Scarred

by holdmetight123

Glancing down at her left leg, Renee recalls a fight four years ago where she almost lost more then the battle. She's in pain, and needs to move on from her Konoha days, but will her Konoha days be behind her at last? Her bags are packed, but for where?

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, and I'm not cool enough to try to pretend that I do.

A/N: This is the sequel to my other story "What did I do right?"

Prologue

The first thing that I knew when I woke up that morning was that my injured leg was throbbing. Panicking, I threw back the sheets on my double bed to reveal the knotted scar that ran down my left leg. It was beet red and it was pulsing.

This was not good.

I swung my legs off my bed and let my bare feet touch the cold flooring. I hobbled over to the bathroom, holding on to door handles as I crossed the basement to the stair case.

I could probably make it up the stairs, and I knew that I couldn't, under any circumstance, make it up the second story to tell my mom that something was wrong with me. I sat on the stairs, and laid my head in my hands, trying to think of a solution to my predicament.

Unfortunately, when it's a quarter after three in the morning, my brain doesn't want to think. So I sat of the bottom step and cried.

I wished that I hadn't been such a klutz on that dreaded night. I wished that Adrian hadn't come after me. To hell with it, I wished that I hadn't even moved to Konoha to begin with. Then maybe I wouldn't be gimped. Maybe I wouldn't wake up in the middle of the night with nightmares and I sure wouldn't wake up with a throbbing leg. I wouldn't be sitting here on the stairs, bawling like a baby if that night never had happened. But it did.

And now, I'm scared.