Author's Note:

This fanfic is an alteration of my previous fan fiction Her Lost Hope. Although the first chapter is rather the same as in Her Lost Hope all other chapters vary and ultimately this fanfic follows a different story line.

Erm, just so you know I don't like the 3rd Hokage, so lets just say he died early and Tsunade became Hokage when the rookie nine were about 8 years old.

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Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own Naruto…or Sakura….or Sasuke, but I do own the plot line –YAY GO ME!

This genre should really be a horror, but don't worry it will get less horrific and more dramatic and overall just plain brilliant.

Chapter 1: Red Angel Wings

Sakura's POV

Shadows and darkness engulfed her. She felt so alone. When would she wake up from this never-ending nightmare? Tears stain her bruised cheeks, as she chokes on the blood pouring from her mouth. Her lips are painted blood red. Poor helpless child.

Today was like every other day in her life, being crushed and beaten by her uncle, he enjoys it, it's his favourite type of sport to destroy the pure hearted and innocent. Sakura's whole body ached as she once again pulled into his iron grip. She hated him with her whole being.

"You fucking bitch, you don't deserve to breathe this air," he fumed as he threw by body against the cold decaying kitchen floor, "you make me feel sick just looking at you".

He was sick in the head.

He was plagued by nightmares and by hurting those weaker than himself allowed him to feel at ease with himself again. Guilt was not something he had ever felt.

He leered over her defenceless body, his cold green eyes bore into her soul. Those green eyes were the only known resemblance between Sakura and her Uncle the same green that Sakura had grown to hate. Sakura's vision started to haze, the overwhelming smell of alcohol from his breath soaked into her. It sickened her.

"…please…" she whispered, "…Uncle, don't…"

A grin spread across his face, he started to laugh like a maniac. He was a maniac. She tried to sit up and edge herself towards the kitchens back door to escape from this hell, but her body told her otherwise. It wouldn't move. Her sides were tender; she could feel that a couple of my ribs had been broken.

His laughing stopped.

It pained her to watch him as he turned and headed towards the fridge. He opened several more cans of beer and drained them in one go until he was once again intoxicated.

Alcoholic

Abusive

Bastard

He snorted, and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. He turned his body so that he faced her again; she shuddered staring at his intoxicated form. He staggered back towards her, and before she knew it, she was ripped up off the floor by her tattered hair. Long hair was useful to hide bruises.

His nails clawed into her head.

He was a demon.

Her body felt like it was on fire, the pain was becoming unbearable. She tried to struggle from his grip, but my attempts failed. He was far too strong.

"You should have never been born, no one in this world wants you" he slurred into her face,

"…so why are you still here?, ha and you can't even run…because you're the only one who knows, so I have to keep an eye on you at all times so you don't spill our secret"

It was his secret; he was the one who committed the sin. She was only his witness.

He brought up his large hand and placed it on her cheek almost tenderly as if he was about to stroke it. Her dull green eyes watered demons do not do tender, he dug his nails into her pale cheek, and ripped his claws down her face, like he was carving a piece of artwork.

Blooded swelled up and flowed down her cheek until finally gathering in small pools on her collar bone. He smirked at the pain he had caused her. With his right hand still clawing into her hair, she was roughly dragged across the old wooden floor towards the cellar door in the kitchen.

She knew what was about to happen next, and braced herself ready for the impact, after all this is how she spends most of her nights. The old cellar door was slammed open almost braking from the shear force. Without using much of his strength, he tossed the rag doll of a child into the darkness.

Sakura's body hit every step of the stairs painfully hard.

When she reached the bottom, her head slammed against the cold hard floor. Soon she was unconscious with her blood pooling around her. It flowed from her and displayed itself like red wings.

Red angel wings

The Next Day:

It was hard to breathe.

The cold bit at her skin as she struggled to sit up, but somehow she managed. Somehow she always manages. But this time something didn't feel right; suddenly she lurched forward and coughed up a red substance.

Blood

She smirked, what else would it be? Finishing, she started to feel dizzy. She knew she had defiantly lost too much blood last night, he was defiantly more aggressive then normal; perhaps he had lost his job.

Sigh

She should have known better, even if it was a new village, nothing would change about her Uncle. Moving villages didn't really matter to her, it's not like she had any friends at her old home in all the eight years of her life. Every place she lived at seemed the same.

She was always alone.

Although she would never admit the houses she lived in were nothing like a home to her. A home was somewhere you're supposed to feel safe. A home is something you share with your family. It was suppose to be a sanctuary.

She had none of those feelings here. Where she lived was not a home it was a prison.

In her old schools no one talked to her, she always wondered if she had some invisible sign above her that only others could read that told them to stay away from her. But that's just silly, isn't it? The only emotion she received from others was pity. They would only pity her with those knowing eyes. But how the hell would they know how she lived? They knew nothing. She hated their pity; she didn't want or need it.

It was her unnatural pink hair that made her a prime target for bullies. They all thought she dyed it to attract attention. Morons.

The only thing she would miss about that school from the last village she lived in was a boy called Gaara. He seemed slightly different from everyone else. Like he could understand what she was going though.

He seemed lonely.

...like her.

It's not like she needed any friends though. I don't need anyone, and I'm fine by myself.

That's a lie.

...and she knew it.

But if she ever admitted it, the lonely feelings would crush her beyond hope. She had to remain strong.

Sakura glanced towards the only source of light in the dark room that came from a small smashed window. As she tried to stand up, pain shot through her body once again and she stumbled backwards. She grabbed onto the grimy wooden wall for support. This place although new to her had never been cleaned in years. The funny thing was her Uncle always seemed to rent out houses with basements just to torture her with.

She hated the dark and the cold. It reminded her of too many bad things.

It was hard to breath.

Her low chakra was of no help to her now; she had learnt some medic jitsu's so that she could live another day, but there was too much work to be done to her body that she didn't know where to start.

She slid back down the wall, and fell into an uneasy sleep.

Flashback

A young girl of 4 with dazzling pink hair ran around with her parents in the warm afternoon sun. Laughter rang out from the small family, everything from the smiles on their faces to the swaying summer flowers seemed perfect; like a dream.

Normal POV

The school bell sounded as the pupils of ninja academy headed home. Uncontrollable fan girls screeched and fawned over the school's heartthrob. The said heartthrob, Sasuke Uchiha wanted nothing to do with them, his one interest was to kill a certain man.

"Sasuke-kun, please marry me!" shouted a young fan girl who had rearranged her ninja outfit to expose more of her body, although there was nothing much to show at the age of 8.

Anyone could tell she was going to be a hooker in the future.

"No, Sasuke-kun, be my husband, she has loads of boyfriends" another girl screamed.

Once again another future hooker.

The said Sasuke's eye twitched, he had just about enough of these hags.

"As popular as ever I see, Sasuke" laughed one boy from his class.

Yer, that's right. You go on and laugh it up.

Sasuke narrowed his eyes at him.

If he ever got the chance, that boy would have been dead yesterday.

"Hey, teme lets go train; I will defiantly beat you this time!" Naruto shouted at Sasuke.

"…hn…" Sasuke muttered.

"ALRIGHT!" screamed Naruto.

"That wasn't a yes, you dobe" Sasuke muttered leaping onto the rooftops to avoid the yellow haired idiot.

God he was annoying.

Sakura's POV

She shuddered in fear. Noise of other life in the house had woken her. He was awake. She could hear footsteps coming from the room above, dust fell from the old floorboards. You would have thought he could have brought a nicer house.

Heavier footsteps joined that of her Uncle's.

Great

He brought home friends.

She had to get out of here, her Uncle's friends plus alcohol was never a good mix. Never. The pain from her body hand somehow subsided at the moment, she wouldn't question it; she staggered towards the window. It was high.

She looked around for something to stand on, and a saw a couple of boxes with kami knows what in them, they were probably left by the previous owners. She would have used her chakra but she needed to save that for healing after all her chakra reserves are nothing to be admired. After she had pushed and stacked a few boxes near the window, her shaking hands enhanced with the slightest trace of chakra to help her grip the window ledge, she heaved her body towards it. Suddenly light flooded the cave like cellar.

Fear spread throughout her body.

Sakura could hear her Uncle's voice conversing with one of his drinking buddies.

"Yer, I'm sure you will enjoy the bitch", he slurred, "she's just down here, I will get her for you".

She felt like my heart stopped what had he planned now?

Escape was the only option now.

She hurriedly smashed the window open a little more and pulled her body towards the cold night air. The sharp edged glass tore her old dirty clothes in places as she felt the glass pierce into her skin. It didn't matter to her.

She had to get out, he was coming.

He stumbled down the stairs, his vision slightly blurred.

"Oi, Sakura you whore, where the hell are y…" he stopped, he had noticed her," WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?"

His body advanced towards hers, he then growled and lunged at her. The drunken slob.

She screamed and struggled to get out the small window. Sakura felt him grab her ankle in his vice like grip. She thrashed her legs at him.

"Let go!"

He laughed and started to pull her slowly back inside.

"please…no…let go…"

Her body ached; the torture she had been subjected through had built up in her system. But she wouldn't give up.

Pain scorched though her, as she heard a sickening snap.

It was her ankle.

She quickly yanked it free with the rest of her energy and crawled towards her freedom.

"Sakura, you will regret this, if you are not back by morning, I will kill you" he spat at her from the window.

She whimpered and fled for the night into the forest outside the back of their house. Her uncle did not need to worry about the neighbours hearing as he had chose this rotting house as it was located in the poor downtown place of the hidden leaf village. The location was discreet. Screaming was a common factor in places like this, considering the type of people that lived here.

The small child hunched herself under a tree. Sakura took a quick look at her ankle. She shuddered. It was disgusting. It was turning a hideous purple, it was bruised and broken.

Kami, this is going to take a while to heal.

Sigh

Another injury was just added to the long, long list.

She looked up towards the starry sky, a light rain started to form. She felt tired and hungry and mentally and physically broken. She would have to find some food tomorrow, even though she knew there would be none in that house.

Like there would ever be any food in his house that she was allowed to eat.

And thus with that final thought Sakura suffered a pain filled sleep in the open night.

Normal POV

Saturday Morning:

Tsunade sat in her office at her desk. She was pouring herself over a list of new students due to enter the ninja academy; one name seemed to stick in her mind.

Sakura Haruno.

The list said that Miss Haruno was supposed to arrive at school on Thursday, but according to all the attendance charts she hadn't come.

Strange

If she did not enter the school soon she would have to press the matters further.

(The Streets of Konohagakure no sato (Village Hidden Among Tree Leaves))

"Hey teme, wazzzzup?" Naruto screeched into Sasuke's ear.

Sasuke glared.

"Look Naruto someone's handing out free ramen over there" Sasuke exaggerated and pointed in a random place.

Naruto's eyes widened as he galloped off towards his ramen.

He sighed; Naruto was an idiot for falling for that, he would never be taken seriously as a ninja if he was that easily fooled. The weak idiot.

Dobe

Sasuke's dark locks fluttered across his face as he smirked, he had just finished training with a new fire ninjitsu.

He was one step closer to becoming stronger and killing that bastard of a brother.

Sakura's POV

Her eyes flickered open, her temperature was soaring. Her body was too weak, she tried to move, but it was useless. She remembered her Uncle's word's from the night before.

Flashback

"Sakura, you will regret this, if you are not back by morning, I will kill you" he spat at her from the window.

She had to move, she willed her body forwards. She knew he would do it, he always kept his promises. Besides that, she had promised herself that she would get herself out of this life; she wouldn't meet the same end her mother had. That was her nindo, to always keep her promises.

She slowly crawled towards the house, it wasn't far.

Sakura reached the back door, it creaked open.

A wave of dizziness hit her.

The over powering smell of blood and alcohol hit her nose, it made her feel sick. The red liquid was splattered all over the brown kitchen floor tiles. It was hers of course. It was suprising how far blood can spread.

She stumbled through the kitchen on her slightly healed once broken ankle as her ninja sandals crunched through the smashed wine bottles crushed into the ground. She gulped, hoping that if her Uncle and his friends were still around they wouldn't have heard her. Sakura opened the fridge, but to her dismay only found beer and half empty wine bottles. She then tried the cupboards for food, still nothing but mould.

Her stomach grumbled in disappointment. Well, she should have known better than to expect food in his house. Maybe she was just feeling lucky.

Ha. Her lucky?

She would have to find some nuts or berries in the forest, and maybe if she found a stream she could have a fish. Damn fish sounded good right about now. Sakura turned towards the closet that was her new room, but the move caused her to spit out blood.

She bit her lip from the pain.

She decided to ignore it.

She always ignored it.

She desperately needed medical attention, but nothing could be done about it. She would have to heal herself, like she always did. If someone were to find out her families secret from her injuries she wouldn't live to see the next day, and she had promised her mother that she would live.

Her breathing grew haggard, and she slumped against the so called bathroom door. She reached for the door handle and wobbled inside the dingy foul smelling room. She turned on the grimy rusting bath taps full blast until the tub was almost full up. However, the water was a putrid brown colour, Sakura sighed if she bathed in this her wounds would become infected.

Carefully removing the bath plug to drain the disgusting liquid, Sakura shivered at the smell and the feel of it.

Gross

Suddenly the door slammed open, Sakura's eyes shot open as she saw her Uncle standing there with an insane smile plastered across his face. How did she not notice his movements in the other room?

"Sakura I brought your mummy into the other room, I know you miss her, so why don't you go get reacquainted."

Not again, not again, please not again. These were the only thoughts to run through Sakura's mind.

The man was sick.

He roughly grabbed Sakura's tiny wrist in a bruising grip, and pulled her into the small rotting living room.

As her tiny figure stumbled forward, the black box came into sight.

Sakura froze her eyes wide as she took in shaky breathes.

The wooded chest had dark stains that had once dripped from the seams lid, and there were the claw marks made my human hands roughly ground into sections of the wood.

But the worst asset of this dark wooden case was the smell.

It was the smell of rotting blood, flesh and bones.

It smelt of death.

Tears filled Sakura's eyes as her hidden memories began to surface, that wood contained her hellish nightmares but also her precious mother. This is what she had witnessed, this was his secret; he had killed her mother and kept her body in that chest to torture the child the mother had unwillingly left behind.

Dun dun durrrrrrrrrrrr… okies next chapter will explain a couple of things. I made Sakura and the others eight, but there will be time skips.

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