Chapter 1

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I love my family
I have a wonderful father and mother.
Both of them are strong shinobi's and I look up to them very much.

Not.

I don't love my family. I don't feel anything anymore. Every night my mom-Mother and Father beats me up. I cook,clean,prep the house everyday. I get up before dawn to prepare a breakfast for 2. Father and Mother don't eat lunch or dinner in the house.

If you were to look at the house we live in,you'll see that there are 3 bedrooms. One for each of us. It all looks normal.

If you look closer,you'll see...

A room. To the basement. It's the storage room of the house.

They store all kinds of things there.

Books,rags,old clothes,broken dolls and toys.
Beer cans,wine bottles,knife,sewing kits,
Chains,swords,kunai's,whips...
A makeshift lamp and bed made up of old,torn and tattered mattresses.
And a child.
Bloodstains too.

Both my parents are civilians. Mother is a chef and Father is a doctor. I look up to the both of them though.

How they can pretend so well. Become the perfect examples of good parents and a monster the next second.

Maybe it's in the blood.

Because I can do it too.

At least I have the freedom to do whatever I want whenever they are not here. Living here has its perks though.

You learn how to not feel pain because your parents short-circuited your brain.
They torture you everyday because of it. You also cant feel the pain of starvation of dehydration.

You learn how to pick locks. To get out of the chains and basement door to feed yourself.

You learn where to strike where hurts the most and how to kill the fastest. Father bring back unclaimed dead bodies of humans and kill them in front of you. Sometime there are living animals as well.
You eat the animals out of hunger.
You practice your aim on the dead human bodies that sway like a hanged man while Father calls it decoration.

How to administer first aid and master medical jutsu to save yourself.

How to be immune to poison because your body is used to it already.

How to read because you know that that is going to save you one day.

How to pretend so that no one figures out anything.
No dead bodies swinging from the ceiling.
No blood on the floors.
No basement.

I'm Sakura.
A dead girl.
My heart died with my soul a long time  ago.
All that's left is a perfect mask.

I'll be fine.
But I'm not.
And I won't ever be.

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