My pain to my beating heart

Part 2: Silent Heart beats

Chapter 1: Black Wings

As an angel breaks a wing, she falls at an unbelievably fast pace. Her tears reach the heavens as the rest of her being slowly fades. When the ground meets her back she cries for not only the pain, but also because she is no longer free to fly the skies. As she tries to regain her graceful balance, she reaches up to the blinding light where her bed of clouds become a dark gray of torment and agony. They pour millions of tears on her holy being, making it hard for her to make motion as her feet sink deeper and deeper into a deep endless pit of mud. The angel can not help but feel blind and helpless. Despair takes over her eyes and turns them into a dark pit of sadness and a sense of no belonging. She falls to her knees feeling helpless and weak. When the light disappears, she wishes she could go with it, but instead black runs the sky and howls take charge. She sheds one last tear, then turns her façade and heart into emptiness. There is but only one name which you can call such a being, A Fallen Angel.

This is a Sakura. A blossom that does not bloom, And will not bloom unless water is provided. When its source of life is taken away by un-merciful weeds, it welts until one peddle after the other has fallen from its core.

Itachi was her source of life. The only thing that fed her hope and a moment worth of serenity… was him and the life growing inside her.

Seconds, Minutes, Hours, Days…Years. She lay broken and now tearless.

She was currently sitting upright with her knees tucked under her, looking up at the night sky. Her back was supported by a wall that was painted in sunset colors. Beautiful? Yes. But not in this scenario. She has been living in this room for 5 years now.

The room consisted of a child like bed for a little girl, a fuzzy yellow carpet that lay beneath it, a dresser that looked from the Victorian age. A desk with all sorts of creative utensils. And a Bay Window that looked out into the gorgeous greenery. The walls were blank. The only thing that gave the room a little bit of light, was the beaten up bear that lay on her pillows.

Complete HELL. It was like she was stuck in a horrifying nightmare. This is where the demon tortured her. He told her this was his favorite room of the house.

When she was first brought here, the attacks were constant. On average 3 times a day. When the days passed, it was twice a week, to once a month.

He brought her food, gave her medicine when she was sick, washed her clothes, and let her cleanse her body. None of those things made her feel a slight better.

But the most horrific thing he had ever done was take a 4by4 to her stomach till she bled. not even the death of her mother compared to the sadness she felt when she felt her blood tickling slowly down her legs. The loss of her child made her stop dreaming, hoping, talking, even sleeping.

He made her into what he always wanted out of her. A Porcelain Doll.

Her thoughts were disrupted by loud noises coming outside. She didn't bother to even glance what was happening.

" Come out with your hands in the air! We have you surrounded!"

Shuffling and pitter padder of foot sounds connecting to the floor, were making their way up the stairs. Sakura's door flew open with a bang that echoed in her room.

It was HIM. Except he didn't look lustful or calm. He was panicking.

" Time to play your part Haruno."

The demon roughly grabbed her right arm pulling her down the squeaking stairs and slammed her on a un-curtained window.

"You come any closer I'll KILL HER! I'll KILL HER!"

Sakura felt a round object being pushed in the side of her skull. It was pushed in harder and harder till she felt a warm moist spot where the gun was being pressed in.

" Don't harm the girl! We will not hesitate to shoot should you advance!"

"Hahaha I can't fucking believe this. It only took them 5 years to find you, you little bitch. I'm just disappointed that I didn't get to throw in one last lesson. Well guess what if I'm going down, I'm taking you with me! Say sayonara sweet hea…"

The window broke and the gun was released from her head. She stood there motionless. Looking down she saw him dead. Blood pooled around his head. His eye socket was golf ball size with a little brain matter surrounding it.

The door flew open with uniformed swat teams rushing to her aid. They blocked her vision of the demon as they hurriedly pushed her out of the house and into the ambulance.

She was unfazed. However she felt her heart beat one beat faster knowing that her tormentor was dead. Was this a sense of relief?

The paramedics took care of her head injury. They shoved IV needles into her skin filling the tubes up with fluid.

"Don't worry now. Your safe. We're taking you to a hospital. You have any family you'd like to give a call? I'm sure it'd bring them relief once they hear your voice."

She sat there thinking. And thinking. What would be his reaction once he heard her voice. Could she even say his name? It's been 4 years since she's spoken. Only humming sounds came form her throat.

She nodded her head as the lady handed her a phone attached to the vehicle. She began to dial. With each sound, it made her wonder if he changed his number. Her heart sped up faster and faster. She pushed the last button and put the phone to her ear.

Ring….ring…ring…ring… It kept going on and on. She wondered if he'd even pick up. No! He has too. He NEEDS too.

Ring…riin… She heard the breathing on the other end. She couldn't wait for him to speak first. "I…Ita..chi" Her voice was rough and it felt foreign to her. But she was so glad…so happy to finally…

"Who's this? If you're a fan girl that got a hold of my future fiancées number loose it or I'll call the police."

She held the phone to her ear. Her heart was no longer beating wildly with excitement, but felt like it went to the deepest pit of her stomach.

" No answer? I thought so. Never call Itachi"s cell again. I'm putting your number on record. So if you do call, I'll sue for harassment. And trust me darling you won't be the first. Thanks and have a great day."

She heard no noise when girl hung up the phone. The paramedic lady put her hand on Sakura's shoulder.

"Is everything ok? Your blood pressure suddenly dropped."

Sakura dropped the phone, letting it echo in her ears in slow motion.

Her final thought before she went unconscious will ever be a question she never wanted to ask herself.

Why?