Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

Warning: Few things I thought the readers should know: An Oc as Hinata. Oc knows nothing of the Naruto universe. Will be AU.

I hope you enjoy this story. Thank you for reading and have a wonderful day.

Prologue

Darkness. Pain. Bright light. Blurred. Loud. Pain. Sensitive. Pain. Fear.

Familiar.

Yet not. This is different.

I died.

Yet I breathe. How? Why?

Fear. Pain. Warmth. Soft. No pain. Muted. Blurred. Warmth. Terror. Nothingness.

Feeling the minute movement of my eyelids, seeing the blurred world before me, the sluggish movement of uncontrollable soft, underdeveloped limbs, with an unusual awareness of my developing brain. A conclusion was reached: I am a newborn.

Weak. defenseless. Vulnerable. Useless. Uncontrollable. Pathetic.

These thoughts prick and wound my mind before a fog of unpredictable exhaustion consumes me. My eyelids starts to flutter shut, darkness becomes more familiar. The god of dreams awaits and I do not welcome Morpheus, but then I have never welcomed his shadowy arms since my innocence was ripped and torn. My jagged, bleeding, whirring mind slowly silences. Sleep comes and I dream. I dream of blood and pain and screams that tear the mind and choke the throat.

The wail of a baby is torn from my throat. The snap opening of my eyelids brings light, it blinds. This adds to the unearthly wail I have. Tears spring from my eyes wetting and trailing down my sensitive, heated skin. My mind whirs with seared, clear images of the past and thoughts of reaching unreachable control to control myself. I do not even briefly touch the surface, it brings anger. More emotion brought to the sound, more force to the air, more pain encroaching in my throat.

Then a voice feminine, frantic, fatigued comes and encases me in familiarity and security. My screams soften, my limbs move chaotically towards it, her, my mind knows a fleeting peace. For a moment peace is touched, "Hinata", my name? is whispered and how the peace shatters like falling glass. Shatters and burns and cuts. Then I know distrust, anger, and that rotting hate.

Another screams forms and cuts through my throbbing throat. She, does not silence this one.

Pain. Fear. Anger. Hate. Warmth. Security.

These emotions become a cycle. Repeat.