10 years ago.

It was days like Mondays that are always the worst. Waking up from a fitful night, getting ready for school wasn't the usual. It was slow and tiring. From throwing books and pens into a pack bag. To sweats and a loose jumper on a thin framed body. Walking was always a peace of solitude I took comfort in but the bustling city traffic at 7 in the morning wasn't what I call my haven.

Always the earliest to arrive to Konoha High I quickly cross the field and into the deserted school hallways. Making my way to my locker I punch in my code and hastily grab my books for class. Locking my locker I turn and speed walk to the library, there I'm greeted with a warm smile by our Liberian. Mr Hatake.

"Hello Sakura. Enjoy your summer break?"

Taking my usual seat behind the counter and pulling out 4 thick books. I turn and smile at our silver head porn reading Liberian.

"Hello Hatake-San. My summer break was alright. Your break? Any good?"

It's always a mystery how a good looking man like Kakashi Hatake was working in a library for high school kids. I met Hatake on my first year in high school when I fled from the bullies that stole my favorite pencil and tried to get me to eat it. He was always there to help and give advice when ever I came to the library red eyed and nose full of snots.

"Wasn't too bad. Did this and that"

And with that he was probably at home reading his porn collection, he seemed so fond off. Looking over to the clock, I mentally sigh and prepare myself for the day. 8:15. 15 minutes till the empty halls are no more than students of Konoha High.

Making myself comfortable, I pull out Harry Potter and finish of where I left off. It wasn't until the first bell rang did i snap the book shut and place it neatly on the table. Seeing if everything is in place. Waving goodbye to Kakashi I walk slowly to my fist period. History. Head bowed I try my hardest to be as nonexistent as dust and make my way towards the steps. It just so happens that history is on the 3rd floor. So I prepare myself mentally and breathe. Spotting the history door at the end of the hallway. I gently slip by a couple of girls chatting and scurry off to the class. It's not till I'm a foot from grabbing the door handle that something from the side moves and I'm abruptly face first falling to the ground. Bracing for impact, my knees connect with the white floor. There's a loud smack noise in the distance and realise it's my forehead. I hold in the whimper and try to stand. It's futile when I feel someone shove against me and I'm falling again. Only this time my glasses slip of and smash against the hard tile floor. It's bleary and it worsens when an irritating itch forces my eyes to water. I stay kneeled in that position until I hear a female voice murmur.

"She's such a fucking bitch. Can't even walk properly."

I don't know how long I kneel. Assuming that everyone is in class I quickly pick up my shattered glasses and make way towards the steps. It's a shaky experience maneuvering my way down the steps and steadily through the hallway. When rounding the corner I manage to bump into a human wall and stumble back. Without my glasses the images become nothing but blurred colors. I quickly stammer out an apology and try to step away from the hard wall when a hard grip on my shoulder forces me to stop. I quickly try to shove it away but the grip only worsens. It takes a hold of my wrist and drags me forward until my back hits a wall harshly. I let out a whimper and silently pray that whoever is in front of me is not him.

"Where were you? You didn't come when I said so"

It's a harsh command, and for a second I'm seared through from his tight grip. Trying to see through my tears I only make out. Black. But knowing the dark voice and it's intensity to whip you through with a single word. I silently cry and shake my head in hopes of getting him to let me go. He only tightens his hold. His other hand snakes up and takes ahold of my throat. It's not tight but the warning is clear

"I...I was busy at..home"

I manage to squeak out. But it only angers him and the grip on my throat tightens. Than he's hauling me across the hall and through a door. From there he harshly drags me up a flight of stairs. I try to keep up with his pace but I stumbled a few times. With a bit more force I manage to free my hand and take a few steps down.

I don't want be here. Something snaps. From my earlier humiliation and the countless bullying and harrasing from him throughout freshmen till now. And the schools nerd title to the point where my life is a living hell. I snapped.

"Leave me alone"

I don't remember how. But I'm shoved forward and his hand is around my throat, squeezing. I struggle in his hold and take ahold of his shoulder to shove him off. But he's much bigger compared to my 5'3. He harshly slams me against the wall and pushes his body against me until there's no room between us. I see black spots and let my tears fall continously.

I'm going to die, why did I yell at him

He's breathing harshly against my ear. And for a bit i feel him squeeze harder. It's not till he sees me struggle to breathe, that he loosens his hold on my throat. Only for his hand to take ahold of my jaw. I feel his fingers break through my skin. Feeling something wet slide down my neck I realise I'm bleeding from his finger nails digging too deeply. I close my eyes and try to calm myself down. This only proves to be the wrong move, his hand that was holding my hands come up and take a hold of my neck again. Than he squeezes once more.

"Open your eyes"

I almost don't hear him through my erratic heart beat. But the severity in my situation only makes me squeeze my eyes even more. Again he tightens his hold on my jaw and neck.

"Open your fucking eyes. Now!"

I let out a cry and slowly open my lids. Even with no glasses I manage to decipher venom and pure anger in his eyes. I quickly avert my eyes but he only bends and slowly licks against my neck. Going deliberately slow. In my haze I quietly let out a moan. And squirm. Snapping out of my stupor I struggle against him. Pleading and crying. Hoping someone will come.

It's minute till he let's go of me. My relief is short lived when I feel him in front of me once more. Still trying to even out my breathing. I realise to late. Again he takes ahold my wrist and drags me up. The slam of the door only worsens my fear. Feeling the wind against my face I quietly stand still and wait for whatever is to come. Again he shoves me forward until I feel arms around me and harshly sits me on the ground. I'm tightly caged in his arms and chest. His legs are stretched out in front of me while mine are awkwardly folded under me. Neither of us speak for awhile. Feeling immobilized I struggle to regain my breathing. It's not until I hear the bell ring did i realise I missed first period of class. I turn to my left and in the corner of eye I see Sasuke starring at me

Quickly turning my head, i manage to speak out something about needing to go.

He doesn't answer but only tightens his hold on me.

"Your not going to any classes"