued to call roll. Sakura fell back inside of herself, thinking about the jerk who had stolen her book. His name? Ryou Akimoto, one of the most popular guys at Kasai High. He came from an incredibly powerful and rich family naturally. His father was one of the most renowned lawyers in the region, taking in high paying clients, and heigh profile cases. Ryou thought just because his dad was a big shot that he was king of the world too. The worst part about the whole situation was that the asshole was in Sakura's lab group and to top it off, all the teachers loved him.

"Ok everyone, today we are going to do a quick book check!" Mr. Abukara exclaimed, his eyes lighting up. Sakura's heart sank. "Remember everyone, if you don't have your book on book check days, your grade goes down a full letter!" Sakura could hear Ryou's group in the back chuckling darkly. Oh God...why are you doing this to me?

"Everyone hold your books up please." Mr. Abukara instructed. Everyone except Sakura held up their books. The teacher gave the rose-haired girl a dissappointed expression and looked at her over his half rim glasses. "Sakura...Where is your Chemistry book?" He questioned.

"Ryou took if from me in the hall." She whispered softly, her eyebrows furrowing in worry. She knew what was coming next.

"Mr. Abukara, I would never do such a thing!" Ryou shot the instructor one of his million dollar smiles. Of course the charm worked.

"Sakura, you are a Junior in high school. The blame game has no place here. I'm sorry but your grade is going to have to come down." Mr. Abukara pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose and entered Sakura's new grade into the computer. She now had a B. My parents are going to kill me! "I would also like you to apologize to Mr. Akimoto."

"But Mr. Abukara he really does have my b-" Sakura started sadly.

Mr. Abukara's voice lowered dangerously, his eyes flashing. "Ms. Haruno, if you do not apologize right now, I will lower your grade down to a C." The class Oooooh'd in mockery. Sakura's green eyes glazed over. Her voice was barely above a whisper. "I'm..." Her lower lip trembled. "...S-sorry Ryou." Sakura felt completely defeated. Not only did the students abuse her, but the teachers did too. The teacher instructed everyone to get into their lab groups to work on a stoichiometry assignment. Sakura slowly turned her head to look at her lab group. There sat Ryou, grinning like a vicious wolf. Sakura focused on the other members. They had the same expression. Her blood ran cold as she stared at their mouths. She slowly got up and approached the group, gripping the assignment so hard the paper crinkled audibly.

"Well Sakura, to make up for your rudeness, how's about you do the assignment all by yourself and give us the answers?" Ryou whispered crudely. Sakura slowly lowered herself into the desk that was unfortunately right next to the bastard.

She met his coal black eyes with glazed ones. "No." She murmured and took up her pencil to begin on the assignment. She would have to get several perfect scores to bring her grade back to an A. Ryou smirked. "Fine, be that way." He sat back in his hair and combed his fingers through his dark hair nonchalantly and his friends did the same.

Sakura managed to finish the assignment before the hour was done and put her paper in the tray just as the bell was ringing. She quickly went back to her original seat and packed up all of her belongings, running to her next class before anyone could stop her. Little did Sakura know, Ryou took her paper as soon as she left, and copied all of the answers down. He then carefully erase some parts of her work and replaced it with incorrect answers. Just as he turned the paper back in, Mr. Abukara turned to look at him. Ryou flashed yet another charming grin. "Have a great weekend Sir!" and quickly left the room.

Sakura went through the rest of her as usual, alone. She had no one. Every person that had tried to become her friend was subjected to the same bullying she dealt with day in and day out. New students were warned to stay away from her if they knew what was good for them. Before she knew it, the lunch bell rang. Everyone in her English class stampeded out of the room like a bunch of wild animals. She put away her things in her locker. As soon as she shut the door she realized someone had written on in in permanent marker. The words "SLUT" and "WHORE" were scrawled in red. She futilely tried to wipe the words away with her fingers. A couple months before someone had scribbled "CUNT" on her locker, and the school had made Sakura pay to have the door replaced. She put her face in her hands, her pink locks falling limply, hiding her face. It took everything in Sakura's power not to let herself cry. Taking a few deep breaths, she lifted her had slightly and started dragging her feet toward the lunch room. When she entered most of the people had already sat down to eat their food.

Sakura picked a table as far away from everyone as possible and took out her lunch. It consisted of a simple turkey sandwich and an apple. Most days she was too depressed to eat. She hoped that today was going to be a quiet day and that everyone would be preoccupied with their own shit. But today was not going to be that day.

"HEY SLUT!" A familiar voice yelled from across the cafeteria loud enough to quiet the entire room. Sakura did not raise her head, she kept it down and kept quietly biting into her sandwich hoping that if she did not respond, she would be left alone. "STUPID PINK-HAIRED WHORE! I'M TALKING TO YOU!" Sakura's heart started to race. Why won't they just leave me alone? What have I ever done to them? Just ignore them Sakura and maybe they'll stop. Sakura decided to look up for just a moment. It was a huge mistake. What met her were hundreds of piercing eyes. Everyone, every single person inside the lunch hall, even the lunch ladies were staring at her, as the queen bitch of the school screamed at her. Natsumi Nakamura was the female equivalent to Ryou. Naturally they were boyfriend and girlfriend. She was the cheerleading captain and he was a the captain of the soccer team. She was a blonde bombshell. Golden locks reaching down just pass her shoulders, sparkling blue eyes, a perfect hourglass figure. Her skin was perfectly smoothed and tanned. Sakura silently hoped she died of skin cancer, for how much time she spent in tanning beds.

If anything Sakura felt she was the one who was a slut. Natsumi wore a short black skirt that hardly covered her ass, a tiny tee that said "Kiss me, I'm the captain ;)", and three inch silver heels. Sakura thought she looked like a prostitute.

Natsumi stood up from her spot at the popular table and started walking over to Sakura. Her friends quickly followed suit. She projected her voice so everyone in the room could hear her. "Hey Sakura, is that just your face or did your neck throw up?"

"No Natsumi, I think her parents are just brother and sister, that's why she looks so hideous!" said the red head next to her. Everyone in the room laughed. Sakura looked all around the room and she couldn't escape the horrible mirth of the faces around her. Everyone was laughing, even the other losers of the school. She had no friends to back her up, she had no one. Even the lunch ladies were giggling.

"All of you are horrible! Go to Hell!" Sakura cried out as tears started to gather in her emerald orbs. The three girls approaching her reared their heads in uproarious laughter. Natsumi's head snapped back down so she could look at Sakura.

"Bitch, save your breath for your blow up boyfriend." Said the dark haired girl to Natsumi's right. Now the girls were right in front of her, three in a row, towering over her. Natsumi ripped Sakura's sandwich from her hands and smear it all across the her face, and proceeded to also take the small milk Sakura had and dump it all over her head. The cackling grew louder and louder from everyone in the room. Now Sakura was completely breaking down into deep sobs. Natsumi bent over putting her arms down onto the table where it wasn't went and put her face in them. She pouted her limps with a pretend sad face. "Aww, what's wrong Sakura? Feeling sad?" Natsumi nodded her head mockingly and looked directly into Sakura's reddened puffy eyes. "I've got an idea, how about you play a little game when you get home to make yourself feel better. Russian roulette with all the chambers loaded!" She stood up and threw her head back with a cackle so evil, it would make Satin look like Jesus.

Natsumi turned to the crowd of students and started a vicious chant. "Whore, whore, whore, whore, whore..." Soon the entire place joined in, even the lunch ladies. It was a loud roaring noise. "WHORE, WHORE, WHORE, WHORE." Sakura stood up, her legs and arms shaking, feeling like noodles. She couldn't stop the tears anymore. Please...Please...

"STOP! PLEASE STOP! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?" Sakura screamed in near hysterics, hot tears streaming down her face. She could feel the milk drying in her hair, crusting it. Suddenly it felt like the room started to spin. "WHORE, SLUT, WHORE, SLUT!" That's all she could hear. Her vision was blurred. She stumbled backwards, tripping over her own feet that felt like bricks. No matter where she turned, she saw condescending eyes looking at her, chanting the hurtful words. Sakura did the only thing she knew, she ran. Before she knew where she was going, she realized she was in the bathroom. She slowly walked over to the mirror and looked at herself. Her face had pieces of bread, meat, and mustard all over it, and her pink hair was crusty with the dried milk. Her eyes were swollen and red from crying and she looked like a ghost. Sakura let her shoulders fall and let her head hang back. She closed her eyes. If this would all just disappear.

Suddenly Natsumi and her group of friends came hurdling through the door. Sakura stared at their reflections in the mirror. They stared back at with smirks on their faces. Natsumi put a hand on her hip.

"Hey Sakura, looks like you've got a little something in your hair, let's clean that up for ya!" Sakura gave her a confused expression, but then it hit her, but it was too late. "GRAB HER!" The blonde commanded. The two girls jumped at Sakura and grabbed her by the arms.

"Let me go!" Sakura screamed and kicked as they dragged her to the last stall. It was notoriously known to be the place where all the girls with the eating disorders would purge. The girls dragged her right up to the toilet bowl. Sakura looked in horror at the inside of the bowl. Someone hadn't flushed properly and there were still remnants of puke.

"Oh my God, that is so disgusting!" The redhead wrinkled her nose and pretended to gag.

"Her face looks like God puked and let it sit for a few months, so it's only appropriate that we shove her face in some!" Sakura continued to struggle, kick, and scream, but to no avail. She heard the sounds of rubber snapping and looked up to see Natsumi putting on a rubber glove. They had obviously planned this out way ahead of time. She grabbed a huge chunk of Sakura's rose hair and wrapped it around her gloved hand.

"Let go of me you stupid bitch!" Sakura shrieked. She tried to get her arms free again, but the two girls only clamped down harder on them.

"Pull her up." Natsumi commanded harshly. The girls did what she told them. The blonde dug her nails into the back of Sakura's head and shoved her head down into the dirtied toilet water. "Bon appetit Sakura!" Natsumi proceeded to pull Sakura's head in and out of the toilet water and the poor girl could do nothing about it. Sakura could feel the chunks of slightly digested food splash against her face at each down stroke and it took everything within for her not to puke herself. After what seemed like an eternity, Natsumi shoved her head down for one last time and flushed. Sakura could feel the nasty water rush away from her head and felt her hair pulled toward the hole. With a kick to the gut, Sakura was left alone. The girls exited the room and Sakura was left to cry. She slumped against the tiled wall and sobbed. Why did she even try any more? Everyone hated her. EVERYONE. All the students, the teachers, her parents. She was the scum of society.

As soon as the bell rang for the students to go back to class, Sakura slowly pulled herself up off the floor and dragged her feet as she came out of the stall. Her head was wet with pieces of half digested food in her hair. She threw her head into the sink and rinsed her hair the best she could. I can't go back to class...I can't stay here...I just want to...die...

Sakura slowly raised her head. Maybe they were right, maybe she should play Russian Roulette with all the chambers loaded. She stared at her own reflection. Her emerald eyes were so dead. Sakura felt the world slowly full away as she walked out of the bathroom, and out the front doors of Kasai High.

Outside the air was cold. It was still winter. Snow crunched beneath Sakura's feet as she swiftly walked down the side walk leading away from the school. She could feel the odd sensation of her pink locks freezing in the brisk wind. The tears that had fallen since she had left the school began to freeze to her delicate cheeks.

Before she knew it, Sakura was downtown. The streets were busy and She had to cross the street in order to get home. The cross walk sign still had an orange stop hand up, so she waited. She realized she was beginning to shiver. It was so cold outside, but she refused to go back to the school. I'd rather die that go back there... Suddenly the cross walk sign lit up with the word "WALK" in white. Sakura began to cross.

Slightly down the road a man in a small pickup truck talked on his cell phone. The last he saw, the light was green. He was having a loud and vicious fight with this wife and his eyes were not on the road. The speed limit was thirty-five, but he was going sixty.

Sakura slowly walked across the crosswalk. A single tear cascaded down her cheek as she fell deep inside herself. "I just...want to die..." She whispered softly. Suddenly she heard a horn blare and the sound of wheels screeching, trying but failing to stop. Sakura watched as a huge red pickup was about to slam into her tiny frame.

"So you want to die little Blossom...?" A silky deep voice whispered seemly all around her. On a dime everything stopped, seemingly frozen in time. The fender of the truck barely graced Sakura's ribs. Her eyes flew open in shock. She looked about. Everything was frozen. All of the cars were completely stopped, all of the people were suspended in various positions of walking, the birds hung in the sky like they were held there by string. After a few moments Sakura felt a presence behind her, an ominous one. All Sakura could do was stand there as the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She became aware that the only part of her body she could move was her head. Everything below her neck was paralyzed.

Sakura slowly turned her head to look at who … or what was behind her. Emerald orbs were met with blazing crimson eyes. She let out a scream, but it was all in vain,because everything was frozen and no one would be able to help her. Instantly she felt her mouth close without her control and her lips seal shut. Her heart felt like it was about to jump out of her chest. She eyes quickly wandered around her assailant. He had long silky black hair tied back in a pony tail and bangs framing his face, a strong jaw line, a face that almost seemed to be chiseled from marble. Wings the color of night flowed out from his back, gently resting at his sides. He wore a black button down shirt that was only partially buttoned, allowing her to see his rock hard body. All of this aside she was completely terrified.

"Hello Sakura. My name is Itachi Uchiha. Are you ready to die?" His silky voice mesmerized her as well as put her into deeper terror. Due to the fact that her mouth was sealed shut, she had no chance of answering. Even if she could speak she probably wouldn't have been able to say anything that would have made any sense. The dark haired man smiled darkly, showing a pair of fangs. He grabbed the sides of her head gently and turned it back to the truck fender gently touching her ribs. Her heart somehow continued to beat faster. Sakura felt as though she would faint any moment.

"Look at everything Sakura. The birds, the people, this vehicle that is a centimeter away from killing you. Isn't it strange how everyday objects take on a different quality when they are frozen in time?" He gently whispered. "Everything seems almost harmless in this state, wouldn't you agree?" He forced her head to face him again and looked deep into her fearful emerald pools. "But..." Itachi turned her head back to face the truck once again. He lifted on of his hands away from her soft little face and snapped his fingers. All of the sudden everything came back to life and the truck started to move again, but not a millisecond later Itachi snapped his fingers again. Sakura was breathing rapidly through her nose, because her mouth was still sealed shut. Her heart pounded again its cage. "...In truth everything is in delicate suspension, and a simple snap of the fingers could mean certain death." He chuckled darkly. The truck was now completely pressed again Sakura's body. Her tiny frame shook. I...I don't want to...

"You don't really wish to die do you Sakura...?" The demon asked almost condescendingly. "Well then I propose a deal. In exchange for allowing you to live, I will kill this man driving the vehicle and I will also get the privilege of terrorizing you for as long as I wish to." Itachi curled his long slender fingers around Sakura's shoulders and whispered in her ear softly.

"Do we have a deal little Blossom?"