Authors Note: Hope you guys enjoy my first serious fic! This is a story about what would've happened if Sakura's mom died. I don't own Sakura!!!
Sakura walked around her room, spying for anything that she might need on her trip, a trip that she planned to never return from. Battling sexual abuse from her father for so many years, Sakura decided it was time to take matters into her own hands to make it stop.
She was going to run away, tonight, after the her father fell asleep. Old memories started to surface her brain, back to when she was 5 years old. Little Sakura was in a hospital, with her daddy, the room smelled very sterile and was making her sneeze. Her mother, was lying in one of the hospital beds, her face gaunt, her head bald, her skin pale and sickly looking; her father, loomed over her bed, holding her tiny, frail, hand. Shy Sakura was sitting on a chair, in the corner, waiting for her mommy to go back to normal and lift her up into the air. Her mommy motioned her over to the bedside, where she held Sakura's small hand and planted one last kiss on her soft cheek before leaving the earth forever more.
Daddy began crying, and Sakura knew that her mommy had left her, never to be seen or heard from again. Daddy soon became very aggressive at home, always yelling at her and slapping her across the face when she seemed to do something wrong. Sobbing took place almost every night from her fathers room, but reminiscing now, it wasn't only her father that was crying, it was Sakura too, on the inside. The memory faded away and she was once again in her room.
Sakura realized now that her father had blamed her for the cancer that took her mothers life. It wasn't five year old Sakura's fault, and he knew that, he just needed some kind of sick therapy that would take away the pain of losing someone. After physically abusing her for about two years, he stared sexually abusing her, starting from when she was only seven years old. There were times when Sakura was small, she thought that her father never loved her, he only wanted to hurt her. Now that she was 15, she realized it was true, and was not going to take it anymore.
She was tired of hiding the burden of being raped in her own home, from her own father, she was tired of classmates treating her differently because she had no reason to have friends, or socialize in any way. It didn't help that the teachers, disliked her for being late due to her father, but they didn't know it was her father to blame. Everyone loved her father, he was the political figure of her small town, always delivering friendly smiles to every passerby.
As Sakura grew older, she stayed the same size, tiny, and weak, and that didn't help her abuse situation at all. She attended the Ninja Academy in Konoha, but her father was a very accomplished ninja, and if she ever tried to use any jutsu's against him, he would take her out faster than you could say, "Whoa." She waited for the sounds of the TV to die down and the noise of her father snoring to get louder. When she agreed that he was in fact, very much asleep. She tiptoed out of the house, being careful to miss every spot that made the floor creak. The air was cold and sharp, and made Sakura suck in her breath as soon as she stepped out. She straddled over her bicycle as quickly and as quietly as possible, and pedaled down the street. 'I don't need love to live' she kept telling herself as she turned the corner, to a hopefully better life.
Authors Note: So, whaddid ya think? Didjya like it? If you have any advice or criticism, please review!