Hello and welcome. Before you start reading I would like to warn of the contents coming ahead...
*WARNING(s): MAJOR Angst, STRONG language, HEAVY Violence, ATTEMPTED rapes, WEAKNESS of Sakura, Later SEXUAl situations=consensual ones, lol, SOME humor, NO BASHING and ROMANCE.
Ok, done, enjoy now.
~Bring Her The Horizon
Chapter one
xXSakura HarunoXx
Her green eyes adjusted themselves to the darkness quite easier than she had expected, the first time she had been locked in here, she cried hysterically for days and nights without any food nor water.
She had been dehydrated and unconscious afterwards for a whole week. Seven useful pounds were lost and a good amount of chakra also.
However, she was not surprised when she stumbled in here her eyes had immediately began to trace every aspect in the room.
It has been approximately six hours, 27 minutes and 42 seconds since she had been locked up in the basement with no food, no water once again.
She jabbed at her ribs, feeling her skin cling to the bones and stretch like elastic.
Sakura licked her lips to ease out her lips, they were desiccating pretty badly and soon blood would start flowing out freely and make a stain.
She glanced everywhere for an opening, but there was none, it was total darkness where she would remained, curved in a fetal position with nothing but a thin black gown on.
Her tears had ceased long ago, ever since her parents' divorce when she was seven years old, she had stopped crying.
In lieu of the tears, large smiles of bright teeth and flashy emerald eyes greeted.
No one noticed of course, if she talked, her father would murder her mother right in front of her and force her to sniff out her blood, see how good it feels to smell one's fresh blood and enjoy it like a daughter
would enjoy milk from her mother's breast. She gulped down saliva to dry out her throat and massaged the soreness from her throat where her father had squeezed, she coughed up fresh blood but she
couldn't see it… thus it was dark and reeked of archaic soil.
Sakura Haruno remained in her position for the rest of the night, cold… hungry… parched… and abandoned. No one would know… No one would never know.
5:05 A.M.
The door creaked open slowly, emitting a soft glow from the outside light, shining her pale dirt-stained face. The male laughed sadistically before descending down the wooden stairs, his feet supported heavily
with shackled-boots. Finally, when he reached her, he kicked her to the side, a sign to wake the hell up before he does it for her.
Sakura groaned, holding her side where she had just been kicked. A bruise was to form in a minute and a quarter. Such a delicate body…
She forced a smiled, "G-good morning, father." She said softly.
He pulled her by her disheveled pink hair, hissing curses to her face.
"Don't call me father. It's Haruno-sama to you. Get up and make me breakfast you stupid wench."
"Sorry fa- Haruno-sama. I'll get to work."
She watched him leave, his white slicked back hair tied neatly in a low ponytail.
She did not dare looking straight in his eyes, she waited until he left and picked herself up, weak was how her body felt right now but Sakura pushed herself forward, getting another beat down would only
bring her more pain and deplete more chakra.
She would be going to the bridge at six forty-five sharp, about 15 minutes early.
Sakura washed her blood-caked wounds slowly and carefully with the alcohol-filled cotton balls. She winced slightly as she touched a wound that was cut in too deep.
The gash opened and she stared at her red flesh, watching the blood sip out onto her wooden floor. Her room felt foreign to her every morning, since she has been in there only in the mornings when she
would get ready to go to the her team.
Her father, Kenta Haruno, had repeatedly tried to hold her back and cease her training completely, but her teammates would get suspicious as well her sensei, as a result word would leak and alert the Hokage.
Sakura was grateful for that, if there was a better sanctuary from her father beside her time with her mother, it was with her team.
As usual, she did not wear makeup, but the purple bruise throbbing on her cheek needed to be hidden. Sakura brushed her bangs forward closer to her cheeks, pinning a thick rose tress with a small white pin.
"That should do." She whispered to herself.
She wore a long-sleeved white shirt, under her uniform red dress with the white circle her father had said she did not deserve to bear on her back, hiding her bruises from view.
Making her way out, no breakfast-but she would make sure to pick some on the way to Ichiraku's just so her father was not aware- she left the house silently with her head down.
As usual, her father would look at her go, glare and slam the door behind her but there were days he would beat her down so badly, she would skip three days of training.
No, she does not want anyone's pity, not even ours. She does not want to live like this, she wants to escape but there is no possibility for that. Not in the Leaf village.
He blocked her exit, gripping her wrist tight, pushing her against the wall harshly as he hissed in her ear harshly, his breath fanning over her ears and cheeks.
"You will never become a good kunoichi. You might even get kicked out of your team by fall. Remember…" He let her go, feeling the fear radiating off her being.
"You're just a waste of time and space. You're weak." Sakura ignored the last comment, swallowing the lump of angry tears from escaping her throat. She was weak, that, she won't deny at all.
It was true that she could not fight back, she wouldn't fight her father, she couldn't, not with a small body like hers and not with such manners.
Sakura's knees buckled, she forced herself to stand straight and fake out the day, just like any other.
It's just another day…
She walked passed the Yamanaka flower shop, a bit earlier just so Ino wouldn't see her today. She couldn't, the bruises from yesterday throbbed worse than any of the previous ones, if she got under the pig's
skin today, she might pull her hair outwards and note her cheeks. Not to mention the long sleeves which she does not normally wear, they would be the first thing that comes to her twelve-year-old mind.
Sakura arrived at the bridge, she looked at the sunrise, how beautiful and peaceful it looked and sat on a small bench. Out of the blue, she felt his presence, fortunately it was not her father's.
It was Sasuke.
Sasuke Uchiha.
A blush rose to her cheeks immediately, the main character of her fantasies.
It was very obvious that she liked him, she was infatuated, but a part of her wanted to give up and focus only on how to become a good kunoichi.
She wanted to prove the ass of a father she had, wrong.
Her ministrations towards Sasuke were not fake, they were normal things she felt like doing mostly to avoid any suspicion on her personality. There was no way the real her would shout to the world how hot
Sasuke was, the real her would not compete with the beautiful Ino for his affections, the real her wouldn't beat down on Naruto to make herself feel less inferior… The real her, Sakura Haruno would do this…
"Hello. Sorry if I'm wasting your space, if you want me to disappear, I would immediately."
But she just turned and smiled at him, no longer feeling the spark she wanted, instead…
The Cherry Blossom was tearing.
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