Hikarru: Well, Finals are this week and I am starting this story as a "stress-reliever".

Sasuke: Boy, doesn't THAT sound wrong.

Hikarru: …EW! Teme! You are so weird!

Sasuke: Whatever.

Hikarru: Do the disclaimer, please!

Sasuke: Hikarru doesn't own anything pertaining to Naruto.

Hikarru: WARNINGS: There are SLIGHT mentions of rape, but they are subtle.

Sakura: TT^TT

Sasuke: She knows that it will be her.

Sakura: TT^TT

Hikarru: Stop being such a baby. It's FICTION for a reason.

Sakura: Oh! Ok. :D

S&H: -slap forehead-

Sakura: 3

Hikarru: BTW, this is in Sakura's POV.

"Sakura, you are so pretty!"

"Sakura, would you go out with me?"

Sakura this, Sakura that. This has been going on since the day I was born.

I, Sakura Haruno, am apparently so "pretty" that I get bullied by it. You ask, what does she mean by that? Well I will tell you or rather "show" you.

Flashback

I was ten years old and my mother has died a few days ago. I was in the classroom at lunch, sobbing and sulking. One of my best friends, Naruto Uzumaki, came into the classroom.

"Sakura-Chan?" Naruto asked.

I looked at him with my emerald eyes glistening with tears, "Yeah?"

"U-um…" Naruto stuttered, "Are you alright?"

I chuckled, "What do you think?"

Naruto walked over to me and gave me a bear hug. This gesture made me feel instantly better. I absolutely loved my best friends. They didn't "love" me like everyone else did. They were my REAL friends. Naruto, Sasuke, Ino, Hinata, Kiba, and Temari, these were my best friends.

I hugged him back, smiling brightly, "Thanks, Naruto! I really needed that!"

"S-Sakura-Chan?" Naruto asked, his chin on top of my head where I couldn't see his face.

"What?" I replied, my curiosity was acting up.

"I have something to tell you." he said.

I started to panic, "What is it?"

"I-I love you." Naruto kept his face hidden.

I gasped silently. I had a feeling, but I never wanted to believe it. He was one of the closest of my best friends, so hearing him say that hurt my as if I were shot in the chest.

"Why?" I asked, vehement in my voice, "Is it because I am 'pretty'?"

"W-what?" Naruto backed up, "No-"

"Because I assure you that I am NOT pretty." I pointed my finger, "You are my best friend, Naruto. To hear you say something that I have heard from so many people, it doesn't mean anything good. It means bad things, like bullying and pain. Please, take it back."

"No." Naruto said stubbornly, "I DO love you. So why would I take it back?"

"Naruto!" I dropped to my knees, "PLEASE!"

Naruto was taken aback, "But-"

"Please…" I begged, more tears cascaded down my face.

"Ok, I take it back." Naruto said meekly.

"Thank you." I got back up.

About this time, he noticed the "bruises" on my neck.

"What happened?" he asked, reaching out to touch them.

I moved away, "These are from the people that say they love me, Naruto."

Naruto froze, "They do 'things' to you?"

I nodded, "Along with my father."

Naruto had an appalled look on his face, "That's terrible!"

"See? Do you now see why I hate to be loved?" I asked, "Because 'love' for me is painful. I never want it. I'm sorry, Naruto."

"Why are YOU sorry?" Naruto held me once more, a friendly and caring gesture this time, "You shouldn't be sorry for their crimes."

"Thank you, Naruto." I smiled as I slumped into his embrace.

That's when the bell rang and it was time to get to Kakashi-Sensei's class.

…

The bell for the end of class rang and I was in no hurry to get home. After my mom had died, my father had become… "abusive". I'm ashamed to call him my father.

I finally got home and opened the door.

"Sakura?" my father's voice came from the living room.

I froze in fear, I considered the options running through my head. I could always run, but the last time that had happened, which was yesterday, he almost beat me to death. I could always lie and say that I have so much homework, but he doesn't care and tells me to do it "after". There wasn't many options to choose from.

"Sakura." his voice was more demanding, he knew that I was thinking of escape.

I panicked and ran up the stairs. BIG MISTAKE. He heard my running footsteps.

"SAKURA!" he growled as he ran after me, "GET BACK HERE!"

He grabbed onto my ankle and I fell on the stairs. I looked back and he still had my ankle, a mad look in his eye.

I kicked him in the face, sending his down the stairs as I continued to climb. I knew that I was digging my own grave here, but I was panicking. He got up and I could tell that he was angry because I hear him growl vehemently.

"Damn it, Sakura." he cursed, "Didn't we go through this yesterday. You will NEVER get away from me." He then walked calmly up the stairs. When he was calm like that, that was when I feared him most.

He picked me up by my hair and dragged me down the steps. He then flung me into the kitchen. I grabbed a knife for protection. How many mistakes was I going to make? This was just going to provoke him. He grabbed the knife, slammed one of my hands palm-down onto the counter and stabbed the knife though my hand to pin it to the counter. I let out a bloodcurdling scream.

He smacked me across the face with his belt and I flew(the best I could with my hand pinned) onto the table. He climbed onto the table and began beating me with the belt. Eventually, everything else was a blur and I was pretty sure about what he was going to do next. I blacked out after that.

…

I woke up on the table, blood all over my body. The knife was still pinning my hand to the counter. I grabbed the hilt with my other hand and shakily pulled it out. My whole body felt a jerk of pain shoot through my body as I moved.

"You should of done what you were told." my 'father' sat on the couch, reading a newspaper.

I was going to say, 'Like you told me anything!' but I kept my mouth shut. I got up and off of the table, pain still making my body shake. I bandaged my hand up and began to trail towards the stairs.

"Hey, make me dinner in a little bit." my 'father' said without looking up.

'Sure, why not?' I said in my head as I said aloud, "Of course."

"Good girl." he praised me.

I shakily began ascending the stairs. Tears began to once again fall down my cheeks. I opened my door and walked in, closing the door behind me, and then falling onto my bed. I turned on my stereo and listened to my favorite singer, Kerli. Her songs were so good to listen to when I was sad or in pain.

The song "Bulletproof" came on, which was my second favorite song of hers. I sang along to the words and cried at the course.

"I am trying not to think about
All the things you did before,
But sometimes it all just gets to me.
I can't take it anymore.
I'll stay with you,
But remember
Be careful what you do,
Cause I'm not bulletproof."

I smiled weakly and repeated, "I'm not bulletproof."

End of Flashback

Hikarru: I DO NOT OWN KERLI! OR THE SONG!

Sasuke: Wow, this was REALLY f***ed up.

Sakura: I KNOW! TT^TT

Hikarru: I told you that it was. I was inspired by Gaby-Chan and her story This Horrible And Painful Thing I Call My Life. Now THAT story is messed up, BIG TIME. I LOVE IT!

S&S: -sweat drop-

Hikarru: This story is dedicated to my inspiration, GABY-TAN! 3 Next chapter should be up soon. :P Mata ne, Mina-San!