Author's Note: This story is a bit less than fiction….Who here likes writing about real life experiences? :D –raises hand- Yeah…so anyhay…enjoy. It is out of character, and in modern time, so it is very loosely based off of the actual show.
Disclaimer: VERY sadly, I do not own Naruto, this is purely fan writing.
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Ever since the first day of school, when Hinata laid eyes on Sasuke for the first time, she had liked him. Before she even knew his name, she knew she wanted to be with him. She just knew that when their eyes locked for that brief moment passing each other in the hallway she had felt something. Seeing him in the hallways brightened her day, and by the end of the week she was able to find out his name. She looked him up and added him on facebook, and he gladly added her back, after she explained that she saw him at school and was too shy to introduce herself face to face. It turned out that they had absolutely everything in common; they swore they shared a brain, and quickly became close friends. But Hinata couldn't hold her feeling in for long and had to tell him she liked him. He said he wanted to get to know each other better, so she waited, then asked again, but he said he only liked her as a friend. She was hurt but continued to be his friend, he was too special to give up. She would occasionally bring up the subject, and always got the same answer, then one day heard through his friend that he didn't quite like her looks. Sinking into a deep depression and a past of self-harm she missed a few days of school, being comforted by her mother during some much needed mental health days as she waited for her cuts to heal. She had taken it hard, and cut her face, along with her thighs, even carving the words ugly to her skin. She never told him that. She knew he already worried that it was his fault, and didn't want to make him feel bad, so she just said she didn't feel well when he would check in on her. She stuck to being his friend, even though it was painful, she even wrote him a love letter and poem, but it got her nowhere, and still couldn't get over him, but then, one night, she didn't have to…