A Flower Only Grows In Sunshine

A Flower Only Grows In Sunshine

A young girl walked down a busy street. Her long, jet black hair hid her face from the cruelty around her. A silent man looked up from the newspaper he was reading when he caught a glimpse of the female. He was mesmerized in an instant. The wind picked up and blew her hair away from her face for a minute. Her fiery red eyes stared at the ground, there was sadness in them. His long blonde hair blew in the wind as well. He just stared in awe at her beauty. The blonde pushed his way through the crowd to her. She didn't notice when he stopped right in front of her.

"Hi, I'm Deidara." He said cheerfully. It seemed as if the human in front of him didn't notice as she kept walking. She tensed up instantly and shuddered waiting for something. She didn't look at him; she kept staring at the ground. A frown appeared on Deidara's face. "What's your name, yeah?" He questioned.

The girls reply was quiet, "Sh…Shizuka…" She said. She looked terrified that he was talking to her. She never talked to anybody before; she was used to being alone, stuck inside her own mind.

"Do you want to go for a walk?" Deidara said taking her arm in his. She winced at his touch. (Please… don't hurt me…) She thought as she uncomfortably walked along side Deidara. The blonde was going on some rant about how much he loved clay, she didn't pay attention much, Shizuka didn't want anybody else to hurt her. "So what do you like to do, yeah?" He said, addressing her.

She looked up at him making eye contact for the first time. His eyes were filled with trust and compassion and she quickly looked away to find comfort in her hair. "I… I like to…" She said trying to turn away from him but his forgiving arms pulled her closer. "Paint…" She said even quieter then before. Deidara's eyes lit up even more then they had been in the first place.

"You like to paint, yeah? Can I see some?" He said cheerfully. All the while, Shizuka couldn't handle his kindness; a small hint of emotion crept onto her lips as she realized she wasn't walking anymore. "I…" She stared until she was thrust forward by a man behind her.

"HEY, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING?!" He shouted at her. She stood there and winced ready for a blow. The man raised his hand to hit her and Deidara stepped in front of her just in time to block the hit.

"What are you doing, un." He said towering over the man. "Leave her alone, yeah…" He said. The attacker seemed furious that Deidara had done that. "Do you know who I am?!" He almost shouted. Deidara seemed uninterested with him and turn around to Shizuka. "You're ok, un." He said, "Let me walk you home." This time he took the girls hand and started to walk away just as someone slammed on his back. The blonde stood there for a few seconds thinking everything over. He then turned around calmly and loomed over the attacker. Barely audible, he spoke, "Now… I'm sure you don't want to do that again do you." He grabbed the man's elbow and pressed down roughly, the pain circulated throughout his entire body.

With a quick turn on his heel he went back to Shizuka. "Now, we can go home." A bright smile lit up his face as he took her hand again. Shizuka didn't say anything on their way home. She boxed herself inside her mind. Her long clothes hid the bruises she had received from her father. She didn't want to go home, not that she could even call it home…

As they walked up to her apartment they heard shouting. She went farther inside her box. Her father opened the door in a drunken rage. He looked at both of them and pulled the girl inside harshly. He slammed the door in Deidara's face before he threw her to the ground. She felt a sharp pain in her side. She went deeper inside. "How dare you bring that boy here?!" He yelled as he picked her up. "Slut!" He yelled as he threw her across the room. Her back connected with the wall and she lay in a heap on the floor. Her father picked her up and punched her in the jaw. She went farther away. He then dropped her and walked away.

She came out enough to scurry away to her room and lock the door. She pulled her long sleeve off and laid on her bed in a black tank top. Bruises and scars covered her arms and chest. She changed into a pair magenta soffe shorts. She cried to herself softly trying not to pick up the pair of scissors that were on her nightstand. They stared at her. She ran her hands over her legs and felt scabs and scars all over them. As she went farther down toward her knees, smooth skin took over, but not for long. A line of blood appeared in the same spot on both legs. She looked at what she had done and then at the scissors as a red liquid trickled to the blood stained bed beneath her.

Disgusted in herself she threw the scissors across the room; they got stuck in the wall. Her red eyes had all of the emotional turbulence she was going through displayed on them. She turned to lie on her stomach not caring about the blood on her legs. (Deidara…) She thought as she drifted off to sleep. (He was just so…) dreading the hour she woke up.

(Start dream sequence)

Shizuka lay on a bed. She hugged her knees and her forehead lay on them. Her hair was shorter but she still hid her fiery eyes behind bangs. She lifted her head and looked around realizing this wasn't her room. (Where am I…) She thought. A man with blonde hair walked into the room. She stared at him. He then came over to the bed and gathered her into a hug. He was much taller then her and she leaned her head on him. "You'll be ok, un." He said…

(End dream sequence)

A loud knocking sound woke her from her dream. "I told you never to lock the door you whore!" Called a voice from outside. She quickly got up and took the scissors out of the cream wall. "Open up freeloading bitch!" He screamed. The black haired girl walked over to the door to see her enraged father. He saw her in the tank top and shorts and got even more infuriated. "What the hell are you wearing?!" He screamed. Shizuka had forgotten about that, her father was very strict about what she wore. A hand came down hard across her face and the walls came up. She stood in front of him waiting for what would happen next. He looked at her bruised body. He saw the cuts on her legs, fresh and new. He looked at Shizuka's face now. A red handprint was showing across her cheek, almost matching her eyes in the intensity of color. He put his hand on her should and she winced away from it. He smirked at her. "You should be afraid of me…" He said and slapped her again. After that, he simply walked away.

She stood in her doorway broken and defeated. Her mother walked by her room and stopped. She looked at Shizuka and knew that if she didn't keep moving; her father would beat her too. She made her way to their room and found her husband waiting for her. A terrified look appeared in her mom's eyes as he threw her on the bed. Shizuka sat on her bed with her hands to her ears unable to get away from the sound of her mother's pain. Tears suddenly came from her eyes staining her pillow. She couldn't stay here any longer, but she had nowhere else to go. She stayed up the rest of the night huddled into a ball on the top left corner of her bed shaking. (Where… where do I go from here…) She thought as she waited for the sun to rise.

A/N- Hey guys! I hope you like the updated version cause I sure do! I promise to get the others chapters out soon and I think I have an idea for my new chapter! I know you guys have been waiting! Anyway, please review! It makes me feel special!