31 Days Of Hell {Sequel Discontinued}

Chapter Thirteen: The Problem Child

For this chapter I want to just restate what Sakura said last chapter, she thought that both TenTen's parents are dead, and so does everyone else, so keep in mind that nobody knows what TenTen does about her parents. Enjoy~

~TenTen's POV~

Watching Sakura depressed like this made me upset. Not at her of course but at the world. Why do people have to suffer? Sakura didn't do anything wrong and now she's lost everything, and all she's ever been is nice. When I saw the marks on Sakura's back, I knew she was beaten by someone, whipped to be exact. How I know? Well that's a long story....

~Flashback brought to you by Ino's OTPs~

It just another boring day. Get up, get dressed, eat, go to school, come home, train, shower, eat, sleep. Every day it's been like that. For years. I wish something would happen, something exciting like I got a Hogwarts letter, or was save by a Saytr and brought to Camp Half-Blood, maybe solve a crime case about criminals dying of heart attacks for no plausible reason. (aaayyyyeee)

That was the worst wish I ever made.

"TENTEN YUKI! DID YOU BRING YOUR KUNAI AND SENBON TO SCHOOL AGAIN?!" My mothers angered screech cuts off my dreams of fantasy worlds

She surprised me. Mum never yells, at all.

"Um ya I did?" I say confusedly

"I SWEAR TO GOD TENTEN THIS IS THE LAST TIME!" My mom starts I drag me out of me room and to the living room

"EVERY DAY I GET A CALM FROM THE SCHOOL TELLING ME THEY WOUND YOUR TRAINING WEAPONS!!! DO YOU KNOW HOW EMBARRASSING IT IS TO SIT IN AT A POLICE MEETING AND EVERYDAY HAVE A PHONE CALL FROM THE SCHOOL INTERRUPT THE CAPTAIN BECAUSE OF YOU!!" She screams

My 10 year old body shakes as silent tears run down my tan cheeks.

"M-mommy I'm so-sorr-" I begin my apology but am cut off by a ringed hand slapping across my face.

"YOU FILTHY BRAT! NOW I HAVE YOUR WORTHLESS TEARS ON MY WEDDING RING! DAMN YOU! LOOK THERES BLOOD ONIT TOO!" She screams as I cup my throbbing cheek

Why is she doing this?! I don't understand! My 'mother' puts on a fake smile as she kneels in front of me.

"I'm sorry sweetie I'm just really stressed at work, forgive me?" I can tell her words are fake, but my desparosity for this all to be one bad dream makes me nod.

My mother then leads me to the kitchen where she sets me on the counter and goes to the pantry.

"I'm going to make a new recipe mkay?" I nod once more in reply

After a while my mom turns on the pizza oven and takes out an empty paint tray and a bottle of bleach. She fills the paint tray with said bleach and sits it at the counter next to me. She then takes out a tub of Earthquake Resistant Decorative Cement and mixes it with the bleach, creating a gray muddy mixture. One thing I notice though, is that when she opened the pantry a nauseating metallic smell emitted.

"You've been a naughty girl TenTen" she shows a sickly sweet smile while she dips the tips of my brown hair in the mix

"M-mommy stop!" I squeak as she lifts me over to the fire from the pizza oven

"Shut up you disgusting brat. You're worth less than oven grime" she spits back in reply

She then shoves the same amount of my slop covered hair into the bright orange flames and I scream in fear.

It charred away my hair and only left clumps of the black cement.

"You see the cement makes it stick, and the bleach is flammable" she smiles sickly

"You're just a problem child that'll never be loved. You're annoying and disgusting." Se sneers out in distaste and opens the pantry once again, but this time I get a void look at what's inside.

That metallic smell earlier? It was blood. Where did it come from? Y dad was laying in the pantry, crimson soaked through his white business shirt and navy blazer.

I let out a scratchy sob and look back at my mother in horror.

~Flashback over~

From that day on I was beat, I still am. But like mom said, I'm just the problem child.

~

Alright important A/N;

This book is never ever going to be meant as offensive in any way. If your voice is high pitched and peppy does NOT make you annoying. Because you're blond does not make you stupid or a 'Barbie'. Whatever stereotypes my books follow, any of them, do not mean to hurt your feelings. Nothing. Like if there's something stated about rich girls or gingers, or goths and gays and things like that, it's not meant to be mean, it's purely of the sake of storyline.

•I find gays and lesbians, bis, absolutely sweet and adorable, not weird.
•One of my good friends is a blond and he has just as good grades as me (As)
•I know someone with a usually considered annoying voice and she's one of my greatest friends
•Brunettes are not plain, I am a brunette and you are not limited because of stupid hair color
•I honestly wish I was a ginger
•I'm pretty semi-goth, but goths are cool too!

None of any of this means that you as a person are bad. You are amazing. You are wonderful. Be the best person you can be so that you can prove stereotypes wrong. Every one of you, it doesn't matter the gender, skin tone, hair color, or sexuality, you are all beautiful,and never ever change that. Who you are can't be changed or replaced, if someone doesn't like your personality then show them you don't care, because you are you, and you are stars.

Signing Out
~Fairy

Future Fairy here, once again! So idk why but recently I've been into like one direction fan fics, I know, dot get out the guns girls, and guys? Um well anyways I had an idea for a 1D fanfic, but, I want to know if you'd read it, but keep in mind that I barely know anything about Harry, Niall, and all of them. So parts may be a bit factually erred but I'll also be researching to make it as accurate as possible. So, leave an opinion in the comments please and thank you.

Cya again
~Fairy