Hey Izari-Hime back for business. I'll make this short here's the second chapter of Invisible Heartbreak. Hope you enjoy it!

Words - Diary Entry

Words - Normal POV

Words- Lyrics

To my book of thoughts…Here I am writing again. I can't say any of this allowed so this will have to do for the moment. I really hate staying in this household for any longer. Just because I'm only 15 years old the damn law can't let me live alone. They say the law is to protect people and stop chaos from ensuing. Depends on how you look at it. What if you're prisoner and a rag doll in your own home? My home in my case is my place of captivity.

This entry won't be too long because I really can't. It's 8:00 in the morning and my "parents" will get up soon and the torment will start for another day all over again. I always have to watch my back in the place I live. Who knows who will be after me for who knows what reason? Existing probably. That isn't necessarily my fault now is it?

End of entry

Sakura Haruno 15

Invisible Heartbreak

Chapter 2

Anguish

Here I am attempting to walk down this hallway without being noticed. It's 8:15 in the morning. What kinda people would wake up just to treat their daughter horribly right? Well, that's what I thought. I was making my way down the hallway, which is long and narrow so there was no place to hide. Just great. Trying to contrast black track pants and a fitted black shirt against a white wall. Real smart. Ok, I didn't notice my "parents" walk out of their room down the hall and here I am looking like a ninja without even decent stealth ability. Why do I say that? Because they saw me. Crystal clearly. Luckily, the stairs were near by so I just bolted down them instead and made my way into the kitchen for a rushed breakfast. I don't want to be stuck with them for more than 5 minutes. Who knows what will happen in just that short time.

I was in the kitchen eating a piece of toast when they walked in looking or attempting to look all high and mighty with my "brother" trailing behind them. He's not any better I must say. They all sat at the table and then my father shoved me so hard that I crashed into the floor. These things usually come with no warning what so ever so I'm pretty used to it. I picked my self up and decided to walk out of the kitchen. When I reached the entryway, my father threw a glass and it missed my head by 2 inches. The flying crystal made a large gash along my cheek. The piece of glass implanted itself into my cheek but not deep enough to go all the way through. This didn't even faze me.

I went up to my room and once again decided to go outside. I don't really have anywhere to go so I just packed my mini black messenger back with my bus pass, mp3 player, cell phone, chapstick because lip gloss smells funny and some money. As of clothing, I wore a white flowey top that had long sleeves, dark denim jeans and knee high black boots with a thick one-inch heel. I was also adorning a very stylist white bandage across my cheek. I don't really care about what I'm wearing all that much. I brushed my hair, ran down the stairs and straight through the door. Not without out putting my shoes on of course.

I walked mindlessly for as long my feet could take me for the time being. The song "Get Out Alive" by "Three Days Grace" came on and I finally had woken up from my zone out. It was really boring so I took the bus to the other side of town just to kill sometime.

The streets were full of people enjoying the summer holiday with the people they loved and cared about. I was one of the only people alone. Sometimes I longed to be like them. However, I already knew that because of my status that no one might accept me. I was an outcast, a reject and worst of all probably had the most things to hide than anyone else.

After a few hours, I got tired of looking at what I didn't have and probably never could have and decided to go back to the house I stayed at. I waited at the bus stop for 10 minutes until the bus came. If only this bus would take me somewhere that I belong…This dream replays in my head over and over again. No matter how much a dream replays, it might never come true.

I boarded the empty bus and sat at the back. The scenery passed by me in a blur as I leaned my head against the window. People, people and more people. All walking around and enjoying themselves. I am not one of them.

The bus had reached my stop. I hopped off it and walked the rest of the way.

When I got home, I quietly crept through the door trying to be unnoticed. Instead of being met by a simple dirty look or something, I felt someone yank my hair my hair and turn me face to face with the piercing green eyes of my father.

He had pulled my hair so hard that I felt a warm liquid trickling down the back of my neck.

The tips feet were barley grazing the floor as I hung in mid air by my neck.

I was feeling a little delirious with my oxygen flow being cut off.

He took my existence out on me. It might have been my fault, or might have not been. All I knew was that I was dead in his eyes, but he obviously wanted me dead for real.

He swung form side to side. I was still midair with my airflow cut off. Desperately needed air filled my lungs as I flew across the room.

"Worthless crap why won't you die!?!?!"

I hit the wall and slumped to the floor.

I forced my legs up and walked back across the room keeping my balance as if my life depended on it. It did. In a way. One wrong step literally and I will find my self in his tightly clenched grasp once again.

Keeping my walking in check, I made my way toward the stairs. A last blow was delivered to my cheek. I almost had lost my footing as my head swung fiercely to one side and hit the wall.

"Bitch." he scoffed and left.

My father walked away silently after my head had hit the wall. After he left I continued on my path up the stairs.

I will not show him the weakness that he is craving. However, not showing weakness, isn't necessarily showing strength either.

I got to my room and opened the door. Right after I got inside I locked the door. Then I grabbed my mp3 player and crawled into my closet. It sounds somewhat childish, crawling into a closet and all but it's the only closed place in this house that I can escape to. The darkness seemed comforting. It engulfed me as I crumpled onto the floor. Breathlessly I coughed out the warm blood that was filling up my lungs replacing it with much-needed oxygen. I then remembered that I hadn't locked my closet from the inside. I had to kneel on my knees, shaking with all it's worth to lock it. Reaching out to the sliding lock, then to the chain. I had put them in a while ago in case the lock on my bedroom door didn't hold up. If they both were broken down…..It might just be the end of me.

"I will not cry…..I will not….cry"

My voice cracked at the end of my sentence and I mentally slapped myself. As if that will add any more pain to what I'm already feeling. I stood up in my walk-in closet and turned on the light. There was a mirror in the back and I took a look at the status of my battered body. Most of the damage can be covered up with long sleeves and a pair of jeans. Except for the cuts and bruises adorning my face. I'll wear whatever I want for all I care. It's not me who had anything to hide isn't it? It's that man who's tainted blood runs through my veins. He is the one who has gotten something to hide.

My legs are still strong enough to walk. More like stumble but it's better than not being to move, breath and live altogether. Only one of my arms is twisted into an awkward position from the impact of being thrown against the wall but the other one is still mostly functional. Good enough for me. I can't stay here at the moment any minute longer.

For so long my life's been sewn up tight inside your hold
And it leaves me there without a place to call my own

I know now what shadows can see
There's no point in running 'less you run with me
It's half the distance to the open door

After packing my bag, I Dragged myself out of my window and climbed down the tree right outside of it. I decided to go out to the beach again.

Before you cut me down
Again
Let me introduce you to the end

And I feel the cold wind blowing beneath my wings
It always leads me back to suffering

Every single motion and movement, as simple as breathing, needed endurance and tonnes of stamina. I had plenty of it.

But I will soar until the wind whips me down

Leaves me beaten on unholy ground again
So tired now of paying my dues
I start out strong but then I always lose

It's half the distance before you leave me behind

I had reached my destination after about 10 minutes. After setting my bag down, I planted myself in the sand not too close to the water but not too far either.

It's such a waste of time
'Cause my shackles
You won't be
And my rapture
You won't believe

My bag's contents were anaesthetic, bandages, bus pass, cell phone and mp3 player. I got out my cell phone to check the time then I sat down in the cool sand.
And deep inside you will bleed for me
So here I slave inside of a broken dream
Forever holding onto splitting seams
So take your piece and leave me alone to die
I don't need you to keep my faith alive

After sitting down, I had finally taken notice to the horizon. The sun was sitting right along it readying itself for it's nightly slumber. Or so it seems from this point for view.

I know now what trouble can be
And why it follows me so easily
It's half the distance through the open door
Before you shut me down
Again

I Looked at my twisted arm…Right then I knew that I had to re-set it or I was going to be stuck with it this way. It was something I was used to doing, but it still was extremely painful.

Let me introduce you to the end

'Cause my shackles
You won't be
And my rapture
You won't believe

But I could handle it.

"One………Two………Three."

I whispered and with a jolt I twisted my dislocated arm back into place. A scream had unconsciously erupted from my throat. Which I had hoped had been muffled by the loud crashing waves of the sea. It didn't look like anyone was here to help my anyways.

And deep inside you will bleed for me

Though you know you care
'Cause my shackles
You won't be
And my rapture

That had been the thing to finally take a real toll on me. I fell back into the sand with my head to the side.

You won't believe
And deep inside you will bleed for me

And my laughter
You won't hear
The faster

The last thing I saw before my eyes slowly shut, was a hazy image of a black haired person in the distance coming towards me. Then darkness over powered me.

I disappear
And time will burn your eyes to tears

-End of Chapter 2-

Note: This was edited. On Sunday December 23 2007

Song - Shackled by Vertical Horizon

Great song I love those guys (but they're not my fave band thought XD)

Hope you enjoyed that chapter. Comments, criticisms, reviews ect…welcome. Hit me with your best shot XD and the next chapter will come out earlier than this one has, sorry to keep you waiting. I already have it finished by hand.