HI! Sooo...
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Like...anything...except My Naruto and Sasuke Keychain.
So..Constructive Criticism is wanted. This probably has a bunch of mistakes, and well.. I kinda just posted it quickly. Before I regretted and never posted it...so well yeah! Tips are wanted, and well...tell me what you think?
izzy-
We were a happy family of four. My dad, mom, me and my younger brother Lucas. The perfect little family. It wasn't until mother was caught cheating that my father went his way with Lucas while I was left with my mother. I Love my mom and dad, specially little Lucas, now and then I wonder if he'll still remember me. After the court had made their decision my mother let the man who separated our family into our home.
I didn't like the way he'd stare at me, or the conversations he tried to start-up with me the moment my mother was out of the house. He scared me, and I did all I could to avoid him. From the perfect life I had to the broken home I know live in. It all feels like a distant memory, to be honest with you , all the laughs and smiles we had when we still lived with my father. It hurts, but I've moved on.
Receiving full marks on all my classes wasn't that hard when all I did was go to the library and study till closing time. Sure, there were times I just didn't feel like going to the library, and so I went home and locked myself inside my room. There was a time, Once, where I had gone home early, locked myself inside my room and sat down doing my assignments there instead of at the library. I hadn't realized he was home that day.
FLASHBACK
As I was sitting down, I heard heavy footsteps heading toward my room. I stopped what I was doing and looked towards the door, for a reason I couldn't explain my heart was pounding so fast and hard I could hear it. I saw the door handle shake, and for the first time in my life I was glad I had locked the door. Then I heard the first bang, then the second, and I quickly scrambled away.
It was him, my mother's boyfriend, the man who caused my father and mothers separation. He started yelling at me, demanding I opened the door, he had a little surprise for me, he'd say he was going to make me feel really good. I was scared. I didn't know what to do, so I started to move my bed, my book-case, everything, anything, in front of my door just incase he managed to break down the door. He kept banging on the door, kicking it, to the point where the door looked like it was about to break down, and as a small 13-year-old, I did the only thing I thought I could do.
I called my father on the cellphone he had given me before he had left. I heard it ring, and ring. For each ring I heard him pound on the door, until finally, he answered.
"Honey, I'm busy at work, whats the matt—" I didn't even let him finish his question as I interrupted him.
"Daddy! I'm so scared, Daddy please come back home, hurry!" I heard the man bang on the door once more and a whimper passed through my lips. "Daddy, please, come home before he gets me.." I started to cry and cry, I could barely hear his questions about "Who" was gonna get me, "Where" I was.
"that man, daddy, that man is gonna get me, please daddy I'm scared." I started to panic, that man, he was almost inside, the lock had broken, and he was just struggling to get passed all the furniture I had moved to block the door.
"Sarah! Listen to me." I heard my fathers loud voice, the voice he used when he meant business, and I couldn't help but straighten my posture and calm down a bit, giving him my full attention.
"Where are you honey?"
"In my room."
"Ok. This is what you're gonna do, you're gonna head to the nearest public place, understood honey? Get out through the window and I'll be there a soon as possible."
"The nearest public place? I'll be at the library then."
"I love you Sarah."
"I love you too Daddy."
FLASHBACK END
After I had climbed out of my window and carefully jumped down on to the floor, I distinctly remember feeling pain on the soles of my feet, but I didn't stop there, No. I didn't stop running until I reached the promised place. After my father picked me up, and took me to his home, I couldn't help but cry, the memory is slightly blurry, but I do remember talking to police officers, and I'm not sure what happened, but I was apparently too young to be let into the court room and allowed a voice, it apparently didn't matter that their decision would decide what happened to my life, I didn't matter. It was a week later, that my mother took me back to her home.
I had only been with my father for a week, and it already felt like the only home I'd ever feel comfortable in, yet I wasn't allowed to stay. My mother took me back with her at the end of that week, I was planning on saying so many things to her, yell at her, scream at her, ask her why. But the moment I saw her face, no words came out. She looked disheveled. Her hair was messy, and her eyes were red, you could tell she had cried. I couldn't bring it within myself to bring her more pain, so I kept quiet.
All it took was another week living with my mother before she brought back the same man back into the house. Promising me, that it wouldn't happen again, that he was drunk and he wouldn't do it again, apparently he had promised her. I stared at her, unbelievingly. How could she do this to me? Since he came back, I always have a metal bat right next to my bed. I'm not able to sleep well, but that's ok. As long as my mother is happy, and he doesn't try anything again, I'll be happy, is what I've always told myself.
Its been two years since then, and things have gone missing lately, my mothers things. She'd always blame me, since apparently that man didn't have any needs for her money or jewelries. Every night I could hear him manipulate her, telling her these things about me that weren't true. Why didn't I stand up for myself? Well, I was a coward, but one thing for sure, is that all this pent-up frustration was gonna let loose one day.
The day had started regularly, the sun was shinning. I had gotten dressed and headed out for school. By the time I came back home and went into my room, I couldn't help but get angry. All my things were thrown around, it looked as though someone had ransacked through all my things in search of something. That's when I heard my mother yell my name, and that's when everything had gone downhill.
"I didn't do it!" I yelled. I could feel myself getting angrier and angrier by the minute.
"What? So my money grew legs and left on its own?" My mother sneered towards my shorter form. "Is that what your telling me?" She beckoned once more. My mother is beautiful, with her long dirty blonde hair, her stormy gray eyes. She was tall, and her figure was still spectacular even though she had given birth twice, but when she was angry, you made sure to avoid her.
"No! Obviously not!" I quickly replied, feeling slightly intimidated by her posture. My mother had never lifted a hand against me, that still doesn't mean I wasn't cautious.
"Then where is it?!" She quickly asked once more. You could practically see her patience running out. "Answer me Sarah!" I couldn't help but cringe, once she said my name I knew I wasn't getting out of this nicely.
"I…I." I started fumbling around trying to think of a possible answer before the situation worsened.
"You what?" She asked, her hands on her waist as she looked down on me. "Stop muttering and answer me for Christ sake! What did I do to deserve a daughter like you?!" Suddenly the issue wasn't about her missing money.
"You're never home, always out doing God knows what!" She suddenly tells me, rage still clear in her dark gray eyes. "I didn't raise you to a fucking street rat!"
"I'm at the library doing homework!" I quickly refute her assumptions. "And you never raised me, I raised myself!"
That was obviously the wrong thing to say, seeing as her face went red from anger. "Who pays the bills? Who pays for this roof over your head? Who makes sure you have food to fill your stomach with?"
I quickly shut my mouth. What could I say to that? At seeing my face she smirked as she continued her tirade.
"You never clean this house! I come home from work, tired, and just simply want to get home to rest, not come home to a fucking Pig Sty!" She quickly bit back at me. My mother wasn't one to lose an argument, but neither was I.
"I do clean this house! I barely got home from school to find my room has been ransacked, I was god damn accused of stealing money from you, my own fucking mother! Well new flash! Don't you think if I really was stealing your money you'd see me with my new-found purchases?! I clean enough, that doesn't mean I'm your damn maid!" I finished telling her. She's quiet, and just when I think I've won, she slaps me.
She had never raised her hand against me, I guess I must have gone too far, I mean, Where would I be if I didn't have my mother?
She continued her tirade despite my dazed face. "Don't you talk to me like that young lady! Fine, get out of this house, leave everything and get out! See if anyone is willing to put up with an ungrateful brat like you." That seemed to snap me out of my musings. I stare at her, shock written on my face. She couldn't possibly be serious. Judging by her face, she must be.
"Go!" She yells at me once more pointing towards the door, "The door is right there! I don't want to see your face in my presence any longer! Hurry and GO!" I don't even realize my legs had started moving, I just mechanically moved one leg in front of the other and found myself at the library. I couldn't help but feel vulnerable.
I stayed within the library, until dark like any other day, the only difference was that this time I couldn't go home, I didn't have a 'home' any longer. What was I supposed to do? I tried contacting my father, but after the incident where he had slapped my mother, he had changed his number. I wasn't able to contact him any longer.
I didn't know what to do anymore. That's when I remembered money I had saved up and deposited inside my bank account. I slowly reprimanded myself, even if I had money, the account was under my mothers name. I couldn't access it without her being with me.
"It's official," I found myself saying out loud to no one, "my life sucks." Where could I go? A friend's house? I could go over to Zoey's house. But her parents are really strict and don't even like me. That wouldn't work out. I couldn't go to Marks house either since he's a guy, and well his parents wouldn't approve either, I mean who'd want to have the daughter of a broken down family in their home?
I started walking back home, to my mother's home. Maybe she had cooled down and wasn't angry anymore? Maybe she'd let me back inside the house? Maybe something would change and she'd turn back into the mother I love and adore?
When I got to my block, I knew something was wrong, there were people outside their homes. Some of them saw me and either cringed or had looks of sympathy. I didn't like their stares at all. I started to speed walk, keeping my head facing the ground and I only raised as my house came into view. It was strange, the same window I had jumped out of years ago, was the same window where I saw all of my things being thrown out of.
"Mom?" I ask tentatively, suddenly all the stares made sense. As I stood outside the window, staring up at it on the second floor, I couldn't help but think, this is it.
"Mom?" I ask once more, voice steady, and louder. I still hadn't given up hopefully moving in with my dad if my mother ever really kicked me out.
She was obviously struggling with the last thing she was taking out, I could barely make out the corner of my desktop hard drive when it started falling towards me, all I could do was stare as it hit me, straight on my head. It knocked me down instantly. I was a small thin girl, and hadn't eaten anything in about two days, and so after touching the wound on my head, barely managing to keep consciousness, I brought down my hand and saw blood.
I knew I wasn't going to make it. I carefully turned my head and saw all my neighbors had gone inside, and as I stare back up towards my window, I'm barely able to make out my computer monitor falling down on me as my vision goes black.
Everything was dark, Am I dead? While everything was dark I couldn't help but feel warm and strangely cozy. This must be someones idea of a joke If I'm truly dead. Who in their right mind dies because a computer monitor and hard drive landed on them? God, people must be laughing at the head lines, "Local Girl, discovered dead, assailant? Her Desktop computer."
It felt as though I was floating in this everlasting darkness, there was a distinct beating noise, it sounded so very soothing. As time passed I could make out other noises, muffled strange-sounding noises. It sounded like a man and a woman. Whenever I heard them near, I couldn't help but kick and punch and try to reach out toward them. As much as I loved feeling so calm and relaxed, I wanted out.
I'm not sure how long I was in the cozy darkness but, when I felt something hold my head, and pull I couldn't properly start thinking, it was weird. I wasn't thinking properly. All I could think was, "wow, it looks like someone is holding my head." They pulled and pulled, and suddenly I wasn't in the dark warmth I had grown accustomed to. Suddenly I regretted wanting to get out the dark warmth, everything was too bright now, too cold, and I didn't have the strength to move around.
As I tried to get acquainted with my surroundings, I felt something collide with my bare bottom. I let out a loud scream and cried out loud to my heart's content. I didn't know why I was crying so much, it just, it hurt so much. They placed something at my mouth and I tried to bite, that didn't do anything, it seemed I had lost all my teeth. but as I bit, I tasted something so indescribably delicious and finally I started sucking. I'm barely able to hear a hum of approval from whoever is holding me.
It's strange, as I open my eyes and look up to see a woman with scarlet red hair, and the same dark gray eyes my mother had, but this ladies eyes, they're different from the last time I had seen my mother. She has the same Eyes my mother used to have, back before my family was broken up. I stare at her, and can't bring myself to look away from those loving eyes of hers. How many times had I gone back home, hoping, wishing that my mother would look at me with loving eyes once more?
That's when I realize, she's holding me, I'm tiny, and …what in the world is going on?
It took me about 2 weeks to finally comprehend what was happening, that I had apparently reincarnated. I was a baby, a small baby, and the two red heads where my mother and father. and they both spoke Japanese, well wasn't I lucky I took a Japanese class? I knew what they said when they said it slowly, it was hard to understand what they said when they spoke so quickly. What was I even doing in Japan?
It was the same routine almost everyday, thankfully my apparent mother, it was still a bit hard to just call her mother even if I was simply thinking it, took me everywhere around the house. She was trying to acquaint me to my new home. I'd drink my food, be carried around by my mother, get partly smothered by my father, and get my diaper changed before they put me to bed. Getting my diaper changed is one of the most embarrassing things I'd had to face so far.
At nights I'd wake up, stare up towards the ceiling and wonder if this was truly going to be my new life. I'd wonder what kind of people my new parents where, they seemed kind and loving, but you could never know. I'd also wonder at the strange sensation I felt residing inside me. It was easy to move it this way, or that way, to get it to my toes or my fingertips. I loved the way it felt so warm a sunny and bright, it felt loving, like a mothers cradle.
I feel so bad every time I start to cry when it's night-time. But I can't help it. How else am I supposed to catch their attention? I notice my father look at me strangely when I mess around with that strange feeling inside me, when I move it from body part to body part, keeping me nice and cozy . I tried to use it to call out to my father or mother, but they don't feel it. Or my call just isn't strong enough, so I cry and become loud, until I feel them approach, They have that nice feeling too, both my father and mothers feel like a soothing flame, I still can't tell them apart since they feel so similar. But I quiet down as one of them stands behind my bedrooms door.
It looks like my mother is the one that got up, It's hard to communicate with her, seeing as my vocal cords are too weak and it's not like I can just start talking to them. Instead of voicing out my wants, I lick my lips and start savoring up my mouth in front of her. She see's me and coo's gently picking me up while she heads to the kitchen. It strange how when she feeds me I can't help but gently close my eyes as I drink the warm milk.
It's strange, today she's feeding me inside her room, where my father just stares at us, smiling while gently moving around my hair. Hmmm. What color is my hair? Actually…how do I even look?
For the first time, since my birth, I'm able to hear my father call me my name instead of the usual "My baby girl."
"Look at her darling." I hear my Otou-sans strong soothing voice call to my Oka-san.
"Our little Karin Uzumaki."
Karin…Well that's a pretty name. I think I like it. Uzumaki?…isn't that…isn't that Narutos last name?
