Disclamer: Naruto and all characters in Naruto are not mine.

Someday My Sunlight Will Come

Summary: "Dad," Sakura gasped shakily between tears, "Dad, please stop… Mom! Help! Please, Please stop this pain for me!" Sakura, outcast, cheerleaders' personal punching bag; at home: dad's personal punching bag. Can the popular football jock, Uzumaki Naruto, save Sakura from her hell? Or will he be like the rest and turn his head in disgust? Warning: Language, Abuse, drugs, attempted rape.

Typical Day

It was six in the morning. The medium-sized green digital alarm clock started buzzing throughout the sixteen year old's room. In almost a blink of an eye, the girl snapped her hand on the "off" button of her alarm clock. She couldn't risk the chance of waking her parents up; no, that would mean certain punishment. The pink haired girl allowed a tiny yawn/sigh escape her light pink lips. She slowly, and might I say stealthily, crawled out of bed; making sure to create the least possible amount or "cricks" and "squeaks" from her rundown mattress. She tiptoed her way to her closet and pulled out an old pair of blue jeans, that looked like its been through the wash one too many times, a non-form fitting blue tee, and a light green hoody. The hoody hid the scars. Hid her life from the outside world. After putting on her selected clothing, she made her way to her mirror.

Ugly. I'm Ugly. My existence is ugly.

In truth though, with care, Haruno Sakura could be one of the most beautiful girls at school; however, she gave up caring for herself a long time ago. It was unfortunate, for she had all the natural features celebrities would pay a fortune to have. And some do. Her skin could be perfection if she invested a little in a moisturizer. Her unique pink her could be flawless and full of shine; if she gave a damn about the shampoo and conditioner she used. Her face could be at utmost perfection if she used the right makeup to "enhance" her natural beauty, and if she didn't hide behind those oversized glasses. But her eyes, those emerald eyes, were begging her to bring back the spark to them. But she lost the light to her eyes years ago.

After grabbing her light tan messenger bag she began her way towards the stairs. When her decent was over, she walked into the kitchen; made a simple turkey sandwich, and then silently walked out her house. Sakura hated the bus. The bus meant up to an hour and a half of torture from her fellow class-mates. Sakura couldn't afford a car or a bike. So her only option was to walk the eight miles to school. This wasn't so bad; nevertheless, it was miserable during winter. Luckily autumn was still thick in the air. The tree leaves read no later than October 7th.

The walk towards school, today, was quite pleasant for the pink haired girl. The weather was a nice crisp 68 degrees. Her somewhat good mood was shattered when Konoha High School came into sight. School. How she hated school. It wasn't like she didn't like to learn, actually she was interested in learning new topics. Learning wasn't the problem. "Bitch," "Ugly," "Pathetic loser," and whatever unoriginal and sometimes original names her peers decided to call her made her school life undesirable. But names can only do so much to Sakura, no names weren't the main problem. The cheerleaders had found some enjoyment in tormenting the unfortunate teen. In the bathroom they would slam her against walls, throw their used tampons at her, and stick their pads on her clothing. A large amount of Konoha High enjoyed bullying her too.

Sakura was an outcast.

Sometimes the jocks enjoyed playing a game called "douse the pinkie," in which they would pour whatever form of liquid they had with them upon her head. Lets just say high school rough.

Haruno Sakura started to enter the main gates of the school. She was early so not too many people were there yet. She sighed in relief when she realized that. She made her war towards the two large glass doors that guarded Konoha High. Once she was inside she would be trapped; trapped for the next eight or so hours. Sighing the girl pushed one of the doors open. When inside she noticed a certain blond haired cheerleader who made her life hell. Luckily said blond was to immersed in flirting with a guy to notice, or care, about Sakura.

"Sasuke…. Last night was amazing. I didn't know you were even capable of that." Ino purred.

"Hhn. I felt like trying something new." Sasuke said in a so what type of voice.

"Well then I like new. But not as much as I like you."

"I like the taste of you too," Sasuke said with a smirk and then started to walk away.

Oh, how Sakura wished she hadn't just overheard that conversation! She wanted to boil her ears out. Now quite a few students started to come inside the school. The hallways started to fill up. The pink haired girl put her stuff in her locker but kept her designated books needed for math. When she began to walk down the hallway to her class- trip. She found her self face down on the floor; laughter was everywhere. "Oww… Wha?" Sakura managed to say as she tried to stand up.

"What? Is there something you want to say to me, pinkie?" A loud and obnoxious voice came from Kiba, one of the school's soccer stars.

"N-n-no….." Sakura muttered terrified, refusing to give him eye contact.

"Well then bitch, I suggest you get your fucking self out of the hall way so I can fucking pass!" Kiba more or less shouted.

"I'm s-sorry. I…. I.. I was tripped." She said defensively.

"Well no fucking duh! I tripped you!" Kiba said in a "are you stupid" voice.

"Ahahahaha that was gold!" Ino said in a high pitched voice. "Seriously Sakura, you are one ugly whore. You walk around like you're a somebody, but believe me, bitch; you are a nobody. No. Bod. Y. Understand?

"Y-yes. Please just l-let me go to… to class."

"Ok fine but you need a punishment to make sure you don't forget who you are," Sasuke butted in.

Sasuke took out a sharpie and drew on one of her green hoody sleeves: WHORE.

The onlookers and the bullies all just bursted out in cackles and started to leave the poor girl, who was near tears, and head towards their classes.

Uzumaki Naruto witnessed the event, even laughed a little, but couldn't help but feel a little dirty inside; Having said that, Naruto is no saint. He has in the past made fun of the pinkett. Sure he probably teases her the least; but none the less, he teases her. Naruto watched as Sakura started to walk towards her math class. He began to follow her. Hey, they had basically almost the same class schedule. Once the two sat down and the teacher finally arrived, class started.

"Hello Class!" Said a very cheerful Iruka.

The class just responded in groans: Obviously it was too early in the morning for these teens to think. It was halfway through Iruka's lecture, and having noticed that not too many students were participating, he decided to volunteer people.

"Hidan! What's the Quadratic Formula?"

"The hell if I knew," Hidan answered in a "I don't give a damn" way.

Typical smart-ass answer.

"Hidan, detention after class," Iruka shot back victoriously.

Typical smart-ass come back.

If it had been any other student they would try to object and try to squirm their way out of the punishment. But in all honesty Hidan didn't care. Ok, let me rephrase that. It's not that he didn't care about being punished; he just didn't care to show up to detention, and would just head to wherever the hell he wanted to when school got out. The teachers never tried to enforce the rules on him. Why? Hidan was part of a gang. A gang the school board was to afraid of getting involved with.

Sakura could not help but mentally sigh after witnessing the little dispute.

If I acted like that and got sent to detention…. Sakura thought while subconsciously pulling the sleeves of her hooey farther down her arms. If my parents found out…. especially my dad… I.. I would…. She looked around the classroom nervously; just incase anyone for some reason could read thoughts. Note to self: I need to buy some more bandages, coverup, ibuprofen, and -

RIIIIINGGGG!

The sudden sound of the overly loud bell snapped the pink haired girl from her thoughts.

"Remember Class! Homework is due in two days! And I take no exceptions."

This of course made the class groan as they made their way towards the door. Sakura was one of the first people out. She realized that being in the hallways before other students decreased the chance of her being physically harmed; being pushed against lockers hurts. Uzumaki was one of the last people in line to get out of the classroom. He swung his backpack on his back and began to walk out the door.

Sigh… Here it somas… Better just get it done and over with. The blonde boy thought.

"Naruto! Hang on a minute. I have something we need to talk about before you leave," Iruka called out to Naruto as he stepped in the way, blocking the boy from the door.

"Yes Iruka-sensei?" Narutp said with a defeated sigh.

"If you keep up the way your going… You will probably have to repeat this class. Now seeing as it is still rather early in the school year, you are rather lucky. I would suggest getting a tutor."

"I'll think about it. But honestly, Irukar-sensei, football just takes up so much of my time. Anko just won't ever give me a break! I'm training at the gym four days a week, practice four days a week, and our first game will be in a few weeks." Naruto defended.

"I know, I know. But Naruto, you're a good kid; I would hate to see you struggle with graduating in the future. I'm not forcing you, but hey, think about it. Ok?"

"I definitely will, Iruka-sensei. See you tomorrow," Naruto said as he began walking out of the door, and into the crowded hallway.

Uh Oh. This is not good. Why oh why oh why? Sakura thought to herself frantically. Why do I have to pee? I hate using the bathroom at school… Ino will probably "accidentally" flush my homework down the toilet again. But worse… what if the girls hit and kick me again?

At this thought Sakura began to tremble ever so slightly. Truth be told, after "issues" at home, Sakura has a slight fear of people. She is constantly scared that someone might try to physically harm her. One could compare her to dog that is down on it's luck, and has an abusive mast; yet the life of abuse is the only life it has known. That is Sakura. She even has a much bigger fear of men. She inwardly trembles whenever a fellow male student brushes against her, if one walks her way, and, especially, when a guy grabs her arm. These are the aftermath from her home life and from her school life. A lost puppy: Abused, tormented, and nowhere safe to hide.

Abused. Being the schools punching bag makes her life miserable. But no matter how much physical and emotional pain the girl goes through at school; it can never compare to what the physical attacks from a loved one does to the girls mental health. Being abused by someone that was supposed to love and care for her killed her inside-it changed the way she viewed the world.

Ok I can officially not hold it any longer. Sakura thought as she forced herself to walk through the bathroom door. She took to steps in, closed her eyes, and waited.

Nothing.

Slowly peeling her eyelids up, she looked around the room. No one was there. She sighed in relief and got into a stall. After relieving herself she timidly walked to her next class. Chemistry. She actually enjoyed science quite a bit. The thought of discovery interested her. She walked in the room, ignored the stairs and teasing remarks as best as possible, and took a seat towards the front. She looked at the white board behind the teacher, Ibiki, rested her chin in her left hand and prepared herself to start the class.

Someday my prince will come. Come and save me from my hell on earth…..

And that's the first chapter! Comments? Constructive criticism? Review! Thanks!