A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews, Sakura0890 and Schwarzwind. I really appreciate it! Well, here is the second chapter. Once again, I don't own Naruto or any related whatevers.

I fell asleep with the light on last night. I woke up to my dad yelling at the top of his lungs at me for doing so. I could start a fire, I'm using to much electricity. I didn't hear most of what he was saying, I was in a haze starting when I woke up. It was Saturday, which meant that I should have been able to sleep in, like the every day, average teenager. The hope of that completely disappeared when my father ended his speech with, "...and if you don't get up to feed the dogs and fold that laundry your mother washed for you, you are going to get it. So get up." I knew what he meant, so I immediately got up as soon as he left. I made my bed, sort of, and rushed to take a shower. I got dressed, and went downstairs. I fed the dogs, who seemed almost scared of who was coming downstairs. I added some extra treats to both of the dogs' food dishes, and folded the laundry. My father was upstairs, doing something useless, most likely. Now that I had woken up, I knew there was no way to get back to sleep again. I pushed up my sleeves, revealing the hand print bruise marks on my upper arms. I didn't hold resentment towards him for the bruises, rather for the emotional ones. I knew that sometimes people needed a punching bag or something alive to take their anger out on. My resistance to pain had improved with my chakra control. It didn't hurt, it couldn't hurt. I was nothing to the world. I was useless, just a tool, a punching bag. I deserved what I got. I heard this so many times, I was starting to believe it.

"Morning, Sakura," my mother said, bringing me back down to earth.

"Hey mom...I'm sorry I was such a jerk yesterday. I had a bad day, but I had no right to take it out on you," I apoligized.

"That's okay. Your a teenager, and I was not exactly nice either! Now, why are you up so early?" She questioned. I knew I couldn't tell her what my father had said, so I stuttered for a minute before coming up with a lie.

"O-oh...Well, see, I just couldn't sleep. Some bird was singing early this morning, and my window had been open," I lied. One lie couldn't hurt.

"Okay then. Just make sure you don't mess up your schedule too much. You have to be in school Monday. No exuses this time." She said, with a caring expression on her face. I almost laughed. If she only knew. My mother started writing a list for the grocery store. I saw it, and inwardly sighed. I would end up going, and I knew it. My father was too lazy and unmotivated, especially when he had me to shove it off on. I went upstairs to grab my mp3 and phone. I had no idea how long the trip would last, so I had to be prepared. I was deep in thought, and barely noticed the silence that accompanied the ride to the store. I don't think that there is any person alive that actually enjoys going to the grocery store.

"Is there anything you want to, I don't know, talk to me about?" asked my mother with another classic look of concern on her face.

I thought of saying, "Yeah. Your husband, the guy that you married hits me, hard, and basically tortures my mind through mental abuse," but almost laughed at what her reaction would be.

"No, why would you think that?" I asked.

"You never speak very much any more, and I'm getting worried. I talked to your father about it, but he seems to think it is just a stage. As long as your sure, hun," she replied. She had talked to dad about me worrying her? This was not going to be good. Oh well.

Once we were in the grocery store, I was terrified that I was going to see someone I knew, while I was with my mother. It wasn't the fact that I was embarassed of her, just, embarassed of the fact that I was at the grocery store with her.

"Heya Sakura! I haven't seen you in forever! Where have you been?" asked Ino as I practically jumped out of my skin.

"Oh, Hey, Ino. Yeah, it has been awhile. I've just been, you know, around." I replied with an expression of absolute dread on my face. Ino, who had been my best friend, was very perceptive.

"Is something wrong? You look horrible. No offense. I'm not saying your ugly, just that your pale and your facial expression isn't quite positive..." asked Ino.

"I'm perfectly fine," I lied, "I just hate the grocery store. Too bad humans have to eat. huh?"

"I suppose. You know, if you ever want to talk about anything, you can let me know, okay? By the way, my mom said I could invite some people over tonight. For a sleep-over kind of thing. It starts at nine thirty pm. If you aren't busy, do you want to come? Hinata, Naruto, Neji, and Shikamaru are coming. Kiba said he couldn't go. Something about a club," Ino said.

I basically flinched as she said Kiba's name. She didn't seem to notice. I thought about it. If I did go, I could possibly get out of being hit and the like. Plus, maybe I could tell Ino everything. That would sure help.

"I would love to go! I just have to ask my mom. I'm pretty sure she will say yes though. Considering she knows your mom and all that parent-ish stuff." I replied. This could turn out to be fun.

"Alright. I had better be going. My mom sent me here to get eggs. Figures." she said while she rolled her eyes. She laughed, and waved.

"What was that about? I go to get PopTarts, and when I get back my daughter is finally talking to someone normally, with more than one worded answers." my mother asked.

"Hey Mom, since I act so good, and my room is clean, can I go to Ino's house tonight? Some other people from school are going." I begged.

"Are there going to be boys there?" my mom asked. So typical.

"No. Its an all-girls thing." I lied. Who knows, it could work.

"Okay, fine, but you better have a clean room before you leave." she said.

"Okay!" I exclaimed. She was going to let me go! The drive home was uneventful, but when we pulled into the driveway, we noticed that the milk and cans had fallen out of the bag. It never fails with a truck. We got everything back in the bags, and went inside. The initial excitement of going somewhere died down quickly. I then remebered about Kiba and dad and everything. I stared out my window in my room. Only ten and a half more hours.

A/N: Well, thats my second chapter. Mostly boring, too much dialogue. Reviews are greatly appreciated! Thanks...author out.