I feel intense pain piercing through my head. Why does she do this? Why does she seem to always hurt me? What have I done wrong? I don't know the answers to these questions, all I know is that these regular beatings don't affect me anymore. I won't let them have the pleasure of my pain. I sit up, ignoring the throbbing of my forehead and plaster an over enthusiastic grin on my face. My mask is ready.

" Itai," I place my hand behind my head and it rests upon my tousled, unkempt hair, " Sakura-chan why did ya do that?!"As I turn my face towards her, my expression showing mock betrayal, I feel self satisfaction at the play I had performed. I delivered my lines perfectly, now I just had to wait for Sakura to follow the script. I kept on looking at her as she raised her hand, I kept on looking at her as she swung it in a sideways motion and I only lost that eye contact when Sakura's hand made contact with my cheek, causing an intense noise to fill the training ground.

I saw Sasuke and Kakashi in my peripheral vision, they didn't move a millimeter, they didn't try to stop Sakura as she delivered her blow, they merely watched. 'Heh, I bet they're enjoying this. No one cares about a demon like me anyways...'

As if supporting my statement, Sakura opened her colossal, grotesque mouth and proceeded to hurt me. This time it wasn't physical." Ugh, you're so LOUD! Why won't you just shut up! *No one would even care if you died, in fact, they'd be happy that they no longer had to deal with a demon like you.*" The last bit was mumbled so that Kakashi and Sasuke wouldn't hear it, yet it was pristine and clear what message she had given me.

To be honest, I was kind of glad. It's not every day that someone encourages you to commit suicide, that someone actually lets you take away your life. I felt a few tears build up in my eyes, blurring my vision and making Sakura look like a fat pink blob. I don't know whether these were tears of misery or joy. All I know is this is the first time I've felt so much moisture in my eyes, the first time in the past seven years.

So, as soon as I arrive 'home' I pick up a book and pen and start writing, I start writing my suicide plan. After two hours I have it ready, refined to each minor detail. I know what I must do. I must take my life after the Chunin exams...

Author's Note: HOW COULD SHE DO THIS TO MY BABY?!