Requiem To Those Who Hurt

Chapter 1 – Anonymous Feelings

Hinata squeezed her eyes shut she felt...she felt disgusted with herself. She hated that she was always so quiet, so unnoticed, and so unimportant. It wasn't that she didn't try to change but it seemed like no matter how much she tried nothing changed. Countless times she forced herself to tag along with Ino and Sakura in their various social activities, but it was always the same, she was out shined and ignored. She hated it. Ever since she could remember herself it was like this, for once, just for once she wanted to shine, and be first...at something, anything.

Hinata forced herself up off her bed, she'd been lying down for ages now, it was Sunday she should at least try and act like she was feeling ok. She ignored the intense urge to add another slit in her arm with her new shiny silver razor blade and booted up her laptop. The brunette quickly logged on to her blog and begun a new entry.

A Requiem For Those Who Hurt

This is for those who hurt

The ones that go unseen, unnoticed

The ones with scars on their arms

and bars on their hearts

The ones who have been torn apart.

That feeling that rises so high

choking your very being and

Twisting inside.

The scratches and scrapes that mar

our skin, the bruises underneath

the layers of clothing

the feelings so strong, so poisonous

This is our requiem

A requiem for us who hurt

A requiem for us who are alone

A requiem for us who are torn

A requiem for us who are undone

A requiem for us who are unknown.

Hinata smiled slightly, her poetry was the only thing that kept her from feeling like she didn't exist at all, she quickly saved and posted her latest entry, hoping that even one person viewed it so they'd know that not only they felt that way. The brunette was about to sign off when the little chat box on her blog popped up.
'Who could this be?' she thought, her hands instantly becoming clammy with nerves, no one ever chatted with her. Ever.

Anonymous1: Hi I just wanted to say that I like your posts, they are quite relatable.
HinataHyuuga: Oh really? um wow...thank you
Anonymous1: Yeah, you're not alone, even though you may feel that way, I always see you but I don't know what to say to get close to you, but even if I can't ever get close to you, I'm still here.

HinataHyuuga: Thankyou...no one has ever said that to me before, who are you?

Hinata wiped her sweaty palms on the front of her black sweat shirt, who was the anonymous person? Time seemed to slow down as she waited for Anonymous1 to reply. Her spirits began to plummet when a minute passed and there was no reply.
'Great, you scared them off with your pathetic self,' thought Hinata, chewing nervously on her lip. She was about to close out the chat window when she heard a soft ding and a reply from Anonymous1 popped up.

Anonymous1: I can't tell you who I am...at least not yet.

Hinata's heart beat quickened and her fingers moved to reply but the anonymous replier had already gone. It didn't really matter though, all that mattered to her at this point was that someone cared, someone had noticed her existence. With a small smile on her face she quickly copied the conversation to a word document and uploaded it to her phone.
'Thankyou, whoever you are,' she thought and hugged the phone to her chest.

Sasuke ran a black painted nailed hand through his spiky raven hair and sighed, trying to release the tension from his shoulders. He wished he could save the Hyuuga girl, he'd been watching her for a while now and he could feel her pain and loneliness, it ate at him like raw acid. But he wasn't good with words or confrontations, the only time he could convey him feelings were in a song, poem or through a chat. He knew that if she found out who he was she'd reject him, after all someone like him could never be with someone like her. One, he was an Uchiha and she was a Hyuuga, two if he ever marred his 'popular' appearance by fraternizing with someone like her...well his Father would kill him. He was always being pushed by his parents to be better than Itachi, more popular, more accomplished...he hated it, but he was scared of what would happen if he didn't obey.

Sasuke closed his eyes as a rush of unpleasant memories; of the time he'd tried to resist his parent's orders flooded his mind.

'Fuck it, not now!' he hissed mentally and forced the memoires back down into the depths of his mind, focusing on thoughts of Hinata.
She had been dominating his mind of late, the glimpses of her heavily scarred hands, which he'd seen when her long sleeved sweatshirt ruched up occasionally, tore at the seams of his dreams creating nightmares. He knew what it was like to be in a place where you were all alone and sinking...after all he was constantly fighting that place himself. He had many friends and was immensely popular in many social circles, both at school and outside, but none of those people really knew him, or tried to, to them he was just another clone of his older brother. Sasuke gripped the edges of his desk, he could feel the anger rising up in his chest, as usual he was helpless to do what he really wanted to; was he just going to let his own fears get in the way of saving someone like Hinata? The teen grit his teeth, anger overwhelming his senses and he shoved his desk away from him, his desktop and other paraphernalia on top of the desk clattering to the ground. In the midst of his anger he heard the heavy metal tune blasting from his phone.
'Fuck whoever that is,' he thought, refusing to answer the mobile device. Suddenly he felt trapped, the heavily poster decorated walls in his bedroom seemed to close in on him, he grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the mess on the ground and raced down stairs and out the front door, ignoring the calls of the helper, it wasn't his mother...she was never home. Stuffing the pack of cigarettes in his pocket Sasuke stormed into the garage where he kept his sleek black motorcycle, started it and sped off, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he sped through the roads, everything a blur; but he felt free, free from the life that constricted him.

Hinata squeezed her way through the crowded halls of Konohagakure Institute, ignoring the snickers of Karin and her posse, her eyes focused on the wide screen of her i-phone, reciting the words from the chat conversation on her blog the previous day. She'd been doing this throughout the entire school day, it kept her from going over the edge, she finally had something that belonged to her and her alone and finally someone had recognized her existence.
Hinata was pulled from her cocoon of thoughts by a familiar brash voice.

"Dude, would you hit that for any less than one hundred bucks?" Kiba asked his friends, who, like him, were leaning against the wall of the main hall. Sasuke felt his blood boil when he saw Hinata hunch into herself at Kiba's comment.
"Inuzuka, shut the fuck up, not because no one wants to get with you, means it's like that for everyone else," snapped Sasuke icily, ignoring the laughter of the people around him and searched for Hinata, but she'd already gone.
'Shit,' the brunette thought, she obviously hadn't heard his reply defending her.
"What the fuck, why are you defending that Hyuuga bitch?" asked Kiba, the corners of his mouth turned up in a sneer. Sasuke's shoulders stiffened and turned his head slightly, not quite facing Kiba.
"Inuzuka mind your own business..." he trailed not even trying slightly to hide the obvious threat in his words. Sasuke smirked and inclined his head as he leisurely strolled off, his hands in his pockets.
"Hn, Uzumaki you coming or what?" Naruto smirked at Kiba, giving him a two fingered salute before saying,
"See you later sucker-ttebayo!"

Hinata felt the heat of embarrassment rush to her cheeks when Kiba's comment reached her ears, without waiting to hear his friends more than likely agreeing comments. She rushed off, tears blinding her sight and was knocked over by a group of girls, who didn't even notice her lying on the ground, as usual she was invisible to people like them. Hinata picked herself up off the cold ground and rushed into the nearby girl's bathrooms, locking herself in one of the stalls.

Sasuke ignored Naruto's useless chatter, he hadn't really wanted to go anywhere with the blonde but Kiba had been grating on his nerves. The familiar long glossy black hair caught the corner of Sasuke's eye and his head snapped in its direction, he turned just in time to see Hinata's tear stained face disappear into the girl's bathroom.
'Crap,' he moaned mentally and said out loud to Naruto,
"Go ahead to class dobe, I need to use the restroom," Sasuke rolled his eyes at his lame excuse but didn't wait to hear Naruto's reply. He quickened his pace, searching for a quiet place, the corners of his lips turning upwards when he spied an empty classroom. He slipped into it and wasted no time pulling out his phone and googling Hinata's blog.

Hinata pulled her trembling knees up to her chest and pulled out her phone and logged on to her blog, ignoring the shrill ring of the bell signalling the end of lunch break. She didn't really feel like making a new entry but she needed to distract herself from the smooth blades pressing against her thigh through the pocket of her black jeans. She thumbed through the various entries, chewing on her lip, then a soft ping resounded from her phone, the chat box popping up on the lower right hand side of her blog.

Anonymous1: Hey, are you okay?

Hinata's breath caught in her throat when she saw the message and the tears she'd been trying to hold back overflowed and coursed down her cheeks. She had secretly hoped that her anonymous friend would be online so she could talk to him/her but hadn't really expected it to happen. The brunette paused, contemplating her reply.

'Should I tell them what happened?' she debated mentally, after all she wasn't used to people asking after her wellbeing.

HinataHyuuga: Um...
Anonymous1: You don't have to tell me if you don't want to.
HinataHyuuga: Sorry...I just...
Anonymous1: Are you crying?

Hinata's eyes widened in surprise, had the anonymous replier had seen her tear streaked face when she entered the bathroom?
'So they do go to this school then,' she thought, feeling slightly happier, knowing that she had someone looking out for her in this hell hole. But her spirits sank again when she realized that the real reason they hadn't confronted her was because they didn't want to be seen with someone like her.

HinataHyuuga: Um...i guess so.
Anonymous1: I'm sorry...I saw what happened, but don't let it get to you, I think you're beautiful the way you are, and I overheard someone defending you after Kiba said what he did.

Sasuke gripped his phone between his hands, he had come very close to giving away who he was, but it didn't really care at the moment, he just wanted to cheer Hinata up. Not for the first time in his life he wished he was someone else, if he was, he could just barge into the girl's bathroom and hug her close to his chest. A little voice in his head persisted on saying that he could still do it but he pushed it aside, he couldn't...he was Sasuke Uchiha after all, not anyone else.

Hinata felt her cheeks heat up when she read anonymous' reply.

HinataHyuuga: Thanks...so you do go to this school then?
Anonymous1: Yeah...
Anonymous1: I have to go, class.

Sasuke shoved his phone in his pocket, breathing heavily, he couldn't have answered her question properly or he'd have given away his identity for sure, and that couldn't happen. He already knew the consequences that would follow if it did, and they weren't pretty.

AN: Please R&R and let me know what you think of the story! ^_^ It was an idea that I had an it wouldn't leave me alone so I just had to type it out.