WELCOME! ^.^ So glad you could all make it! This is just an idea that popped into my head a few weeks back and I haven't read anything like this before so I thought I'd give it a shot and see where it goes from there! This chapter is just a real quick intro so I hope you like it! Let me know your thoughts it would be much appreciated!

DISCLAIMER: If I owned Naruto it would be a whole lot worse than it is! XD

~.S.U.~

"I-In-I-Ino, i-i-it hap-p-ppened-d a-aga-again!" The pinkette sobbed into the phone as quietly as she could, careful not to wake the Uchiha currently passed out on the love seat.

"What?" Ino hissed back, "Sakura! This has been going on for way too long! You have to do something!"

"Bu-"

"No! No buts! I'm coming to get you right now! You're staying with me for a while." Sakura felt panic rise into her chest like a fire in the dead of Winter.

"No. No Ino." She stammered, trying to sound as defiant as she could possibly be, "That will only make him madder."

"Then we'll file for a restraining order or something!" Ino tried to reason with her best friend.

"NO!" A groan from a few feet away caused Sakura's neck to snap to attention and cautiously look for any signs the boy on the couch was waking, "No," She whispered covering the mouth piece with her hand, "it won't work. I'll come stay with you alright, but I have to talk to him in the morning."

She heard a huff from the other end of the line.

"Fine, it'll have to do for now I guess. Get yourself dressed, I'll be there in five." Then Sakura was listening to the dial tone that signaled she had been hung up on. With trembling hands she put the cell phone onto the coffee table and willed herself to stand up, well aware of the bristly feeling of freshly cut hair on the nape of her neck.

As silently as she could she tiptoed around the coffee table, carefully picking up the discarded and slightly torn clothing of hers as she went, frowning when she picked up the pale blue cardigan, it had been her favorite, and was now torn and ripped, useless.

She stalked up the stairs, skipping the one that creaked and up to hers and Sasuke's room.

She shimmied into a clean pair of underwear and managed to pull her bra on, her muscles screaming in protest as she did. Sakura heard a light snap as her bra strap fell against her pale back. She sighed. Now her favorite bra was broken as well.

A light caught her eye, she turned to see the glass of the mirror standing against the wall, reflecting her body back at her. She ran a finger over the purple and blue flesh, over the ugly scars that protruded from her skin, to the yellowing patches which would turn purple by morning from the most recent events.

Turning to the side she examined herself with a frown.

So skinny, where the only words to process through her brain as she stared at the reflection in the mirror. Pale, almost white skin, the bruises, old and new, mixing with the scars and blood from places that would soon be scars too. And the stomach, or lack there of, the girl in the mirror was practically skin and bones!

Then her hands moved up to her hair. Short, choppy and un-styled, just another result of what had been, and what could have been prevented.

No. This was not her. Not what she used to be. Not what she should be. Not what they could be.

~.S.H.~

And there you go! ^.^ Tell me what you think and I'll give you a cookie!