"N-no! Please... don't hurt me. I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG!" Right then and there I knew I regret that last sentence. I already knew what was coming.
"DON'T YOU DARE TALK TO ME LIKE THAT WAY YOU FLITHY, WORTHLESS GIRL!" his voice boomed.
It was as if his glare was going to melt the flesh off of my face. I was terrified, but somehow I was used to it. I had to go through this every day. I always prepared for it.
Suddenly I saw a motion in the air. Then this burning sting formed on my face. He just slapped me. I saw him take out a sharp, shiny object from his back pocket. It was a knife.
He trudged forward and bent down to my level and whispered, "Tonight, Haruno Sakura, is when you go to hell and suffer under devil."
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I turned off the clock. It read 6:00am. School was about to start soon and I surely didn't want to miss that, at all. Most people think of school as a torture chamber. I have to disagree with that completely. If they knew the life I lived everyday, they would see through my eyes more clearly why I had to disagree.
The person in my dream was my foster father. He's an abusive drunk. He's one of those dads that wear wife-beaters and sit on the couch all day with a beer in one hand and the remote control in the other. As for my foster mom, she was a junkie. My life could've been much better, but my real parents just had to die in a car crash when I was seven. It seems my life has been a never ending nightmare ever since they died. It's been pretty harsh over the past years. I guess Kami-sama hates me that much.
Oh, by the way, I'm Sakura Haruno, for anyone who didn't know. I'm sixteen and I'm a junior attending Hokage High in Forks, Washington. I'm probably not the luckiest girl in the world, but I've learned to live with it. Being raised by a messed up family taught me how to face reality by myself whether I liked it or not. I've learned many lessons that I'm sure I'll cherish in the future. I've learned that no matter how much you care people are just jackasses. I've had my ups and downs in life, but hey, who hasn't?
I'm not the type of person to stand out in a crowd. People don't notice me. I'm just there. I have my own unique traits. I'm an individual, an outcast. I'm very clumsy. I trip over my own feet, and I could even choke on my own spit. This is all so cliché, but music is my life. I always found the music to be therapeutic. My headphones are my companions. They hang around my neck constantly, everywhere I go. Late at night when my dreams come to haunt me, the songs I would jam would subconsciously ban them. Growing up I was social, but I wasn't the type of person to easily open up. I guess my closest friends were never close enough. I bet to them I was emotionless.
But now, yet as imperfect as I am, I have true friends that actually care and cheer me up.
I wish for too many things to happen. Scratch that. I wish for too many things that I know will never happen. The clock now read 6:15am. I brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and dressed myself already. My backpack was settled by the door. School started at 7:00. I lived pretty close to my school, so it wasn't that long of a walk. Every morning I would wake up early to go to the park to think and reminisce a little. It helps me calm down a lot and look at the world in a better perspective. Everything happens for a reason. And when I die I'll find out all my answers to why I had such a horrible life.
The park was my sanctuary. I always sat on the swings listening to my music. It was so calming. My sanctuary and my music... to me it's a perfect match. I took another glance at my watch. It was already 6:45. Time passes by real fast when you're lost in your own world. I guess I'd better be going now.
I walked along the wet sidewalk. I looked down and I saw my distorted reflection in a puddle. (It's Forks, Washington remember? Always raining. Yes if you're asking, I got the idea from Stephanie Meyer's Twilight novel.) By the time I looked up, I arrived in the school parking lot. I saw the population of teens grow as time passed by. My eyes searched for two certain people.
"Hey Sakura-chan! Over here!" he waved, with a sheepish grin. I ran towards them, a sudden smile plastered on my face.
"Hey guys," I said.
"Konichiwa, Sakura-chan!" Hinata replied. She seemed happy today.
"Hey faggot," Sai retorted. Then he hugged me. (Surprise! Thought it was Naruto huh?)
These two are my guardian angels. They're the only people that actually know the real me.
"Oi Sakura! Did you do the math homework yesterday?" Sai scratched his head. There was an animated sweat drop visible.
"Yes... why?"
"Ehehe... Can I borrow some answers?"
"Oh. That's all? Sure." I said.
"THANKS SAKURA-CHAN! YOU REALLY ARE THE BEST! WOOOOOHT." Sai shouted.
"Sai! SHUT UP! You're too loud." I whacked him on the head.
"Sorry..." Sai was busy writing down the answers on his sheet of paper. I was closer to Sai than Hinata. It's pretty weird. But at the same time, I can tell Hinata anything and she would understand.
"Anyway, Hinata, how was your day?" I started to converse with her.
"It was fine.. I guess. Just a regular day like any other. Nothing special happens anymore." she stated. Just then her cellphone vibrated in her pocket. She quickly took it out and flipped it and sighed, "It's Neji. Excuse me one minute."
Whilst she was one the phone, I crept up behind Sai to see how he was doing. He was almost finished, just needed to write down seven more problems.
I stood in front of those two, observing them. I turned my head to the right, and I saw something fast coming at me. I heard wheels on the concrete floor. I closed my eyes and waited for the hard impact, but nothing came. I opened my eyes. This gorgeous looking boy was standing in front of me, a skateboard in one hand.
"Sorry. Are you alright?" His eyes looked concerned. Those intoxicating, light blue eyes. I looked at him, he looked at me. We stared at each other. We got lost in each other's eyes.
"Yeah, she's alright, Gaara." (Surprise... again.) Sai came up to the situation and put his arm around me. He gave the Gaara boy an icy glare. I looked around and saw that everyone was heading inside to go to their classes. Phew! Saved by the bell.
That boy that almost crashed into me... he's so mysterious. He gives off this.. this vibe, and I actually like it. I felt like touching his skin. I wanted to be closer to him. I wanted him to just hold me. I wanted him to never let go, even if the sky fell and the world came to an end.
Gaara's the name huh? Hmm... I like that name.
