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She ran down the wet street, her hair soaked and her tears mixing in with the rain. How could she fall for someone so stupid, was the only question running through her head. He seemed charming at first, but didn't seem so after that night. He told her he was going to kill her, along with what was growing inside her. All she was thinking was run, run, run as he lost control, she knew if she didn't she would soon be dead.
She was an idiot for falling for him, but also a fool, for forgetting that he could sense her chakra, as she ran. She suddenly felt a kunai knife pierce her left shoulder and she fell to the ground, but soon got up, and started to run again.
I told you, Sakura, you would die, along with our unborn child he had said the night before she ran away. She couldn't stand it, how could someone so nice be so mad at the world, when it has done nothing, but give him his basic needs?
And it was her stupid mistake that she was soon going to be dead. The tears fell off her chin onto her chest. She had grown through out the years, but had no memory of her childhood. She vividly remembered an older man and two boys, but nothing else. She had traveled ever sinceshe was fifteen, believing him, that she was his wife, even though she was young.
She had no memory of her parents, friends, or distant family. She fell to her knees as another kunai knife hit her shoulder, but she knew she had to get up, she needed to get herself to safety, because he wasn't protecting her anymore. He was her enemy. Those few words had changed her mind so much about him, I told you, Sakura, you would die, along with our unborn child.
Two more kunai knives hit her lower back, but as long as they didn't hit he stomach she would keep running, she had to keep living for her child's sake. She couldn't stand those words, I told you, Sakura, you would die, along with our unborn child.
She needed to rest, and soon, she was getting tired, and the baby's weight wasn't helping either. Even though she was only in her first month, she could feel the slight bulge of her stomach.
Please, why do you have to do this? She had asked as he was holding the kunai knife in his hand in their small apartment. He only responded with those dreaded words, I told you, Sakura, you would die, along with our unborn child.
She couldn't take it anymore. He was supposed to be her child's father, yet he was acting like a criminal.
She felt drowsy, and tired, her clothes were so wet, and sticky, her long hair held up with her head band, but she couldn't understand the symbol, for it was scratched and she seemed to know who had done that, it was him. It could only be him.
Another kunai knife hit her just above the ankle, and that was all it had taken, she had blacked out.