Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto

Note: I decided to make this story because of my mother, she told me when she was still a nurse-in-training, she and her batchmates were assigned to a patient in an asylum. My mom's patient was a woman who refused to talk, the doctors have a hunch that maybe she was raped in the past, my mother went to talk to her everyday but it didn't seem to work. But after how many days she got her to laugh. A genuine laugh with happiness. One of the doctors there smiled and had tears in her eyes, "Nagtawa siya! (She laughed!)" the female doctor exclaimed. Mom's experience really got me and I just got to write it, Naruto style of course. So I hope you'll enjoy this story.

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Prologue

Even a small, tiny voice can change something. This is what I learned when I met Uchiha Sasuke, a patient at Green Leaf Asylum. This teen, no older than me, gave up on speaking when he was twelve for reasons unknown. I was assigned to him and I felt compassion for him. I was never the one who could connect to others easily; I kept stuttering and fumbling over my words which earned me a glare from the young Uchiha.

I still remember when I felt stupid for talking but getting no response, it was like talking to an inanimate object…..but I remembered when I found a way to make him laugh. A True Genuine Laugh. And after a few days I got him to talk…slowly of course.

And I end this here and shall tell my story, the story that made me learn a few things.

I am Hyuuga Hinata.

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I heard the train screech to a halt, I groggily raised my head and peeked through my half-lidded eyes. The train had arrived at my subway station; I forced myself to get up and followed the people out of the train.

I walked through the busy streets, glancing here and there every now and then; not that there was much to look at, everything was dull gray, men and women in dark business suits, tall buildings towering to the darkening sky, the same gray pavement that I walk on, not much of a change. I hated it. I hated the feeling of being in a movie, better yet a movie re-run. That's why I always begged my father to let me go somewhere new every summer. But dad had business to attend to somewhere and said that I had to look after the house…or mansion, whatever makes you happy.

So here I am, stuck to helping out at the Green Leaf Asylum as an assistant, I'm not saying it's boring, I mean, I love learning new experiences as much as the next girl but….I don't know, I just have this nagging feeling that this will be boring. I bet they'll just make me an intern, paperwork, white hair, baggy eye bags, oh joy.

What I didn't know was that this might be one of the memories that I'd cherish…..forever.