Am I invisible
Author's note: Oh wow, I can't believe it's been so long since I last updated anything…at all! Ha-ha. Moving on, I am very sorry for the wait and for making you all think that I had abandoned this story. Alas though, I have not! In fact, I just created a new account so I could start out fresh. My old account, yami-sakura-tenshi, was a little worn for wear and just not cutting it. Thus, the new and improved one! With all of my old stories re-vamped and on their way to being published here. So, without further adieu, enjoy the story and leave lots of comments for the newer and updated second chapter.
- Arii
DISCLAIMER: I do not and will not own Naruto…ever.
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Sakura's Journal.
Date: December 3, 2012
Title: Am I Invisible?
Am I invisible?
Do you even see me?
What do you hear when I speak to you?
Is it the whispering of the wind?
When I call your name and you look around, why don't you realize I'm right there?
Have I done something wrong?
To hurt you?
To offend you?
No?
Then why do you avoid me?
Why do you ignore me?
You said you'd never let anything hurt me.
Yet now you're the one causing me pain.
Do you really hate me that much?
So much that you act as if I'm not even there?
Why?
Why?
WHY!
I keep asking myself the same question every night as I run the razor across my wrist.
I ponder as to why you avoid me, ignore me, and…hate me.
Sometimes I wish I could just end it right there.
It's not like anyone would notice.
I am invisible after all.
Would you even care that it was you that caused me to end it?
Would you have any regrets for breaking your promise to me?
I don't think you would.
I don't think you would notice.
I don't think you would care.
I don't think you'd feel anything at all.
But I still can't help but wonder.
Wonder if you'd answer my question before I take my own life.
Or if you'd ignore me once again, like all the other times.
But even if you do ignore me, avoid me and hate me.
Would you please at least think about my last question to you...
Am I really invisible to you?
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Sakura's P.O.V
I just finished writing another poem. It seems like that's all I've been doing lately, along with sighing for no good reason. I mean besides being a depressed lump of a log, writing seems like my only other outlet. Other then cutting myself…which I have been trying to NOT do, although it doesn't seem like that's working very well at the moment. Sighing softly, I lifted my head and pressed it against the tree, the bell was signaling the end of lunch, which means I have to go to class and see "his" face again. Sometimes I wish I really was invisible. Like the poem I wrote said. But that can't become reality, and for that I am saddened even more.
Letting out a groan of annoyance, I got up from my comfortable spot underneath the Sakura tree and began my walk to class. I'd probably be late again at the rate I was walking, but I didn't care. In fact, there was little I cared about anymore. I hadn't really cared about anything since I was 5. That was the last time I ever saw my mother. After that my "dad" started to drink…and I'm pretty sure you all get the picture, right?
But yeah, so my "dad" died when I turned eleven years old, this meant I was left to fend for myself in the rundown part of town where I lived. I started to fight for money just so I could eat, and by the time I got to my freshman year in high school I was known everywhere as Mist's Bloody Blossom. Everyone thought I was so tough, strong, and invincible. Chyeah, well I did too, until "he" came along and put a total damper on my parade. The "he" I was talking about would be my lovely boyfriend, Ryo. We'd been together since sophomore year, having flirted most of freshman…he finally got the balls to ask me out.
Ryo at first glance looks like the kind of guy that would never even hurt a fly. Oh how wrong that assumption was. Although, he could belike that…unless he was mad…which it seemed like he was a lot, especially at me. So what do you think happened next, huh? That we went to therapy and everything was alright? Pssh, get real. This isn't some fairy tale where your ending's going to be all "and they lived happily ever after", no this is life, and besides I stopped living in my fairy tale when I saw my mom die.
Well if you haven't already guessed what happened to me, then I suppose I'll just tell you, because I know you're all just dieing to know what he did. To put it bluntly, he pretty much beat me to a pulp every single freaking night I spent at his house. It sounds like LOADS of fun doesn't it? Luckily, I don't stay over there much anymore, my best-friend makes sure I don't.
Now, back to that whole getting to the classroom thing...
So I walk in the room, right? And of course everyone turns to stare and see who it was that dared to come to class late. I mean, it just wouldn't be high school if they didn't. So I look around the classroom and the teacher is just standing there giving me this kind of blank but pissed of look. I could already tell that the old man was going to blow up, if his face turning red with anger was any hint at all. Honestly, it takes all my will power to not just burst out laughing then and there. So when he finally does blow his top off, I bite my tongue hard.
I ended up getting off with detention after school…again. Not like that was anything new, so I don't say anything; I just look at him with the same blank face like I always do. He told me to go to my seat, which I do without question. I can feel everyone glare at me as I pass by them. This always happens, so I've gotten used to it. When I sit next to my best friend, I can see her turn her head slightly to talk to me.
Normal P.O.V
"So what were you doing this time?" asked Hotaru.
"Nothing much...just writing like usual," Sakura replied in a low tone.
"Oh, sounds like fun," Hotaru replied with a roll of her metal gray eyes.
"Yeah. So what have I missed in the most boring class ever?" Sakura asked, a small smirk dancing over her lips.
"Oh, well let's see… you missed an extremely enthusiastic lecture on the science of how the human body reproduces… we were even given these extremely thorough and graphic diagrams…you wanna see?" Hotaru asked with an annoyed and disgusted tone.
"Ewww, man that's just freaking NASTY!!" Sakura whispered furiously.
"Yeah, well at least you didn't get to see movie he showed."
"He showed a MOVIE!" Sakura asked with horror written all over her face, somewhat surprised that they even allowed that kind of thing in school.
All of a sudden a heavy book was slammed on the wooden desk making both the poor girls jump in their chairs. Two pairs of wide eyes turned to the culprit, staring at their clearly pissed off teacher with shock.
"And would either of you like to share what it is you two are talking about that seems to be SO important?!" Mr. Yates asked, red in the face with his anger.
Hotaru glared hard at the man in front of her, having composed her shocked face faster than most people could. Standing up, she looked him directly in the eyes, leaning against her palms onto the desk. Sakura knew what was going to happen next and stood up to try to calm her furious friend.
"Taru, come on, please calm down, he's not worth getting expelled over." Sakura whispered to her friend in a weak attempt to calm her, a pale hand resting on her shoulder gently.
Hotaru's voice was low and dangerous. She leaned in close to Mr. Yates face, her gray eyes burning holes into his light brown ones.
"If you ever tell me what to do again…I'll kill you." She whispered quietly to him, so quite that the only person to hear was the angry man in front of her.
"Was that a threat Miss Tomimoto? Well, I'm sure your parents and the school board will be pleased to hear about this, don't you? Now sit down, be quite, and pay attention to the rest of class." He turned around and began walking to the front of the class room, seeming pretty pleased with himself.
Everyone who went to the school knew of Hotaru's nasty temper and not to make her angry. They also knew what was going to happen to Mr. Yates if somebody didn't do something…and soon at that. However if didn't really look like anyone wanted to get in the raven haired girl's way right now, which was probably in their best interest.
Slipping out from behind her desk, Hotaru moved to the aisle and began walking to the front of the classroom. Her steps were so quite that Mr. Yates couldn't hear them, pretty much ensuring that he wouldn't have enough time to dodge the hard punch that came his way as he turned around to begin teaching again.
"I thought I told you that if you told me what to do again, I'd kill you. And that wasn't a threat, it was a promise," She brought her arm back and swung it forward again, hitting him even harder and square in the jaw. Mr. Yates fell to the floor with blood streaming from his lower lip. This couldn't be good at all.
Hotaru bent down to his trembling form and quietly whispered so only he could hear, "By the way Yates, my entire families been dead for a long time, do you want to know why?" she didn't wait for an answer, she just lowered her voice even more, "because I killed them," Of course that last part was a lie, she hadn't actually killed her family…they just simply disowned her. But Mr. Yates didn't need to know this.
Standing up, she brought her foot back and kicked him hard in the stomach. She didn't notice that one of the other kids had gone out to go get help and she didn't notice Sakura come behind her and try to calm her down. All she could see and hear was her battered teacher's form on the floor below. So when all of her teachers came rushing into the room to stop her, she didn't notice them or fight them when they pulled her away from the broken body of Mr. Yates. She was taken to the principal's office immediately with Sakura following close behind, worry for the raven haired girl written all over her face.
(Principal's office)
"Hotaru, you know what you did back there was well, how can I say this…very violent and unacceptable." He was rubbing his temple in an attempt to sooth his growing headache. Today hadn't been a good day at all, and this little escapade with Hotaru wasn't helping the growing ache.
"Hotaru, do you have a good reason, no, any reason as to why you almost beat your teacher within an inch of his life?" The elder man looked up, pushing his small glasses up the bridge of his nose carefully, watching the gray eyed girl warily.
The only words that left her mouth were, "He told me what to do and talked about my parents…I told him not to order me around, but he wouldn't listen…he needed to be taught a lesson," Hotaru nodded her head, as though that justified her actions completely.
The principal let out a soft sigh. "Hotaru I'm very sorry but that isn't a good reason at all. Mr. Yates was your teacher and you were his students, it is an obligation to listen to him. Not a choice," Letting out another breath of air, he continued, "As your and Miss. Haruno's punishment, I'm sending you to Konoha's Elite Reform School. Here you'll be taught to control the temper of yours and in a safer, more friendly environment," With that he asked that they be escorted off of school grounds immediately and informed of their new school and the time their flight would be leaving.
Hotaru looked thoroughly ticked off while Sakura looked slightly shocked. For one thing, she had nothing to do with the beating…this time. But then again, this was to be expected. What with her and Hotaru's notorious reputations, Sakura thought that this wasn't a surprise. And besides, it wasn't like they had any other friends here anyway, so there wouldn't be any crying or regrets about leaving…but what worried Sakura was where were they going to stay? I mean, as far as she knew they had to find a new home, unless they provided dorms at the school. Sakura was jarred out of her thoughts at the sound of Hotaru's annoyed voice.
"SAKURA! Where you even listening to a word I just said?"
"Ummm, would it make you feel better if I lied and told you that I was?"
At the glare she received from Hotaru, she guessed that that was a no.
"Well anyway, I was just saying that we had better go and pack our stuff so we can leave this dump." Hotaru deadpanned, staring straight ahead of her.
"Yeah, let's hurry and get ready, I don't want to stay in this hell-hole any longer then we have too." Sakura agreed, still mulling over what was going to happen to the two of them once they left the place they had known for so long. The change from Misty Heights Academy for the Gifted was going to be a major difference for the girls…a very major difference.
Both girls let out groan at this, apparently having similar thoughts about the subject..
"So Saku, what do you think our new school will be like?" Hotaru questioned, trying to break out of the awkward silence that followed after the two.
"Dunno. But I have a feeling we can handle whatever the shrinks there can throw at us," Sakura said with a grin growing on her face, happy that she would at least have to suffer with her best-friend.
"I couldn't agree more Saku," A grin forming on Hotaru's face as well.
The two girls wrapped their arms around each other's shoulders and began the walk to their rundown apartment. Both of them had smiles plastered to their faces, trying to push away that nagging feeling of nervousness in the pit of their bellies. Neither of the girls would actually admit that they weren't too confident about this new school; it just wasn't in their nature. So instead they played it off with charming smiles and excited laughter.
And so begins the story of Hotaru Rei and Sakura Haruno.
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Author's Note: Yup. So there you go! This is the re-vamped first chapter of The Scratches on My Arms, and I hope you enjoyed it. Please review and tell me what you all think, any comments are loved. I will update the second chapter in a little while, after a pretty decent amount of feedback and such…or if I just get bored. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this as much as the original chapter!
The next two chapters or so will be about the trip to Konoha's Elite Reform School… How do you think Sakura and Hotaru will fare? Find out in the next chapter of The Scratches on My Arms. If you have any suggestions or questions, then feel free to ask them in a review. HintHint
Until the next update!
- Arii
