She wept, heart breaking all over again as she sat in her room.
Fear soon gripped her chest when she heard heavy, uneven footsteps and she quickly wiped her tears away, hoping he wouldn't notice the puffy redness surrounding her eyes.
The door burst open, nary a warning, and the man looked down at her in disgust, like she was the one thing in this world that could make him hurl with just a glance.
"You've been crying over him again, haven't you?" His voice was like ice, slightly slurred, and when she didn't answer he roughly grabbed her waist length hair and lifted her to her feet. He brought her face to his, noses nearly touching, and he growled in agitation. "You fucking bitch. I told you to forget about him. He'll never love you." His breath was warm on her face, but it reeked horridly of alcohol, causing her to cringe away from him.
"I-I'm sorry." She stuttered out, her voice barely a whisper.
He threw her to the floor and kicked her in the stomach, her retch only egging him on. She could feel the bruises forming from the manhandling.
He grabbed one of the kunai that sat displayed on her dresser as a decoration and once again lifted her by her hair. She had gotten the knives as a gift from her teammates for her birthday the year before.
They had gotten her name engraved into the handles, and surrounding it was a sakura petal design.
He slowly drew the ornamental weapons across her face and uncovered arms, leaving a thin trail of crimson blood. Carving the word 'forget' into her right arm was the last thing he did. The force in which he did almost making her cry out, but she knew that would only cause him to continue.
He dropped her shaking body to the floor, watching as her blood began to soak into the tatami covered floor.
"You will forget him." He ground out, holding back his anger when he heard her sob. Sneering he left the room, dropping the kunai and stumbling back to the living room. "And don't forget to clean the blood, you ugly fucking whore."
The girl waited for the click of his door shutting before sitting up and healing her self, not allowing a mark to escape her view, not wanting any scars to mar her milky skin.
She then picked up her kunai and calmly wiped it off on her red cheongsam style dress. Picking up its mate, she set them on her bed and went about her room, collecting clothes and scrolls, medicines and weapons. She grabbed her pack and shoved most of her items into it, while the important things, like her money, were sealed safely into scrolled and placed into the small bag attached to her hip.
Strapping on her weapons pouch and slipping on her shoes, she fished out a piece of paper and a pen, writing a short note before jumping out her window and silently stealing into the night.
Naruto awoke to find a small note sitting on his bedside table, carefully folded. He picked it up, bleary eyed, to read it, thinking it was a stupid note from Kakashi about training, but he was soon fully awake, dressing and slipping on shoes before rushing out the door, note forgotten on his bed.
-x-
Naruto,
I'm sorry, but I couldn't take it anymore. Please forgive me and don't try to find me.
Tell everyone I'll miss them.
I love you,
Sakura.
Prologue! New story, PLEASE read and review, CONSTRUCTIVE criticism wanted.
