LIVING IT UP
SAKURA LEIGH: So sorry bout the last chappy, so short *tear* but what can you do? N e ways here's the next chappy!!
Last Chap:
He climbed into her room and stared in horror, even with his indifference trained over 16 years, the sight before him made him want to throw up.....
CHAPTER SEVEN: Falling Into You
Sakura lay sprawled on the floor, she was wearing a robe that had once been white but now wouldn't be a stretch of truth to say was a deep crimson. Her blood flowed freely from so many small and precise wounds. They covered her body in an intricate design of hideous symbols.
Each one, left to heal on their own, would leave a barely perceptible scar, beautiful in its sadistic imagery. They covered every inch of her body. Her back wept with them, her stomach, legs, arms, chest, all of it was veined with tiny slices. It was impossible for her to have done this to herself.
Someone else had been here and hurt Sakura, in her own room.
"Sakura!! Oh my god are you ok?" Syaoran rushed to Sakura's side, "Are you alright please speak to me!"
She shifted slightly, her wounds weeping blood onto his clothes, and he saw it. A half blood soaked sheet of loose-leaf paper.
You are mine, you will never escape. You belong to no man but me, no one but me. You let him touch you, speak to you, see you; and I will kill him, the amber-eyed one. Just like the rest of them, no, he will hurt more than the rest. He will cry like your family cried, for mercy. And you will watch just as you did when I made you a woman. You were such a slutty child, never realizing what you were doing to us. Well I showed you what you were, I made you a woman, and you enjoyed it. Your fake tears didn't fool me; you always were a terrible actress. You don't deserve love, you don't deserve friends; you are a slut, worthless and dirty. He doesn't like you, none of them do. How can they? You're disgusting; you're lucky to have me. You don't even deserve death you are below it; no you deserve to suffer. But you like it; you revel in the pain because you know that everything else is a lie, that you will only ever deserve the pain. You hate me because I showed you what you are: a dirty whore; but you need me because I remind you you're alive, because I hurt you. Remember the pain, and remember that I'm watching you always watching.
Syaoran put down the piece of paper, tears he didn't know he could cry streaming down his face, "I'm so sorry Sakura, so sorry that he hurt you."
Sakura groaned as her consciousness slowly returned, she looked up bleary eyed, and she gasped, "You didn't read it did you?" She paused taking in the horror of the situation, "You did didn't you?"
"I..." Syaoran nodded weakly, then he broke down, "I'm so sorry! I should have come earlier when I realized you were missing! I should have done something to prevent this! I'm so sorry Sakura."
"You didn't know," Sakura shrugged, and winced in the agony that followed that slight movement, "Plus it was entirely my fault, I deserved it."
"NO!!!" Syaoran screamed.
Sakura recoiled at the vehemence of his cry.
Syaoran took a deep breath, "Never say that Sakura, NEVER! You deserve so much! You deserve friends, a family, love, everything. He stole your life away leaving your body here on earth and look what you became! You grew up threw all your pain to become a beautiful young woman, one who is compassionate, caring, kind, talented, and intelligent. You are everything every girl dreams of being, and you think you don't deserve friends? Love? You deserve the world Sakura and someday if you try, you could have it. You are perfect, don't let anyone tell you otherwise!"
"I let him hurt me! I could have screamed I could have fought, anything! But I didn't!" Sakura felt her body being shaken by sobs, but her eyes were dry, she'd forgotten how to cry along time ago, "Now look at me. I'm going to be scarred forever, he's left a mark that cannot be erased, or hidden. I can't fight him, I don't want to fight him, I'm to afraid. See Syaoran? I'm nothing more than a coward!"
Syaoran wrapped his arms around her stroking her hair, "You are one of the bravest people I know. You went on stage in front of hundreds of people, you stood up to Merrin at school, you hung out with people many fear, and you held your head high. Sakura he's wrong about you. He does this to you because he hates you. People like him hate people like you. Do you know why? Because he knows your better than him, that you will be something big someday with more than he believes he deserves, and since he can't have it he'll make sure you don't either."
Sakura looked up at him, "Why do you care, you barely know me!"
"I care because even though I have only known you for this short while I feel as though you're a part of me," Syaoran spoke the words reverently, he never realized how much he cared for her until he thought he'd lost her, "You are so different from everyone else I've ever known. I don't know what it is but when I'm with you I feel so much more alive." "How do I know this isn't a bunch of bullshit?" Sakura asked, her voice was shaking with hope and fear. Hope that this was real that he really did care and fear that once again someone she cared for would be ripped away from her.
Syaoran shook his head helplessly, "Because if I could I would kill the one who did this to you. I would take your place in a second."
Sakura's eyes widened in shock, "Your not kidding are you?"
She watched as he shook his head weakly.
"What if I were to tell you that you are the person that I have let touch me since I was 8 years old? And that I have never been afraid of you?" Sakura ventured quietly, "What if I told you that I trusted you, and that I... That I cared about you?"
Syaoran smiled slightly, "I would believe you, because Sakura even if you told me the moon was blue I would believe you."
Sakura smiled at him, that smile of lost innocence that only he could get, "Thank you Syaoran. I can't understand it, it's happening all so fast but I really do care about you."
She blushed then groaned in pain, "Shit that hurts!"
"I take it you want to keep this quiet?" Syaoran asked helping her into the bathroom adjourning her room. He took from his pocket a small phial and poured some of it into the bathtub, then ran the water. He helped Sakura into the tub and left her there while he used rags to clean the floor of her bedroom.
When he returned to the washroom the water was turned off and Sakura looked considerably more relaxed, the tension from her fear having faded out of her muscles.
Syaoran sighed, he cared about her so much more than he thought possible, they'd known each other such a short time. She was his closest friend, and some how more. There was something indescribable that he felt for her. And he hoped that that feeling would never go away.
"Syaoran what did you put in this bath water?" Sakura called out to him.
It sunk in then, Sakura was naked, he'd SEEN her naked, he'd helped her, WHILE she was naked, into the bath! Syaoran blushed and replied from her bedroom, "It's a secret. An ancient Chinese medicine that should make your cuts heel faster and leave no scars."
"Really? Why do you carry it around?" Sakura felt weird chatting with a guy while she was in the bath, but for some reason she wasn't afraid of Syaoran, at all. Her skin tingled as she exited the bath. Blood no longer wept from her shallow wounds.
Syaoran entered then blushing cutely and held out another bottle, this one containing a cream, "Put this on the cuts and bandage them as best you can, it will stop the pain and help with the healing. The cuts should be gone by morning."
"Syaoran could you help me?" Sakura asked shakily, she wasn't afraid exactly, more of a nervous excitement. Syaoran awoke things in her she never knew were there.
Syaoran blushed crimson red, "I-I G-g-guess so...."
Sakura smiled as she rubbed cream into her skin, then stood as Syaoran bandaged her extensive wounds neatly.
Sakura sat on her bed she began throwing her stuff into a suitcase, "I can't stay here, I just can't!"
Syaoran blinked at the terror in her voice, "He's here isn't he? At the orphanage?"
"Yes...." Sakura nodded soberly.
Syaoran latched her trapdoor and packed the rags into the cracks, "Why don't you tell me what happened? What he did?"
"I will tell you but you must swear never to tell anyone!" Sakura said quietly, "EVER!"
"I swear never to tell anyone until otherwise told by you, or unless your life is at risk," Syaoran said quietly, "But you must promise me that someday you will tell your other friends.
"I can't they'll hate me!" Sakura felt the sadness of abandonment building in her.
Syaoran placed his hand on hers, "No they won't, Meiling could hazard a guess and she'd be damn close I'm betting. She's still your friend. They all know about the orphanage, they still consider you their friend. All today they worried about you."
Sakura looked down at her hands she still doubted his words.
Syaoran turned her face towards his and looked her in the eye, "What was done to you was unprovoked and completely not your fault. You didn't deserve it. And the one who did it is a worthless fuck that deserves a fate much worse than death. NO ONE will blame you for what he did to you, your friends care about you Sakura, they could never judge you like that!"
"I guess..." Sakura looked up at Syaoran, "You're right. I'll tell them.... Some day."
"What happened Sakura," Syaoran asked again, "This is something you should never have had to keep to yourself."
"It all started when I was seven...."
SAKURA LEIGH: Well in the beginning of the story I told you what happened to Sakura, next chappy you'll find out EVERYTHING. Even some of the things I didn't tell ya! And tell me if you want me to tell the story in present tense as though its happening again, or do you want me to have her tell the story, as in speaking (past tense). Ja!
DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW
YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO!
SAKURA LEIGH: So sorry bout the last chappy, so short *tear* but what can you do? N e ways here's the next chappy!!
Last Chap:
He climbed into her room and stared in horror, even with his indifference trained over 16 years, the sight before him made him want to throw up.....
CHAPTER SEVEN: Falling Into You
Sakura lay sprawled on the floor, she was wearing a robe that had once been white but now wouldn't be a stretch of truth to say was a deep crimson. Her blood flowed freely from so many small and precise wounds. They covered her body in an intricate design of hideous symbols.
Each one, left to heal on their own, would leave a barely perceptible scar, beautiful in its sadistic imagery. They covered every inch of her body. Her back wept with them, her stomach, legs, arms, chest, all of it was veined with tiny slices. It was impossible for her to have done this to herself.
Someone else had been here and hurt Sakura, in her own room.
"Sakura!! Oh my god are you ok?" Syaoran rushed to Sakura's side, "Are you alright please speak to me!"
She shifted slightly, her wounds weeping blood onto his clothes, and he saw it. A half blood soaked sheet of loose-leaf paper.
You are mine, you will never escape. You belong to no man but me, no one but me. You let him touch you, speak to you, see you; and I will kill him, the amber-eyed one. Just like the rest of them, no, he will hurt more than the rest. He will cry like your family cried, for mercy. And you will watch just as you did when I made you a woman. You were such a slutty child, never realizing what you were doing to us. Well I showed you what you were, I made you a woman, and you enjoyed it. Your fake tears didn't fool me; you always were a terrible actress. You don't deserve love, you don't deserve friends; you are a slut, worthless and dirty. He doesn't like you, none of them do. How can they? You're disgusting; you're lucky to have me. You don't even deserve death you are below it; no you deserve to suffer. But you like it; you revel in the pain because you know that everything else is a lie, that you will only ever deserve the pain. You hate me because I showed you what you are: a dirty whore; but you need me because I remind you you're alive, because I hurt you. Remember the pain, and remember that I'm watching you always watching.
Syaoran put down the piece of paper, tears he didn't know he could cry streaming down his face, "I'm so sorry Sakura, so sorry that he hurt you."
Sakura groaned as her consciousness slowly returned, she looked up bleary eyed, and she gasped, "You didn't read it did you?" She paused taking in the horror of the situation, "You did didn't you?"
"I..." Syaoran nodded weakly, then he broke down, "I'm so sorry! I should have come earlier when I realized you were missing! I should have done something to prevent this! I'm so sorry Sakura."
"You didn't know," Sakura shrugged, and winced in the agony that followed that slight movement, "Plus it was entirely my fault, I deserved it."
"NO!!!" Syaoran screamed.
Sakura recoiled at the vehemence of his cry.
Syaoran took a deep breath, "Never say that Sakura, NEVER! You deserve so much! You deserve friends, a family, love, everything. He stole your life away leaving your body here on earth and look what you became! You grew up threw all your pain to become a beautiful young woman, one who is compassionate, caring, kind, talented, and intelligent. You are everything every girl dreams of being, and you think you don't deserve friends? Love? You deserve the world Sakura and someday if you try, you could have it. You are perfect, don't let anyone tell you otherwise!"
"I let him hurt me! I could have screamed I could have fought, anything! But I didn't!" Sakura felt her body being shaken by sobs, but her eyes were dry, she'd forgotten how to cry along time ago, "Now look at me. I'm going to be scarred forever, he's left a mark that cannot be erased, or hidden. I can't fight him, I don't want to fight him, I'm to afraid. See Syaoran? I'm nothing more than a coward!"
Syaoran wrapped his arms around her stroking her hair, "You are one of the bravest people I know. You went on stage in front of hundreds of people, you stood up to Merrin at school, you hung out with people many fear, and you held your head high. Sakura he's wrong about you. He does this to you because he hates you. People like him hate people like you. Do you know why? Because he knows your better than him, that you will be something big someday with more than he believes he deserves, and since he can't have it he'll make sure you don't either."
Sakura looked up at him, "Why do you care, you barely know me!"
"I care because even though I have only known you for this short while I feel as though you're a part of me," Syaoran spoke the words reverently, he never realized how much he cared for her until he thought he'd lost her, "You are so different from everyone else I've ever known. I don't know what it is but when I'm with you I feel so much more alive." "How do I know this isn't a bunch of bullshit?" Sakura asked, her voice was shaking with hope and fear. Hope that this was real that he really did care and fear that once again someone she cared for would be ripped away from her.
Syaoran shook his head helplessly, "Because if I could I would kill the one who did this to you. I would take your place in a second."
Sakura's eyes widened in shock, "Your not kidding are you?"
She watched as he shook his head weakly.
"What if I were to tell you that you are the person that I have let touch me since I was 8 years old? And that I have never been afraid of you?" Sakura ventured quietly, "What if I told you that I trusted you, and that I... That I cared about you?"
Syaoran smiled slightly, "I would believe you, because Sakura even if you told me the moon was blue I would believe you."
Sakura smiled at him, that smile of lost innocence that only he could get, "Thank you Syaoran. I can't understand it, it's happening all so fast but I really do care about you."
She blushed then groaned in pain, "Shit that hurts!"
"I take it you want to keep this quiet?" Syaoran asked helping her into the bathroom adjourning her room. He took from his pocket a small phial and poured some of it into the bathtub, then ran the water. He helped Sakura into the tub and left her there while he used rags to clean the floor of her bedroom.
When he returned to the washroom the water was turned off and Sakura looked considerably more relaxed, the tension from her fear having faded out of her muscles.
Syaoran sighed, he cared about her so much more than he thought possible, they'd known each other such a short time. She was his closest friend, and some how more. There was something indescribable that he felt for her. And he hoped that that feeling would never go away.
"Syaoran what did you put in this bath water?" Sakura called out to him.
It sunk in then, Sakura was naked, he'd SEEN her naked, he'd helped her, WHILE she was naked, into the bath! Syaoran blushed and replied from her bedroom, "It's a secret. An ancient Chinese medicine that should make your cuts heel faster and leave no scars."
"Really? Why do you carry it around?" Sakura felt weird chatting with a guy while she was in the bath, but for some reason she wasn't afraid of Syaoran, at all. Her skin tingled as she exited the bath. Blood no longer wept from her shallow wounds.
Syaoran entered then blushing cutely and held out another bottle, this one containing a cream, "Put this on the cuts and bandage them as best you can, it will stop the pain and help with the healing. The cuts should be gone by morning."
"Syaoran could you help me?" Sakura asked shakily, she wasn't afraid exactly, more of a nervous excitement. Syaoran awoke things in her she never knew were there.
Syaoran blushed crimson red, "I-I G-g-guess so...."
Sakura smiled as she rubbed cream into her skin, then stood as Syaoran bandaged her extensive wounds neatly.
Sakura sat on her bed she began throwing her stuff into a suitcase, "I can't stay here, I just can't!"
Syaoran blinked at the terror in her voice, "He's here isn't he? At the orphanage?"
"Yes...." Sakura nodded soberly.
Syaoran latched her trapdoor and packed the rags into the cracks, "Why don't you tell me what happened? What he did?"
"I will tell you but you must swear never to tell anyone!" Sakura said quietly, "EVER!"
"I swear never to tell anyone until otherwise told by you, or unless your life is at risk," Syaoran said quietly, "But you must promise me that someday you will tell your other friends.
"I can't they'll hate me!" Sakura felt the sadness of abandonment building in her.
Syaoran placed his hand on hers, "No they won't, Meiling could hazard a guess and she'd be damn close I'm betting. She's still your friend. They all know about the orphanage, they still consider you their friend. All today they worried about you."
Sakura looked down at her hands she still doubted his words.
Syaoran turned her face towards his and looked her in the eye, "What was done to you was unprovoked and completely not your fault. You didn't deserve it. And the one who did it is a worthless fuck that deserves a fate much worse than death. NO ONE will blame you for what he did to you, your friends care about you Sakura, they could never judge you like that!"
"I guess..." Sakura looked up at Syaoran, "You're right. I'll tell them.... Some day."
"What happened Sakura," Syaoran asked again, "This is something you should never have had to keep to yourself."
"It all started when I was seven...."
SAKURA LEIGH: Well in the beginning of the story I told you what happened to Sakura, next chappy you'll find out EVERYTHING. Even some of the things I didn't tell ya! And tell me if you want me to tell the story in present tense as though its happening again, or do you want me to have her tell the story, as in speaking (past tense). Ja!
DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW
YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO!