Just Breathe

Chapter 1: Revelations

WalkingOnDaisys; I took a very long break from writing on here, and this is my... comeback if you will, lol.

Disclosure; I do not own Naruto or any of it's characters.

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Thump...Thump...Thump

The sound of my heartbeat is the only thing i hear

Thump...Thump...Thump

My back is searing in pain

Thump...Thump...Thump

" When will this end?" is my only thought.

Thump...Thump...Thump

Just let me go.

please.

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"SAKURA, GET THE FUCK OUT OF BED!" A brutal voice bellowed

I jumped out of bed in a panic,heart racing and knees trembling as try to make the bed before inspection.

I can't handle anymore of the consequence, I absentmindedly rub on a jagged scar on my forearm.

Enough of that, I jump to making my bed look as presentable as you can possibly make a cardboard box look.

which might i add, isn't that spectacular.

My sheet is folded into a tight triangle and placed onto of my only pillow. It had seen better days but it was the only thing I still had

from him. my eyes glisten at just the thought of him, the only beckon of hope i had.

That's all over with now, Garett had made sure of that.

Garett, my...er how should i say this "owner".

My heart began to race all of the sudden, my vision blurred, my nerves began to light up on fire.

shit, not now

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Flashback

I can't breathe, my throats closing up.

I fell off my swing as my heart began to race.

"MOMMY" I screamed on top of my lungs

My head began to panic, thoughts racing at a million miles a minute

"MOMMY I CAN'T BREATHE, HELP ME"

My mother raced up to my sprawled out form, her red hair cascading over her shoulder

as she leaned down to check on me, a bewildered expression on her face.

"Sakura, What's wrong?!" voice laced with adrenaline

" I feel like i can't breath, my heart burns and I'm scared mommy" my lips trembled as tears

pouring out of my emerald green eyes.

" just breathe baby, i had these when i was your age, take one breath in, count to ten and then breathe out, you can do it baby"

she whispered this into my ear while pushing my curly pink tresses out of my face.

"just breathe"

End Flashback

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Breathe in, 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10, breathe out

Breathe in, 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10, breathe out

Breathe in, 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10, breathe out

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My heart stopped racing and my head began to stop spinning.

I hated when i get these, stupid panic disorder. This was the main reason why Garett could

never sell me to a buyer. Poor fucker, never knew what type of child he stole when

he did he monthly rounds. I can still remember his trouble with Hinata.

Couldn't get anyone to bite due to her studder, he eventually found some sick freak after 4 long years, who apparently had

a daughter just like her and he got turned on by the studder.

Garett has been especially rough on me for the past few weeks.

"You've been here the longest" her inner chimmed in .

Internalizing he words, unwanted at best, it does make sense. He's been itching to sell me since he got me, he thought i'd go

fast, that's why he took me in the first place.

I stood back and looked into the old cracked mirror that i had found behind a dumpster, that was currently leaning against the grey scuffed up walls.

I had beautiful pink hair that cascaded down my back in soft spiral curls, a willowy figure that would be a on a ballerina, asides from

my chest that is, my large emerald eyes with long dark eyelashes were defiantly a plus for a garett but no body wanted a girl

that would freak out for no reason. I got better at handling it as i got older, with me being so close to 18 now i was hard to sell.

Most of the "buyers" wanted fresh young little things that were no older that 12 or 13.

Defiantly past my prime.

I always wished at the back of head that maybe, just maybe Garett would have a moment of weakness and let me go when i turned

18. I had even had him agree to it at one point. Just two weeks to go and we'd know if Garett would let me go.

I hope so, but hope defiantly wasn't something i had a lot of these days.

Loud Pudgy feet that were currently bounding down the hall and abruptly stopped at my door had brought me out of my

stupor.

My eyes frantically checked my surrounding making sure everything was in place.

my "bed" was tiddy and neatly pressed up against a bare wall where 3 empty "bed" sat horizontally to it.

No one had occupied the older room besides me in a long while, my last room-mate had been sold last week.

Poor little Ino had balled her eyes out, we had been here at the "institution" together for quite some time.

We were the lat of our group that hadn't been sold, and we bonded in that.

The past is the past, and we'll always share our memories.

This room was my hell it looks exactly the same as it had that night.

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Flashback

My eyes stung with tears, and burned from the blindfold that had been placed on me just a few hours...maybe days before.

I don't know what time it is or even what day it is.

A rough and scratchy hand grasped my forearm and yanked my out of a trunk (?), and placed me upright on the ground. He yanked me again,

this time having me trail behind him. We walked for awhile, not quite sure for how long, we had taken a total of 589 paces, so can't be that far

from the car/truck/thing. He threw open a door and shoved me inside, my numb legs billowing under me and crashing to the floor. The man yanked

me by my hair until i was standing again and pulled me up a pair of stairs, my feet catching every corner on the way up. My 11

year old frame couldn't keep up with his pace, and the man was getting frustrated with me, i could tell by the grasp getting

more forceful with every step we took.

We finally made it off of the stair, the main opened a door and threw me inside, once again crashing onto the floor.

my lips trembled with fear.

"what's going on?"

"what's happening?"

"am i gonna die here?"

"who are you?"

I was panicking again, and i couldn't breathe.

The man ripped off my blindfold, and left out of the door he came form.

Leaving only a threat in his wake

End Flashback

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My door was thrown open, Garett stepped through the threshold, his black eyes and scruffy red pudgy face

slyly looking at me .

He left as quickly as he had came, saying only one thing before he left.

"Sold"

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WalkingOndaisys: I really hope you guys liked this, i have a few chapters already written out, so this will for sure be finished, it feels

so nice to write again, I hope you guys liked it! R&R 3