OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG!!! I'm sooooooooooooooooooooo sorry. I'm not dead! I promise! I just lost the urge to write thats all. But i'm back now! I'm sooory.

Enjoy this non-one shot story as a token of my appreciation for all of you guys that read my stuff!

Sakura's Story

My name is Haruno Sakura. I'm just like you, probably. I'm a 14 year old girl going into her freshman year of highschool, I live in a house, get three meals a day, and I have parents. That would seem about right...but unknown to you I have a horrible past full of things I'd rather not share to you. But, I have no choice but to, since it's the only way my torment can end. Someone must hear my story, my story of how I lived, what I went through, and who saved me from it all.

My story takes place in the village of Konoha, which is located in the fire country. That's where I grew up, and the last place I would have wanted to go to since I left. It brings back too many memories. But I have no choice but to come back. I need to regain my memories, my old memories, you told me. I didn't want to, but you didn't give me a choice but to. You want to know what happened, but you don't give me the chance to tell you. You're always so persistent on what should be done to make sure the whole story is told. You want to get it documented, you say to me. But I know that you just want to make this public to the entire Fire country. You're the only one that will listen, but you're the last person I would want to tell my story to.

Reguardless, I will tell you. I'll tell you the whole thing, and I won't hold back, as far as you know.

Because sometimes, there are things best left unsaid.

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"I'm sorry for this. I sincerley am.

I never meaned for you to get caught up in my mess.

Please forgive me for my mistakes."

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Konoha Department Of Investigation (KDI)

Case Number- 19023

Name: Haruno Sakura

Age: 14

Birthday: March 28, 1994

Occupation: Book Store Assistant

Hobby: Reading

Habit: Bitting Upper Lip

Residence: Uchiha Residence

Parents: Hitoshi Satou (1974- ), Asami Haruno (1975-1999)

Case: Abuse

Details: Abusive Father, deceased mother. Beaten on regular basis by father. Large brusis above waist line. Scars below waist line. Tested for drugs. Test positive for marijaina, cocain, tobaco. Non-self admistered. Drugs forced.

Father tested. Test positive for marijiana, cocain, tobaco, pcp, heroine. Self- injected. No enternal or external injuries. Minor scratches.

Mother tested. Test positive for marijania, cocain, tobaco, heroine. Non self-administered. Drugs forced. Mother severly beaten. Deep scars above and below waistline. Brusis scattered around entire body.

Time of death: 1:15 a.m. Haruno Residence.

Cause of death: gunshot wounds to head. 4 shots fired.

Suspects: Hitoshi Satou, Haruno Sakura

I go over the list , then quickly hand it back to you. I said that I didn't want to know what had already been found out about what happened to my mother, but you insisted. You said that it might help bring back more memories. You give me the same answer every time. I soon grow to dislike you. You know what I have been through, yet you try so hard to bring back what I have tried so hard to forget. You make me look at so many documents, tell me more and more of what I don't want to know. Tell me more about my mother, how she died. Every gruesome detail. You tell me about my father. Just what kind of man he is. Your theories of why he did what he did. You tell me everything that I don't want to know, and everytime I try to make you stop, you say the same thing.

It could bring back more memories giving me the whole story of what happened to you. I'm trying to help you.

Trying to help me? Ha! That was the last thing you were doing to me. You only wish you were helping me. From the beginning, I could tell you weren't going to help me. You were just going to open me up. Try to get every piece of information from me as you could, before your time was up, and I leave, only to come back the next day, suffering through another two hours of questioning.

I take a good long look at you. From your neatly combed hair, to your wrinkle-less attiar. The way you hold your notepad, and the way you put the end of the pen into your mouth when you listen to me answer another question.

I don't want to tell you more. I want to go back to the Mist country, but you keep me here, like a prisinor. So I have no choice, and continue on with the story.

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"It's all my fault this is happening.

Please don't put the blame on yourself.

Let me take the hit for you."

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Age: 9

Location: Haruno Residence

I'm sitting on the floor in my room. It's around midnight. I should be in bed by now, but I want to stay up. I heard from a group near my lunch table that there was going to be a sloar eclipse happening. Egar to see, I planned on staying up till I saw it. Of course, my father wouldn't agree if I told him. He had always been a hot head, really strict, and demanding. So, I decided not to tell him. I didn't think of it as a big deal at the time, cause I was young, and the punishments weren't too bad. I thought that my father would take it ligthly, and just give me one scolding for staying up late on a school night. So I eagerly sat, awating the solar eclipse.

It felt like forever, and I probably fell asleep because a loud bang made me jump in my skin. I wouldn't have gotten that excited if I was awake. I had a controlled mind.

I looked at the clock hanging from the pink plaster walls, and saw that it was almost two in the morning. Still jumpy, I sat in silence, listening for anything following the loud noise. Nothing. So quickly, the loud noise faded from my mind. I found myself facing the window once more, hoping to see a glimpse of the sloar eclipse. Suddenly, the loud noise came again. I quickly stand up. I get nervous. What could that noise be? Many thoughts come into my mind. Something got knocked over, someone accidently bumped into something? No. Not twice. That's what scared me the most.

So I quietly walk over to my door. Each step I take feels like forever, now that I remember. Then I start to get sweaty. I was so afraid of what the noise was, that I had had second thoughts about going. But my curiosity got the better of me, and before I knew it, I was already at the door, my hand on the handle.

Then you stop me, and start to ask me questions. You get your notepad and pen in place.

Who were the group of kids sitting near my lunch table?

I say I don't know. You move on.

What grade was I in?

I say fourth grade.

How many scoldings would I normally get if the punishment was worse?

I heasitate. More memories come back. Memories of the pain that my father inflicted on me. Eventually I say six or seven. You move on, as if my holding back meant nothing.

Why was I sitting on the floor?

I say I wanted to get a closer view of the moon to see the eclipse.

Why not the window?

I say I didn't feel like standing up.

Was the hand I placed on the handle my right or my left?

I look up at you and give you a funny look. I ask why that is important. You give me the usual answer, and ask again. I say I don't know. You nod your head, and take the pen out of your mouth to write down my answer. I watch you write. You put your pen back down on your lap, and tell me to continue. I ablidge and start again.

I slowly opened the door, trying hard not to make a commotion. I was so nervous, that my hand nearly slipped from the handle. I took a deep breath, and pushed the door out. It was quite. I looked around, searching for the noise. I heard nothing. Then suddenly, a scream rang through my ears. Alerted, I ran towards the source. It sounded like my mother. I quickened my pace. I remember breathing hard despite not running that far.

Then I stopped. I had found the source of the scream. What caused the loud noises. I saw my mother, on the ground, her head bloody. I started to scream, but a hand covered my mouth. I turned to see who it was. It was my father. The man that I had trusted for so long, keeping me from crying out for help for the woman I had trusted for so long. I tried to fight back, so I could get to my mother, but he was stronger than me. He leaned down to my level, and whispered into my ear. He told me that if I tried to scream of fight back, he would kill my mother. I didn't want to see my mother get hurt any more than she already was, so I gave up. He probably sensed it, and started to---

I stop. You look up from your notes. You ask whats wrong. I tell you I don't want to go any deeper into this discussion. I tell you I don't want you to know what he did to me. You insist. You tell me it will help bring back more memories as to what happened. I snap, and quickly stand up from the hardwood chair. You give me a shocked look. You tell me to sit back down. I refuse. A long pause goes by. You try to convince me to sit back down. I don't listen to you, and continue to stand.

Suddenly, the alarm rings. We're both startled. I look toward the alarm. Two hours had passed. I look back at you, and tell you. You quickly put yourself back together, and stand up. You tell me I can leave, after I sign out at the front desk. I say thank you, and gather my things. I make a move to leave, but you tell me to come back tomorrow at the same time. I pause, and take a deep breath. I say ok, and leave.

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"I wish to see you again, in the future.

To see your face, your happiness.

Please, stay happy for me."

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"Did you see those new shoes at Holmes Fashion? I want those sooo badly!"

"Yeah, I want those too, they look really cute!"

"Hey, do you think that they would have them in-"

"Shh!!! That girls coming"

"Who?"

"That Haruno girl. I heard their not doing to well with getting information out of her."

"Haruno girl? You mean the one that got-"

"Shhh! Yes her, now shut up. We don't want her to hear us."

I walk down the long hallway. My destination, away from this place. I'm so sick of it. I've only been here a couple days, but I can't stand it anymore. I feel imprisioned here. I want to leave. Leave, and never come back. Never to see these people again. That is my wish, but it won't happen. Not now. I have to stay here, and suffer till their suffering is over. Till they finally get what they want.

I walk out to the main lobby, where the sign out desk is at. Usually, all I have to do is go up and sign my name after the big signiture in red ink.

We wish you the best of luck, to both those that are finally at peace and will never come back here, and to those that still have a long journy to go with us. If you wish to sign out, please write your name on the dotted line below. Thank you and have a wonderful day.

Signed: Kabuto, medical specialist

That was what the paper always said. No type o's, no punctuation errors, nothing. Beleive me, I've checked it over at least five times. It was the same boring paper. The only thing keeping me from leaving. It's funny though. How just a tiny, insignificant piece of paper can keep me from just walking right out the door. Like I can't just leave. They have to have me sign it, and I don't even know what it's for. Probably to keep in check who was here and when.

They should know that stuff by now. I mean I go here everyday, why would they not know I was here. I have to walk through the front door to get in, and to leave. They would have to know I was here reguardless of what a piece of paper says. Hell, it could even be signed by a stranger forgeing my name. It's pointless.

That's what would usually happen, but not on this day. Oh no. This day, there was someone at the sign out desk. Someone I knew all too well.

"Naruto! What are you doing here?" I asked. Said blond was leaning on the white plaster wall near the door. He had an amused look on his face. This got me curious. Then he answered me.

"I'm here to pick you up." Shock spread across my face. Naruto never comes to pick me up. Why start now? Was something going on?

"Uh, what's the special occasion, Naruto?" I asked.

"I just got off the phone with the nurse from the hospital. She said Sasuke's room is open for visitors." I froze. That name. Sasuke. Sasuke-kun's room was open!

"Are you sure it's okay? I mean I haven't talked to him since-" Naruto cut me off.

"Of course it is. You know, Sasuke gets depressed when he's alone. He would be happy to see us." He said with a smile. I gave him a long hard stare. It was hard to determine wether it was real or fake. Fake, I decided.

Naruto has never been happy. At least, not since Sasuke's incident. He used to be so full of joy and happiness. Now a days, though, all he does is fake his happiness. It's hard to tell wether he's truly happy or not anymore. It seems as though, it's all my fault.

I want the real Naruto back.

Once again....Oh god, I'm soooooo sorry for my lack of updating. I just lost the will to continue writing. I didn't mean to, but it's all over now. Thanks to my little sister, I'm up and writing again.

She was reading a fanfiction, and I felt the strong urge to start writing again. =)

So don't fret, I will see what I can do about those other stories I haven't done or finished yet. I may have to get rid of some since my writing style changed alot. Gomen...=(

But, I will make a comeback, somehow!!! XD