Hey! My name is Jordan and I am new to this website but i wanna give it a try:) Plz no severely mean critisism... i'm trying... geez. xD Well, anyways here it goes... Oh wait, btw... i don't own Naruto. If i did I would create my own happy dance and dance every morning. But I don't and I'm a horrible dancer so thats a good thing. ANYWHOOO.. (again) here is the story: (all Sakura's POV)

Eight years ago…

I was having a fantastic dream about going all over the world and shopping for free cute outfits when I started to smell smoke. My eyes popped open and all I saw was yellow and orange. Everywhere I looked I saw flames. Flames were on my dresser and at my door, eating at the wood and preventing me from escaping. But most of the flames were on my bed, burning my pale skin and pink hair. I felt the immense heat all around me. I tried to get off of my bed but the sheets felt like they were tied down. I couldn't move my legs.

I started hyperventilating, sucking in mouthful after mouthful of smoke and ash. When I started to choke on all of the debris flying around in the air I got a hold of myself.

You have to move! Move, girl, or you will die, NOW! My inner self told me.

I twisted and twisted under the constricting sheets, trying to get near the edge of the bed. When I reached the edge, the sheets loosened and I fell out of bed onto the burning floor. I hopped up and briefly scanned my room for escape routes. Windows were locked and surrounded by flames and I can't hide in the closet because the flames will get me eventually. I can't stay here or I would either burn or suffocate. My last hope was my door. The flames around my door seemed to burn even higher and my courage plummeted.

It's now or never, I thought, trying to hold onto what was left of my courage.

I ran to the door and bounded through the roaring flames. I landed heavily on the floor in the hallway outside of my room. I felt numb all over. I felt hot and cold at the same time, but I was still alive. I knew I had to think about what I should do next.

I needed to somehow get all of my family out of the house safely. My sister, Yumi, and my room's are upstairs. My parent's bedroom and my five-year-old brother's room are downstairs. A short hallway connected my sister's room and my room. When we got out safely, we would both go to my parent's room and hopefully all get out safely.

Loud bangs that sounded like gunshots rang in my ears, bringing me out of my thoughts. The wood of the house must be breaking, I thought.

I ran towards Yumi's room and burst through the door. The metal doorknob burned my hand but I was filled with too much fear and adrenaline to care. I looked all around her room, but nobody was in there.

She must be out already, I told myself. She must have wanted to get out in a hurry because the covers were ripped off the bed and a lamp was knocked down on the floor.

I was turning around and about to go down the stairs when I heard a few loud bangs and then the most inhuman screams vibrated through the whole house.

"Mom! Dad!"

I raced down the stairs, trying to avoid all of the burning steps.

Please be all right, please be all right, oh please be all right, I thought frantically in my mind as I was running to my parent's room. Please be alive. Please don't be burning alive.

I opened the door and suddenly wish I hadn't.

I could have lived my whole life only feeling the guilt of my parents dying and me not seeing if they were alive than when I did check on them. That night I saw the most horrifying thing my eyes have ever saw.

When I opened the door smoke burst out. My eyes watered and I started to cough, but I had to see my parents. I had to know what that scream was about and who made it.

My eyes adjusted to the flame's light and I almost let out a blood-curling scream and staggered back a step. My hand flew up to my face and I muffled my scream. Screaming would not help in this situation.

My family was burning alive.

They were all lying on the ground while the flames consumed them and there was blood all over the floor. They all had bullet holes in them and their eyes were wide open. My sister and dad were dead, but my mom was barely alive. She looked up slowly, as if it was painful, and stared at me with terror in her eyes.

I started to go over to her but abruptly stopped when I heard a voice. "I'll ask you one more time. Where is she?"

I saw a figure dressed in all black that had a gun in his right hand and lighter fluid and matches in the other hand. He had on a belt filled with weapons of all kinds. On his face he had a gas mask to protect himself against the smoke and ashes. He was tall, muscular, and posed to kill anyone if he had to. He was talking to my mother, with his back turned to me.

He is talking about me, my instinct told me. I am so glad I picked the room that nobody can see. To get to my room after you climbed the stairs, you had to go around the corner and the door to my room is there. But when you look around the hallway, it does not look like there is a corner and the only room on the second floor is my sister's.

"I'm not saying," my mom said. "My daughter should know—she looked at me quickly—to run away from this house." The guy didn't notice my mother staring at me, so I should have ran away at that moment.

But I didn't.

Being myself, I care too much about my family to just leave them.

Against my better judgment, I took one hesitant step forward.

"Mom," I choked out.

The man whipped around and pointed his gun. His eyes would haunt my dreams forever. They were the color of freshly shed blood. My seven year-old mind saw them as monster eyes, a killer's eyes.

The man didn't tremble like he was scared to have killed a whole family. No, this guy was probably a trained assassin who always got what he wanted by killing for it.

Unfortunately, what he wanted was me.

He stared at me, checking to make sure I was the daughter. He took something small and square out of his pocket and took a long look at it. He then looked at me again, in such an intense way that a shiver was sent down my spine. He dropped the object on the floor and I stole a quick glance at it. It was a photograph of me on my first day of second grade. That photo only happened about two weeks ago.

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