Mysterious Mind

Hey guys! Crazy here, now that this isn't just an idea, and now a story, im revising the first few chapters!

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One single little knife is what Sakura Haruno's life once revolved around. What do you do when you are born into a situation where every day you are abused? Physically. Emotionally. All you know is abuse, pain.

Hate.

Every time she saw the knife she was struck by it's horrible beauty. A little knife engraved with little cherry blossoms, forever stained with her blood. Hundreds of times that knife had sliced into her skin by her mother's hand, leaving her screaming, crying. Leaving her wishing for death.

Wondering for what reason did she have to deal with this? What did she do to deserve such pain upon her?

By a gorgeous women she called mother, with painted smiles on her bright pink lips, her light blue eyes filled with hate for the pink haired child, and pleasure as she tortured her own flesh and blood.

By the father who never interfered, simply watched with dead eyes as his wife tortured their helpless daughter, with a sick sort of fascination.

The only thing that interested them anymore was the pink haired girl's screams, her pain, her tears. For seventeen long years, this is what Sakura was subjected to, the abuse and hate of the only people she knew to be family.

And, during this time, something formed in Sakura's mind. A protective mechanism. This was the birth of Inner Sakura.

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Inner had taken her somewhere, promising to take her far away from parents. That was all she knew. She felt light warmth on her skin, and she lightly traced her hands over her slight body. Finding none of the many scars left on her body courtesy of her mother and that little knife. She let out an amazed breath, her eyes opening in surprise. The soft peridot color revealed to the new world.

She pushed herself up, examining her room. It was extremely elegant, filled with victorian style furnishing, the color scheme full of gold, black, and white. She lay in a large queen sized bed, a golden comforter sporting black and white flowers covering her tiny form. He pale pink hair was splayed all around her like a halo. Unlike when the other world, here she was well taken care of. Her hair was long and shiny. Her body was healthy, strong. She was well fed, far from malnourished. This alone brought tears to her eyes, so different from what she was used to. Inner cooed consolingly from inside her, trying to calm the lilliputian pinkete.

"Sakura, darling?" a sweet voice cooed from the white door near the head of the girl's bed

Sakura tensed, and turned to the woman who had taken the place of her mother in this world. Her eyes widened, She was a beautiful woman. Her hair was a soft brown, with tints of gold that fell to the middle of her back. Her eyes were a warm shade of honey brown that spoke of adoration and love. Sakura almost flinched... kindness... it was almost frightening after so many years of cruelty.

Sakura slowly opened her mouth "...yes... mother...?"

The woman walked towards her, eyes warm and she reached out, expecting her little girl to hug her in turn. Only to watch in shock and slight horror as the small girl flinched back violently.

"Sakura? What's wrong?"

The child ducked her head, and murmured "Ah, nothing. I... um... good morning, mother."

Anna, her mother of this world, was absolutely confused, her daughter was acting so strangely! She shrugged it off as a phase. "Good morning, dear! Breakfast will be ready soon. Get ready for school dear."

The small pinkete nodded, watching as the woman sauntered out of the room.

And she smiled. A mother that actually wanted to touch her with kindness. It was so foreign, and so wonderful.

She closed her eyes, cheerily thanking Inner for a chance at a happy life.

A happy life...

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Crazy: There we go!