Disclaimer: I wrote this in my depressing emo corner in the back of my closet, from the inner and dark recesses of my mind...I'm such a perverted sick-o


"Relax" was the first first thing that said. His voice was smooth and soothing.

We were on the ground. Whats going on? He pins me and forces me to the ground. The shag carpeting is in my mouth and tickling my nose. STOP! But I can't voice my thoughts. He lifts my dress. Pulls down my panties. "N-No" I'm not loud enough he doesn't hear me. He turns me over, his lips lock onto mine. I twist my head, his tongue finds entrance through my teeth. He bites my tongue I twist my head once more there's blood in my mouth. I try to move, try to push him off me. He grabs my wrist holds them above my head with his large hands. He's to heavy, too strong.

The only sound I can makes a whimper, but I'm screaming on the inside. He curses and grunts. His hands moves onto my lips and travels down to my neck, lower. I don't look , I can't. The sounds of ripping and tearing occur, my torso suddenly feels free, and its easier to breath, lower. He stops. Cold hands. I tried to scream but he held his hand over my mouth, pushing himself further. He pulled out and pushed again. He kept doing this while holding open my thighs.

Here I lay on the floor I could feel the blood flowing from me like maple syrup . I couldn't speak; I was just too exhausted, too weak, too helpless, my body begged for air. The last I could remember was a fist in my hair, and lips trailing down my neck. I fainted I wish I hadn't, because it hurts, it hurts.


I woke up the next morning to find myself still on the floor just inches away from the door. I was sore, and could barely move. I picked myself up, I walked cautiously around his room, the kitchen, and the balcony hoping to lock him out, but it was just me; I was alone.

He was gone.

I wanted to get out as fast as possible. I had to find my phone, I had to call someone.I found my purse on the couch, I rummaged through, but it'd been ransacked my wallet was missing, and my phone was gone. The picture of my mother had been wrinkled. I wanted to cry, I had every right to, but I needed to find help. I ventured through his door and into the halls. I was in pain but I had to get out I couldn't stand to stay here any longer. Searching for help was difficult the pain became even worse as I walked, through the hotel.
Where was everyone?

"Hinata?" The voice belonged to Kiba

"It is you!" He ran over "Where were you? Me, Neji and Shino were looking everywhere for ya"

Kiba looked me over, his smile instantly dropped. "H-Hinata, what...what happened? This isn't your room" He came closer pointing his face closer to me. I could feel my trembling lips.

"You smell...weird, and y-your dress is ripped...a-and why is there blood..." he trailed off. Kiba took off his jacket offering it to me, I couldn't help but flinch as he wrapped his arms around me.

"K-K-Kib-ba" Something wet escaped from my eyes, it crept down my face and onto collarbone I reached for my face I'm crying. More tears escaped from my eyes along with small whimpers escaping from my throat. He placed his head on top of mine.

He hugged me, so tightly. I felt so uncomfortable, Kiba was my friend I just couldn't help. I couldn't find it in myself to embrace him as he did me.

"I'm here for you" his voice was in a whisper.


Hanabi hugged and cried with me, I could see Neji through clouded eyes. He was fuming, his knuckles were white and his teeth were visibly clenched. Father wanted to break something, to hurl a rock at the face of the man that had hurt his daughter. He paced through the room angrily, he looked at me his eyes were streaming, he wasn't ashamed to show his tears. Father turned away from me and stomped out of the room cursing and shouting.


Ummm...Happy Birthday Hinata? I'm sorry.