I'm sorry if the chapter is a bit short. And if there are any mistakes. And if you don't understand some sentences (my first language is French and I kinda translate the stuff directly in my head, sooooo). So, please drop a review. It would be very nice of you. Please?(puppy eyes)

Anyway, sorry there isn't any Naruto related stuff yet. I still haven't decided which character to take as a victim. Mu. ha. ha. ha. Evil laugh is so evil.

Disclaimer: I do not, I repeat, I do not own Naruto. Masashi Kishimoto does. I only own Richard, his friends and the girl(I don't know what to name her. Wanna help? Please drop a suggestion in the review. thanks)

Aaanypoop, enjoy!

I was walking to school. It was winter, and I was cold. My ripped clothes didn't help me. But I was taking my time, looking in the shop's showcase. My stomach was rumbling. I didn't pay attention to it. I was used to it anyway. I pulled my hood closer to my face. Didn't want any kids to cry because of the scar that was covering half of my face. Trust me, it happened two or three times, when I wasn't careful enough and the wind blew the hood of my head.

After one hour of walking, I ended up in front of the school's door. I clenched the straps of my bag and walked in. the hot air hit me. I began to relax a bit. Maybe today won't be as bad as the others. Maybe God, or Zeus, or whoever was in charge of the world would be nice to me...

Or not. My hopes vanished when I saw Richard and his group waiting at my locker. Shit. Well, I couldn't really do anything, so I just walked straight into the wolf's mouth. Call me stupid and everything, but it would be worst to avoid them and have them gang up and beat me up outside of school, in a secluded street. As soon as I was at hearing range they began to call me names and laugh.

"Hey freak, why are you still here?"said the leader with a smirk.

"Yeah! I thought we told you to kill yourself. Do you still don't understand?"yelled one of his friends.

"You should help humanity to get rid of your ugly face!" called another

"No wonder your parents left you! You would shame them"

They all began laughing. I sighted and continued walking toward my locker, ignoring them. Richard shoved my head on the cold metal and punched me in the guts. He got pissed of by the blank look, and pushed me on the floor. They all began kicking and pulling my black hair even though there wasn't anything to pull. I cut them when they started to bully me, even though the scar was even more visible now. I curled up into a ball by reflex and started dozing off. What should I eat today? Maybe a sandwich or a piece of bread. They weren't very expensive. Not like I had enough money. Well, I would have after school. I'll just steal some from a rich looking man or woman. See? I'm not sexist.

I kinda wanted to laugh. A bunch of people were beating my ass and all I was thinking about was food. That just proved how messed up my life was. The pain started to fade a bit. Even if it was probably stupid to do that, as I could literally die without knowing, I still loved that trick. Learned to do it long time ago. The bell broke my concentration. The pain came back. They all left me and headed toward class.

I stayed still for a few minutes, before standing up. My forehead was bleeding a bit and I just smudged the blood off. Took my books and headed toward class. My hole body was hurting. I looked at my schedule. History. Good. He wasn't in my class. And I could sleep a little. The teacher didn't mind. In fact, there could be a tiger eating all of his students and he would still be teaching about Romans and stuff. Plus, learning about Christoph Colomb and Napoleon won't help me very much in life.

"So Miss, what kind of studies did you do?"

"What should I have studied for if I want to become a doctor?"

"Well, science, chemistry,..."-

"If I know about World War 2. Can I become one?"

"Of course! You're hired!"

...very unlikely. I walked into the classroom and sat at the very end, in the corner. The teacher didn't even glance my way. I placed my head on my arms. My eyes closed by themselves and I fell into Hypnos arms.

School just finished. I sighted. I really didn't wan't to go ''home''. I was dragging my feet. I noticed a rich looking man. Good. My first victim of the day. I sneaked up on him from behind. I began to follow him. I waited until we were in a crowded place. Then, I ''accidentally'' bumped into him, snatching his wallet. I walked away in a casual manner, until he couldn't see me. I then opened the money holder, and took away most of the cash. Time to give it back. I'm not mean, you know? I did notice the picture of the little girl being held by what I assumed was her dad in there. What if it was the only picture he had of her, before she was kidnaped and killed by a freaking werewolf. I think I have too much imagination. And niceness in myself. It's going to cause my downfall someday.

After giving back the wallet (without him noticing, of course), I went in a shop to by a tuna sandwich. Hated this stuff. But it was half price. Who in their right mind would give up a chance like that. I finally bought two of them. Everyone in the shop was eying me suspiciously. Maybe because I looked like I wanted to steal something. They weren't wrong. That poutine looked delicious...

After my little errand, I still had money left. Lots of money left. I took half of it and hid it in my shoes, my socks and my bra. I placed the rest in my pocket. I started to head to my house, when I noticed a kid and his grandma. They looked hungry. A bowl was placed in front of their feet. The grandma was holding a piece of paper, with a "Please, my grandson needs to go to school. We don't have enough money to pay to his education" written in black marker. I sighted. If you didn't noticed, I tended to do that a lot. I placed my two sandwich in their hands, and handed them a bit of my money (from my pocket of course!). The woman looked at me with grateful eyes. I looked at the child. I dropped my bag pack on the floor, and took out some pencils, a sharpener, and an unused notebook. I gave him the stuff. He looked as if he wanted to cry. I nodded my head and smiled a bit. I continued my path. Behind me, I heard the grandma whisper to her grandson: "Give one to her. She deserves it" I then felt a weird tingly sensation run up my spine. I turned around to see what they meant, but all I found was a deserted alley.

I sat next to a TV shop. I watched two or three Naruto episodes each day there. You know, who wouldn't take advantage of free TV? Of course, there wasn't any sound so I didn't really understand anything, except that they were ninjas, that the orange guy, who I assumed was Naruto, liked the pink crazy girl, who liked the blue dude, who had a love/hate relationship with Naruto. Yeah. I really would like to have someone like that. Someone that will say hi, that will laugh and joke with me. That would fight for the smallest thing, but catch me if I fell. That will do the stuff friends do.

I was in front of the door. My house could barely be called a house. The window were so dirty, we couldn't even look through them. The paint was coming of. Some bricks were missing. In other words, it was a haunted house. I prayed that he wasn't here, or drunk. Or, that he was soooo drunk, he passed out. I carefully opened the door. The stupid thing creaked. I entered the house of your nightmares, and close the door behind me. You would think that the inside was less creeping. Naaaaaaa. It was filthy and disgusting as hell. The smell of beer filled my nose. Bottles of beer littered the ground. I was making my way toward my room-which was actually the attic, when arms pulled me down the stairs. My head hit the railing. Couldn't people be more gentle with it? Like, seriously, there's my brain in there!

"Were's the money?" My ''dad'' asked, while holding me by the collar. Well someone woke up on the wrong side of his bed. I took it out of my pocket. He grabbed it and shoved me against the wall. Pizza. Think about pizza.

"There's not enough." he stated in a dangerous tone "You know what happens when there isn't enough..." I trembled in fear. I couldn't give him the wad I hid, because the punishment will be even worse. He punched me in the face. I could feel blood dripping from my lips. I threw another punch, this time aiming at my eye. How am I going to explain this to the teachers now? Oh, wait, I won't have to-they don't care.

I fell on the carpet instead of the wooden floor. Oh, how I loved this carpet. He began kicking me way harder than the other times. Pain. So much pain. Think about food. Spaghetti is good. With melted cheddar. And meat. And maybe, just maybe some vegetable. Now that I think about it, when did I last eat? If I recall, I think it was three days ago. That explains why I was so dizzy!

Suddenly, he stopped kicking. He walked in the kitchen. Shit. He wouldn't dare. Ok, maybe he would. I stood up faster than I should. I felt like barfing. I stumbled in the corridor, trying to reach the door. I was almost there when I heard a crack. And pain on my back. He took out the whip. Oh, and not any whip. My favorite: the I-freaking-have-spikes-and-I-am-here-to-bring-you-the-most-pain-in-your-life whip.

He hit me again and again and again with it. I was a bloody mess. I couldn't breathe without having the feeling I was giving birth to a baby elephant. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a bit. Make it five baby elephants and a porcupine.

I could feel my life slowly dripping out. I couldn't feel anything anymore. And that how I knew I would die. It wasn't that bad. Not the fact that I was dying, cause that felt horrible. But the fact that no one will miss me. No one will worry. No one will care or wonder, why, why I wouldn't be there the next day. Why I wasn't strolling in the streets, looking in the glass of shops. Why I wasn't sitting in the back of the class. Why the loner of the school wasn't there. Why I wasn't moving and breathing anymore. Why no one took the hint and came to my help. Why no one saved me while I was drowning. Why I was found beaten to death by my adoptive father.

I just wish I had a mom, and a dad, and siblings. An aunt or an uncle. Cousins. Grandparents. Friends. I just wish I had people that would love and worry about me.

So? did you found that heartbreaking? Then prepare yourself. 'Cause this just the beginning. But seriously, did you liked it? Please tell me what to improve. Don't worry, I won't cry if you say my story is not that good. (but please, please refrain yourself saying it in a harsh manner, because you will find me under my bed, crying myself to sleep.)