Sorry if this took a long time. I'm a pretty lazy person and it doesn't help that I always have homework. Hope you enjoy!

I'm scared. I know I have to go home, but I can't seem to find the courage to go. The idea scares me. He scares me. I stare hesitantly at the school exit. Naruto, Neji, and Gaara tried to talk to me, but I just walked away. I don't want to be hurt again. Ino broke my heart when she betrayed me. I walk out the school door and head home. I'm trembling and crying by the time I reach my house. 

I had to face him. There's no other way. I slowly open the front door and peer inside. I tiptoe inside and carefully shut the door. I see my father in his chair in front of the TV. I quietly walk to the stairs. 

I accidently put too much pressure on my foot, causing the floor boards to give out a creak. I freeze up, praying that the TV is loud enough to cover the noise. I start to panic when I hear my father get up from his chair and stalk toward me. What do I do? I slowly turn around. When I catch his eyes, I know I'm in danger. He seems unstable. He's obviously drunk, his wobbling around gives that away. 

"Where have you been, you bitch?! My father slurs out. Yep, definitely drunk. By now, I'm shaking like a leaf. But when he suddenly lunges at me, I have no idea what to do. He pushes me to the floor, knocking the air out of me. He takes a knife out from his waistband and twirls it teasingly in front of my face. I'm going to die, aren't I? You know how people say when you're about to die, that your life flashes before your eyes. Well, I see my whole life flash before my eyes. My first birthday, my first day of school, me making my first friend, mom dying, my sister leaving, Naruto, Gaara, and Neji saving me.

My eyes snap open when I feel the searing pain of a knife cutting the flesh of my arm. I scream and bite my bottom lip. Blood....just blood everywhere. He keeps cutting me up, giggling a creepy, satisfied laugh. I feel my vision getting hazy. Too much blood loss... I have to get up! My father puts the knife down and stands up. He starts to head to his room. 

"Stupid, fucking bitch," he cursed out. Once he's gone, I allow myself the pleasure of crying. I crawl to the bathroom, barely conscious. I grab the bandages and wrap up my wounds. I can feel myself slipping, wanting to give into the warm cocoon of sleep. I have to stay awake! I claw my way out of the bathroom. I drag myself up the stairs and to my bedroom. I shakily raise my hands to the doorknob and twist it weakly. 

As soon as the door opened, I drag myself inside and kick the door shut. I start to lose consciousness  again. But this time I welcome the darkness. At least when I'm asleep, I'm happy. Then everything goes black.

~Sakura's dream~

"Sissy, where are you going?" I asked. My sister had a backpack and was standing in front of the door. Even though I was only seven, I was a fairly bright kid and knew that it wasn't normal for people to stand by the door at 11 pm. Since she didn't reply, I tried again.

"Where are you going?" I ask again, but more urgently. She doesn't look at me. 

"Sorry if I woke you up Sakura, but you need to go back to sleep," She replied dodging the question. She's got an overnight bag....she's leaving me. She reached for the door handle, but before she could leave I grabbed her wrist.

"You can't leave big sister! You're all I have, please don't leave me here!" I scream. She just pushes me off and stares at me sadly. 

"I'm sorry," she says. She opens the door and steps out.

"Wai..." Before I could even comprehend what happened, she pushed my pressure point and I passed out. 

~End dream~

I wake up shaking in fear, sweat dripping down my forehead, and silent tears making trails down my cheeks. I'm laying on the floor of my room. I don't know if it's from fear or cold, but I'm shivering. I look at the clock next to my bed and see that it's 4 am. I sigh and pick myself off of the floor. I look at where I was laying, and see some blood splattered on the floor. Alarmed, I look at the bloody bandages on my arms, legs, and stomach. 

I grab some clean clothes, limp out of my room, and head to the bathroom. I tear off the bloody bandages and take off my dirty clothes. I turn the shower on and slowly step inside. I wince when the luke warm water hits my cuts. I wash my body very carefully and get out of the shower. I wrap a torn up, pink towel around my body and dry myself off. I wrap my body back in bandages and put on my uniform, which is a white dress shirt with a black button up jacket and a red plaid skirt. I added my own additions to it to hide the bandages. So now I'm wearing black leggings under the skirt. 

I brush my long rosy locks out and decide to leave my hair down. I brush my teeth, then find myself staring at the cracked mirror. I can see all my imperfections. My lips are chapped, my eyes have dark circles, and I'm a little too pale from blood loss. My eyes burn holes into the case next to the sink. It has my mother's makeup in it. Should I.....Why do I want to put makeup on anyway? I've never cared before. But I guess it couldn't hurt. 

I take out some foundation, mascara, and eyeliner. I'm lucky that my mom had the same skin tone as me. After I apply the makeup, I look in the mirror. Surprisingly, I look a lot better and more alive. I walk back to my room and grab my bag, and put on my old converse. I walk down the stairs and peer around the corner. He's not here. I release the breath I had unconsciously held in. I hurry to the kitchen, afraid of getting caught. I go in the fridge and grab a bottle of water and the supplies for a small sandwich. 

What! I know I'm being risky, but I'll starve to death if I don't eat. I put away the food and hide all the evidence of me eating his food. I eat my sandwich as I walk to the door. I walk down the sidewalk, feeling like I just got ran over by a car. My whole body aches from the cuts. I continue down the sidewalk, ignoring the pain. Once I reach the school entrance, I spot Neji, Naruto, and Gaara. They're waiting for me, I can tell. I grip the handles of my backpack tighter. I have to face this, I have to know if they're toying with me. If this is just a game to them. I bravely continue my trek to the school entrance. 

To be continued......