Author's Note:

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto sadly, but on the other hand I do own the plot line.

Alternative Universe, but if you want it in ninja style try reading my other fan fiction Secrets of Spring – the first chapter is almost the same as this one but after that it differs.


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Chapter 1: I am alone.

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Thursday Night:

Shadows and darkness engulf my heart and my memories.

I feel so alone, I am alone.

Is this a never-ending nightmare? Tears stain my bruised cheeks, as I choke on the blood pouring from my mouth. Today was like every other day in my life, being crushed and beaten by my loving father. Ok, that's a lie; he is not loving, not in the slightest. My whole body aches as I am once again pulled into his iron grip.

"You fucking bitch, you don't deserve to breathe this air," he fumed as he threw by body against the cold decaying kitchen floor, "you make me feel sick just looking at you".

He leered over me; his cold green eyes bore into my soul searching for signs of defiance. I showed him nothing. I would never show my true feelings to a man like him. My vision started to haze, the overwhelming smell of alcohol from his breath soaked into me.

He was disgusting.

"…please…" I whispered, "…Father, don't…" A grin spread across his face, he started to laugh like a maniac. I tried to sit up and edge myself away from him, anywhere would be better then facing him, I wanted out of this house, and out of this life.

He had lost it years ago.

My sides were tender; I could feel that a couple of my ribs had been broken.

He suddenly stopped laughing, I watched him as he turned and headed towards the fridge. I saw him drain a couple more beers. God, could he be any more repulsive? I think not. He snorted, and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. Ok maybe he can.

He turned his body so that he faced me again; I shuddered staring at his intoxicated form. He staggered back towards me, and before I knew it, I was ripped up off the floor by my hair. I felt his nails claw into my head.

This man, no this monster was evil.

My body felt like it was on fire, the pain was becoming unbearable. I tried to struggle from his grip, but my attempts failed.

I stared at him wishing he would leave me alone for just this once.

"You should have never been born, no one in this world wants you" he slurred into my face, "…so why are you still here? I should have taken mercy on you and disposed of you years ago, but Sakura, once beautiful Sakura, you're my toy, and will remain so until you die".

His toy…I…am…his…toy…

My soul cried out for someone, anyone, I did not want to be just a toy.

There's more than this out there, I want to escape.

I have to escape, somehow…

He brought up his rough hand and placed it on my cheek. I shivered, I was scared. This was the man who controlled my nightmares. He could do anything to me he wanted, and he knew it.

My eyes watered, as he suddenly dug his nails into my paling cheek and ripped his claws down my face. Blooded immediately started to swell up and drip from his freshly made cuts.

I am a toy, a piece of property that belongs to him.

He smirked at my pain he had caused.

With his right hand still clawing into my hair, I was roughly dragged towards the cellar door in the kitchen. I knew what was about to happen next, and braced myself ready for the impact.

The sound of the cellar door being slammed open could have been heard from outside, without using much of his strength, he rammed my form into the cold darkness.

I was nothing to him, only an object to be torn apart in his free time.

My broken body smashed into every step of the stairs painfully hard.

As I hit the floor, my body heated with fever welcomed the cold air, I looked up at his face, it held a sadistic grin, and then he shut out my only source of light.

I hated him.


The Next Day:

It was hard to breath, and my body felt like ice.

I struggled to sit up.

Something didn't feel right, the tang of metal was present in my mouth, and suddenly I lurched forward and coughed up blood. One of my ribs might have punched a hole in my lung, and if that was indeed so it might prove to be fatal over time.

Let's just hope I'm wrong.

When I had finished, dizziness consumed me. My head swam as I tried to focus. I had defiantly lost too much blood last night, and here I thought moving to a new village would give me a new chance to life.

I should have known better.

Nothing ever changes no matter where I go.

Moving villages never mattered, I never made any friends, I think I was considered too…unique.

No-one tried to talk to me, not even the teachers at my old school unless it was to tell me off for something I never did. Bullies always did love my pink hair; they think that pink hair makes me an easy target.

Idiots

The teachers, I knew what they thought about me; I was a trouble maker to them. They would pity me and blame all my problems on bad parenting. If only they knew haw right they were.

Gaara was different from everyone else, he…well we got along really well, maybe I should have considered him a friend. No. I liked him more than a friend, I think. I remember one time I accidentally bumped into him and blushed, he was just so mysterious. But of course that mysterious side to him ended making him the schools very own heart throb number one hottie.

Since we did get along every fan girl of his to put me to the top of their hate list, how lucky was that. I sure was loved by them, if love meant hate that is.

Because of Gaara I was beaten and bullied every day at that school, I didn't hate Gaara for that, as that pain was nothing compared to the torture I receive at home.

I could never hate Gaara; he did nothing wrong, apart from notice me.

Our friendship didn't last, it's not like I didn't want it to, it was just better off that way.

It's not like I needed any friends though, I don't need anyone.

I'm fine alone.

Light drifted down from a small crack in the tiny window, it was the only other escapes route in the cellar, I would have to use it if things came to the worst.

I stumbled backwards as I tried to stand. I grabbed onto the bricked wall behind me for support, it was evident that I wouldn't be moving anywhere tonight.

I slid back down the wall, and fell into an uneasy sleep.

My sleep was always uneasy as my dreams were possessed by my demonic reality.

There's more to life than this, and one day I will get out.

…I just…I just can't do it alone…


Normal POV

The school bell sounded as the pupils of Fire High School headed home. Uncontrollable fan girls screeched and fawned over the school's four heartthrobs. The said heartthrobs, headed towards the school car park without a glance towards the sluts.

"Sasuke-kun, please marry me!" shouted one small fan girl who had rearranged her uniform to expose more of her body. Not that she had much of one.

"No, Sasuke-kun, make love with me, she's a skank who sleeps with everybody" another girl screamed.

The said Sasuke's eye twitched, he had just about enough of these hags, he would never 'make love' to any of them. Why couldn't they understand that?

"As popular as ever I see, Sasuke" Neji smirked at the Uchiha.

Neji was the second most handsome guy in the school; he had long dark brown hair, and eyes as white as snow that fan girls drool over.

The guys shoved the fan girls away and slid into Sasuke's black Koenigsegg CC 8S car, it was his turn to do the lifts tonight.

"Hey, teme can we go back to your house pleassssssssseeee!" begged Naruto, "I have already called the girls and let them know we are going to yours."

"…hn…" Sasuke muttered.

That idiot arranging things before telling him, fucking dobe.

"ALRIGHT!" screamed Naruto. Everyone in the car excluding Naruto moaned and hit him around the head.

He must do drugs. That was the only logical explanation Sasuke could conclude.

"WHAT THE HELL, DON'T HIT ME, I'M FRAGILE?" Naruto screamed again.

"This is troublesome", Shikamaru sighed.

Fragile my ass, what a dobe.


Sakura's POV

I shuddered in fear; noise of other life in the house had awoken me.

Someone was here; my Father and he brought home friends. There were more footsteps. Great, this is not going to be fun.

I had to get out of here, my Father's friends plus alcohol was never a good mix.

Alcoholic slobs

The pain from my body hand subsided at the moment fortunately; I staggered towards the window as my head swam from moving too fast. It was high. I looked around for something to stand on, and a saw a couple of boxes with kami knows what in them. I pushed and stacked a few boxes near the window using all the strength I had left, my shaking hands gripped the window-sill and I heaved my body towards it.

Suddenly light flooded the cave like cellar, I looked back.

Fear spread throughout my body, he was intoxicated and had one of his drinking buddies with him.

"Yer, I'm sure you will enjoy the bitch", he slurred, "she's just down here, I will get her for you".

I felt like my heart stopped what had he planned now? I had to escape. Hurriedly I smashed the window open with my elbow and pulled my body towards the cold night air. Glass tore my clothes in places and pierced into my skin. But that didn't matter, I had to get out, he was coming for me. He stumbled down the stairs like a fucking idiot, his vision blurred due to the substances controlling his body.

"Oi, Sakura you whore, where the hell are y…" he stopped, he had noticed her, "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?"

The man glared at his only daughter.

His body advanced towards her, he growled and lunged at her.

I screamed and struggled to get out the small window. He grabbed my ankle, his clammy hands were like an impossible vice. Fuck

"Let go!" I shrieked. He laughed and started to pull me slowly back inside.

He was sick.

He enjoyed the sound of his daughters pained voice.

No he didn't enjoy it, he loved it.

"Let GO! I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, LET GO!!" My body ached. I freedom from this madness, I needed it, but her always had to be there to stop me.

No. Not this time. I would taste freedom, the night was beckoning me.

Pain scorched though me, as I heard a sickening snap. It was my ankle. I yanked it free with the last of my energy and crawled towards my freedom, I would not allow myself to stay there.

I couldn't stay there.

"Sakura, you will regret this, if you are not back by morning, I will kill you" he spat at her from the window. Whimpering in pain I fled for the night into the forest outside the back of his house.

It was only a matter of time before I had to go back, but I would enjoy my freedom while it lasted.


Yes, so I just re-wrote this, I altered a couple of things to try and make it better.

Review if you wish, here are some examples of reviews I accept:

WILL HAPPEN NEXT??? Oh yer I can just read the next chapter. Lol.

2.I LOVE IT

3.I thought it was alright

4. You're cruel, no your evil! Poor Sakura

5.I hate fan girls, even though I am one, hehe.

7.!!!!!

8. this fan fiction is sick, I should stop reading it right now, but because of my morbid curiosity I will keep reading. Muahahahaa.

9.I love pain, you should kill everyone HAHAHAHAAAA (…how about no…)

10.…

11.0.0

12.…are you mental? (no)