Fractured

When all Hope is Lost

  "In our darkest hour it seems all hope is lost, but when the light shines through we find everything."

I don't know how much more of this I can take. It's been almost 10 years since my abduction. 10 years of being tortured and experimented on. Having my body sliced open with scalpels and pried open with pliers. Having needles shoved under my skin and tubes shoved down my throat. I no longer had the strength to scream any more from the pain. The worst part was the mental torture of not knowing when my suffering was going to end.

Orochimaru stole me from my home when I was six years old. A little innocent girl outside of her home picking flowers for her mother. My father Fugaku and older brother Itachi were out on a mission. My mother had taken my twin Sasuke to the store with her. I stayed home because I wasn't feeling well so my next door neighbor was looking after me. She was a nice little old lady named Airi, but she would always take naps. That particular sunny day in April when the Sakura flowers were in perfect bloom and Airi was taking one of her daily naps in the living room, I wondered out into the flower garden to pick them to make a beautiful Sakura crown for my mother. The only thing I can remember that day was reaching the garden and seeing a strange man in an orange mask staring at me from behind some trees. Next thing I knew I woke up strapped to an operating table. The man with the orange mask and another man with snake like features standing over me.

  Every day after that became worse and worse. They would never say anything to me about why they took me. They would just strap me down to the table and poke and prod at me like I was some sort of lab rat. After they were done taking me apart piece by piece, I would be put back in my cell, bleeding, dehydrated and hungry. I tried to sleep, hoping that this was some sort of nightmare and all I had to do was wake up. The only thing that greeted me when I opened my eyes was the excruciating pain in my body and the faces of my captors. Then my hell would start all over again. I started to ask myself, Why me? What did I do to deserve this? I was only a little kid. When was this going to end?

  In the beginning I was optimistic that someday, somebody would find me and take me home. When that happened I would make a promise to myself that I would be a better daughter and the best sister to my brothers. I would train real hard to be the best ninja in Konoha so that I could protect the young kids in the village from people like this. I would never want this to happen to anybody else. But as time continued to pass and no sign of help was in sight, I gave up my delusions of being rescued and gave into the reality that I was going to die here.

  All alone.

  Alone was such a scary thought. One that loved to creep up on me when I was at my weakest. I would start having thoughts of my family and friends. How me and my twin brother Sasuke use to have a little hiding place in the woods where we use to love playing ninja. He would take it easy on me though and let me win. Then there was my older brother Itachi who use to bring me home dumplings from my favorite shop after everyone of his missions. Something my mother and father weren't to happy with because they said it would rot my teeth out and make me fat.

  My parents were wonderful people.

  My mother use to take me out to the lake by the village to feed the ducks. We would go after school everyday before we went home. I would take my shoes off and loved the feeling of the grass between my toes. My mother would bring some bread from the shop and we would break it up to toss into the lake. On our way back home my father would sneak up behind me and throw me over his shoulder laughing. We would all laugh and be so happy.

Then I would start thinking about my friends at the academy. Watching Sakura and Ino constantly fighting over Sasuke. Gross. Shikamaru sleeping during lunch while Choji would be eating both of their lunches. I missed hanging out with Kiba and his dog Akamaru. I loved dogs but my parents wouldn't let me have a pet. Said they were messy and to hard to take care of.