Summery: She's always been discriminated from everyone around her. Can one guy save her and befriend her? Can she find out his deepest darkest secret[SakuraXSasuke [a.u.

Disclamier: I do NOT own any of the shows , songs or copyrighted stuff in this story. Thank you.

Author's Note: I am back from my possibly longest hiatus in history. I have come back with a new writing style , a new story idea and hopefully better grammar. Thnx. R&R. I also hope you know the difference between italics and normal font. )
Italics: Flashback/Past
Normal: Present Time

Love For The Dead – Intro.

I looked up at my father as he had his arm raised above my head. I being only six years old dint understand what I had done wrong. I felt tears roll down my rosy cheeks. He threw his beer bottle down and walked out of the room yelling at me to clean up the mess he had made.

"But Daddy." I looked at him with beady eyes kind of shaking back and fourth. He looked at me and came up to my face looking down at me. He pulled my head back by my silky pink hair.

"But nothing little girl. Go pick up that sticking mess before I hurt you more then I already have. No GO!!!" He screamed at me and I ran into the room getting on my knees and felt the small shards of glass poke my pale skin. I bleed a little and I winced at the pain. I tried to ignore it. I held the many shards of glass from the brown beer bottle in my hands.

'This hurts my hands..' I thought to myself cause if it was said aloud well…wouldn't end nicely now. I dropped the glass into the waste basket and the shards cut my hands as they fell leaving about15 cuts in all. I bit my lip lightly to make the pain go away but it would go. I walked back to my room as my dad spit at me missing thank goodness. I shut my door behind me and just cried. Cried like no tomarra…

I walked out of the shower. Water dripping down my body and onto the bedroom floor. I was an outcast from the society. I got dressed in my normal school uniform and made my way out the door when my father was sitting at the table feet kicked up onto the table. Hes nothing but a old man now. Still abusive as ever. Even though im 15.

"May explaining why breakfast isn't ready this morning Sakura Dear/" he asked in a serious tone as he gave my that 'look.' I looked away trying not to meet contact with him.

"Daddy I have to go to school today sorry I have to g-go." I said stuttering and walked out of my small home in a dark neighborhood. I walked down the street stroking my pink hair looking down at the tan path. I couldn't believe how much of a waste my life is. I go to school to get picked on and made fun of and come home to be abused and worked to death. Enslaved.

"Well its my freshmen year I will make this a good year I will!" I said walked into the big high school building. I felt the small clip-clop of my shoes against the floor. I ignored it making my way to homeroom. Who knows maybe ill make friends this year?

How was it? Bad? Good? Worth Continueing? Please tell me if I should continue future chapters will be much longer thank you '.

-Roxy.