Finding light in a dark world (Naruto fanfiction)

~The Beginning~

a/n This is my first attempt to write a naruto fanfiction. I am only writing the first chapter for now. Please comment and tell me if I should continue or not. Also I do not own Naruto. Well I'm rambling, so without further ado, on with the story :)

I wish to be free of these shackles that hold me here. To leave this forsaken place, and never return. These are my thoughts as my mother continues calling me names such as useless, and crazy. Never giving a thought to how much those words hurt.  

"Are you even listening to me Mizuki Egimono?" she yells angrily. I feel the sting of her hand on my cheek snapping me out of my thoughts. I look down at the green carpeted floor of the living room holding back tears. My hand itched to touch my aching cheek, but kept it at my side clenched into a tight fist. Knowing it would only make her more angry.  

"Did you hear me, you pathetic escuse for a daughter."she said with disgust. I flinched at her words, but didn't show how much her words affected me.  

"Yes, mother." I reply solemnly. "It's your fault John left." Shame and regret courses through me like a demon eating away at my soul. If only I had kept it together that day. Things would be different. My fist clenched even tighter, if that was even possible. She was right I was a pathetic escuse for a daughter.  

"You are a moster, and should've never been born. The impact of her foot threw me across the room into the front door. I coughed up blood and wimpered. My body ached all over, and my stomach is probably bruised from her kick. But I refuse to fight back, this is my fault after all. I caused her to suffer, and I deserved every bit of it. 

"You're a disgrace to the Egimono name." She said with disgust clearly in her voice.  

"I hope you rott in hell, demon." My heart sunk as she said that. I knew she blamed me for father leaving, but I didn't think she hated me that much. I felt a tear slide down my face, and before I could wipe the stray tear away mother saw. 

"Aww, is the little demon crying." she snerred as she hit me square in the nose. I heard a sickening crack as pain spread throughout my face. I bit my lip to hold in the cry that threatened to escape. She kicked me in the leg making my legs give out and fell to my knees.  

"Get out of my sight you piece of trash." she yelled. I took that as my que to get up and leave. I stood up as quickly as I could and whinced. It seems she also bruised my leg. Limping over to the staircase, I gazed at the pictures that showed a happier time. When we were still a family. I'm suprised mother hasn't taken them down considering she thinks of me as a demon, and the sad memories the photos bring. Maybe its to painfull for her to take them down. Shaking my head, and sighing I start the treacherous decent up the stairs.  

By the time I make it up the stairs my head is spinning. I stagger to my room, which is two doors to the left of the stairs. Closing my door and locking it, I lean heavily with my back against it. After resting for a moment, and letting my head clear, I shakily lift my hands to my face. As gental as I could, I touch my nose to check and see if its broken. I cringe, it was definitely broken, and blood was freely running from my nose. I take a deep breath, and quickly snap my nose back in place. I gasp, the pain comes back ten times as worse then when my mother broke it. It soon becomes a dull ache in which I could live with.  

Thankfully, there is a bathroom attached to my room. I limp into the bathroom. It was a normal bathroom with blue walls, and white tile. The sink, shower, and toilet were also white. The shower curtain was blue and had a black swirly designs at the bottom. Above the sink was a huge mirror. Nothing special.  

Sighing I grudgingly make my way over to the mirror. I wonder how horrifying I look. When I gaze into the mirror, it doesn't suprise me. My black hair, and electric blue eyes were the same, except for the fact that my right eye was swollen and beginning to turn black and blue. My face was also covered in blood. I lift my shirt up inspecting were my mother had kicked me. Around the middle of my stumach just above my belly button bruises were starting to form. But I've looked worse. At least it's summer