Hello, minnya! I've decided to rewrite this story and make it better! As a note, I was listening to Solitary Hide-and-Seek Envy while writing this. Without further ado, I present Psychic Strands Book 1: The House in the Forest.

Hinata's PMV

I ran. I didn't care where I was going. The forest scratched around me, but I didn't care. My body ached all over, and I yelled for my older brother Shido, out in the darkness. My body ached from constantly running, and the many wounds my parents gave me. My brother soon found me in the darkness. I cried into him.

"Have we run far enough?" He petted my head, and nodded. I looked up into the sky. How did this happen again? Ah yes. That's right…

*Flashback*

"I hate you! Stay away!" My mother's voice yelled angrily at my father.

"I don't care what you think!" My father's drunken voice yelled back, and then promptly hiccupped. I buried myself into Shido, scared. Whenever this happened, a beating was sure to come from one of our parents. I buried myself into Shido, and the blankets.

"Fine!" They both yelled. I heard the bed squeak in the other room. My mother was surely collapsing into the bed, shaking with tears. Surprisingly, my father passed out on the floor a little bit afterwards. I slowly stood up; knowing okaa-san wouldn't care if I stood up. My wounds still hurt from our last beating.

"We've got to get out of here…" I whispered to Shido. I heard him nod behind me, getting up. Our mother soon fell asleep. I shakily walked to the closet, getting out a pair of clothes. Shido soon came up next to me, grabbing his gray clothes, his blue hair shaking. My orange hair bobbed as I gave him another confirmatory nod.

We grabbed empty duffel bags and changed into our gray sweats, facing away from each other. We dropped our pajamas into our bags. Shido grabbed his glasses and put them on. I grabbed two hand-sewn dolls from the bed, and my drawing set from the shelf. Shido grabbed his favorite book, and a sheet from the bed. We dropped those into our bags, and slowly opened the door, having picked our duffel bags up. Shido looked out, confirming there was no one there. We slipped out from our room, sneaking down the stairs. We walked to the kitchen, and grabbed plenty of food, slipping them into the side pockets of our bags. Shido grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, slipping it into his bag. I grabbed my Pokémon game, not wanting to leave it, slipping it into my bag. We each grabbed all of our money from our piggy banks, pooling a dollar fifty. I also grabbed the first aid kit. The forest was full of burrs this season.

We each put our shoes on, grabbing our respective kendo bars from the door. I opened the back door, hesitating, breathing in the night air. And then I took the first step out. And then I ran as fast as I could into the forest in our backyard, Shido following behind, not bothering to shut the door.

*End Flashback*

I was now covered in burrs and fresh wounds. Shido petted my head, and then looked forward.

"We have to keep walking though. The sun's rising – they'll surely be looking for us now." I nodded to Shido, tears filling my eyes. I took his hand, and we walked forward, now using our kendo bars to carve the way. One step. Another step. We kept walking forward, not looking at each other, our duffel bags at our sides, our kendo bars slashing and hacking at the springy branches, which snapped back into place thankfully, determined expressions on our faces, our hands in each other's. We are not looking back. Eventually, our bars reached a clearing. It was this final slash that changed our lives. For in the middle of the large, lush clearing, stood a treehouse that had clearly been abandoned a couple years ago. My eyes widened, and for once I looked at Shido. His expression mirrored mine. The sun had just reached its peak in the sky.

"Let's stop here." I said.

"Agreed." Shido confirmed. I let go of him, my duffel bag hurting my shoulder. I switched my kendo bar to my other hand, holding my duffel bag with my left. Shido walked up the ladder. I soon followed, him grabbing my kendo bar to help me up. Eventually we were both there. Sitting in the middle of the dusty treehouse, I felt sort of nostalgic. Why? I began picking burrs off of Shido's hair and clothes, before moving on to his clothes. After all of the burrs plaguing him were gone, I began to work on bandaging him up. He promptly began to work on me as soon I was done. However, as soon as he was finished, he looked down at our bags in surprise. I did too, and was shocked. Something was glowing within them. I unzipped them and rifled through them until I found the objects.

"Our games?! But how did thi- aah!" The 'aah' at the end was me gasping in surprise as the glowing reached a peak in our fingers, me and Shido turned away, yelling. And this, my friend, was the day everything changed.