Summary: Ino hates life, life hates Ino. Ino's life is rapidly tumbling downhill, and she doesn't think it's ever going to stop. She can't see the bottom of the hill, and stupid Sakura-chan is NOT making anything any better… Or is she? SakuIno. Yuri.

Disclaimer:I do not own Naruto or any of the characters in it, because if I did I would bring Haku back to life and make Sai walk around without his top on.

Preface:

I felt myself cringe as the fat, lazy bastard screamed at me for the millionth time that minute. "You fucking tease!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, his raspy and furious voice echoing off the walls of his trailer.

A forced laugh made its way out of my throat as I mocked him, before retorting "Just because I'm not having sex with you doesn't mean I'm a tease." I laughed some more, watching as the remark caused his angry feelings to advance further. "Our service requires our clients to bring and properly use a condom, and you did not follow the regulations, therefore… If you have any questions or complaints, just ask Sabaku no Kankuro; I'm sure he'll be absolutely ecstatic to deal with you."

"Who is that: your pimp? What are you trying to do here girlie?" the man asked me, his gruff beard moving alongside his lips.

I rolled my eyes. I'd heard that word too many times before. "He prefers to be called our manager, thank you very much." I snorted, turning to leave.

"Skank," the man coughed, before snickering at his oh-so-clever comment.

Now usually, I just ignore those names I've been hearing daily, ever since I was a teenager. But today I was going to make an exception, seeing as this man had been acting like a jerk since the very beginning. "Excuse me?" I asked innocently, turning on my deathly sharp black heels.

The man looked rather amused. "What? Does being called a skank really surprise you that much? And here I thought you'd be used to it…" he rambled, looking quite pleased with himself. I felt my face heat up in anger as I took what I hoped was a menacing step toward him.

"Well, yeah, but I'm not about to take crap from a cheap pig like you!" I screamed, before spinning around haughtily and heading for the minuscule door serving as my portal to the outside world. However, just as my hand closed around the doorknob, I felt the stupid bastard's meaty hand clench down on my ponytail. He jerked me back by my hair, and in the distance, I heard a shrill scream escape my throat. Next thing I knew, I was on the ground of the dirty trailer, with the guy baring a fist above me. I think that was when he punched me, but I was in too much pain already to notice. It took me a moment to realize that my mind had disconnected from my body, because my thoughts were different from my actions. My brain told me to tell the man that yes, he could fuck me, as long as he let me go and didn't hurt me anymore. My body, on the other hand, was fighting against the man.

My mind screamed at my body as I felt myself biting down onto the man's disgusting hand. Not too long afterwards, I felt blood begin to seep through my teeth, the thick liquid settling onto my tongue. I was already dazed when the man screamed at me, throwing a kick at me that seemed to throw me across the trailer. I barely felt it when he punched me in the side of the head, but I did feel the pain shoot up my neck as I hit the tile floor with great impact.

I wished the man would just leave me there, let me spend my moments of pain in the warmth of a trailer. My wishes were trampled upon when he lifted me by my hair and threw me out the door and onto the gravel below. I faintly heard the roar of the engine as the trailer sped off, the guy inside it probably cursing away.

I blinked back tears as I slowly came back to reality. I felt my eye beginning to swell, as a massive headache began to pound steadily in my sore head. I coughed before wiping my mouth, gagging at the taste of another's blood. One of my knees was caked with my own blood, and my ankle felt as if it were on fire.

I gasped as I stood up, a sharp pain shooting through my leg. I felt like Hell—even worse than I did the day I found out I was HIV positive. Luckily, my expensive shoes hadn't broken in the rumble, and I'd gotten barely any blood on any of my clothes. I regulated my breathing as I checked over my wardrobe. I was wearing a short jean skirt—a lovely Christmas present from Tenten, a black halter top which was given to me by Kankuro-sama, and black heels I took five months saving up for.

I was walking—no, limping home now, thinking to myself pitifully about how much I screwed my life up. Just then, when I thought things couldn't get any worse, a familiar voice rang out from behind me as I silently wished my own death.

"Ino? Yamanaka Ino?"

There, that wasn't so bad, was it? Sorry if it was too short, but it's just the preface! Hope you enjoyed, a review would be very much appreciated; thank you!