Hey guys,

I was inspired to write this story after reading about a South Korean rape case as well as another rape case. I wrote this because I hate how people are raped and then it is the victim that receives the backlash. How is it the victim's fault that they were abused? It isn't fair to just say that they enticed them. The abusers needs to be punished more severely. I know this may not be good. And I know I cannot even imagine half of what its like to be in such a position.. But I will try to the best of my ability to make sure that I do this story justice!

Pairings: SasuFem!Naru is the only decided pairing for now.

Summary: Just because you can't see my scars it doesn't mean that I've never been hurt. Emotional scars can't be seen, and sometimes they never heal. People who have physical scars hide them with clothing or a mask, those with emotional scars hide them with a smile or a laugh.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any of its characters. They belong to MasashiKishimoto I only own the plot and stuff.

Warning: Mention (and some details) of rape!

ღ Prologue ღ

The sunset was glorious, all rosy and salmon pink, when it happened. Four year old Naruko was sitting by herself on the lone swing at the park. She always had play by herself since none of the children were allowed to play with her. Sometimes, when she was smaller and newer at the park, some of the children would invite her to play with them. But the next day, they would say that their parents told them not to play with her and that she was a fox spawn. Naruko did not understand why the adults all seem to hate her and call her mean names. She never did anything to them, or even spoke to them. Yet they never failed to glare at her even if she was just passing by on the street. And it was only her they were mean to. They were smiles and hugs to all the other children.

The only people who were nice to her were the Sandaime Hokage and the owner of Ichiraku's Ramen Stand and his daughter Ayame. Teuchi was even nice enough to treat her on the house often, just in time for when her orphan stipend was about to run out. Well, at least they told her it was on the house. She knew that the Hokage was secretly paying for it. He was very nice to her like that. When she was kicked out of Sunshine Orphanage when she was three, it was the Hokage who got her a place at an apartment complex. The whole building was vacant especially for her, he said. She had free reign over the whole property and it was actually in her name, legally and all that. Everything on that end would have been perfect if Kimiko-san, the Hokage's secretary, had chosen a competent caretaker. The caretaker who is supposed to shop for her weekly grocery always seem to get milk that is at the verge of spoiling and vegetables that were not at all fresh. And the meat has more bones than flesh too. She thought about telling the Hokage but decided against it. He was always so nice to her and she didn't want to worry him unnecessarily. He was a busy man after all!

A cloud, ominous and black, drifted over the Hokage Rock and released a sudden shower as Naruko used her feet to push herself off the ground. She wished if she had a friend. Someone she could go to all the time when she was lonely. She could always go to Ichiraku's or to the Hokage but they were busy people and didn't want to disturb them all the time.

It was that night when Naruko was returning home from the park that it happened. She was walking down the streets as the night got darker when a large burly man blocked her path. Her clothes were wet from the rain and she was shivering from the biting cold of the cold October evening.

The rest of the night was a blur to Naruko. She could only remember snippets of the horrible night that completely changed her life forever. She remembered being wrapped in blankets and thrown over her head as she tried to walk around the man. She remembered being carried under the man's arm like a ball and being taken to the forest. She remembered the man's bushy mustache and beer breath.

And she remembered the details people didn't want to hear. The kind of details that made people shift in their seat; the ones that reminded them how far beyond cruel this world could be. Her rapist punched her in the face repeatedly when she tried to take the coat from her head. He lifted up her dress – her favorite dress, the one that the Hokage said was given to her by someone who loved her a lot, the yellow sundress made of the softest of cotton with red ribbon at the hem and white polka dots that she loved to twirl in. And she remembered him telling her, "I love my girls flat-chested." Trapped in between his burly body and a huge tree in a small clearing at the forest, she used the tree to push away from him after each painful thrust that had her wailing in agony she never thought she could ever experience.

And then, her angel came...

Child! Naruko heard its voice. Listen to me.

She was too far gone in her pain to hear the voice though.

Child!

Her whole body felt like it was on fire.

No! Listen to me. You will fall asleep. Tune out the pain!

Searing pain ripped through her petite body over and over again.

Come to me!

Everything in the world was becoming hazier in her pain induced state.

The last thing she felt was a pressure and the feeling of what felt like liquid fire gushing into her. Her vision faded to black but one thing stood out in her memory. She remembered blood. Lots of blood that surrounded her abused and naked body.

Please review! ^_^

Ooh yeah! And constructive criticism is highly appreciated but please, if you want to flame don't do it here or in any of my stories because seriously, I will not be able to stand it. If there are any mistakes, you can just point it out. Though I make extra sure to correct all mistakes before publishing, I'm still human!

Thank you! :)