Disclaimer I don't own Naruto or any of its characters. I also don't own the song "Am I Not Pretty Enough" by Kasey Chambers (thank god) and can I just add that I would never EVER listen to Kasey Chambers of my own free will. I just heard it ages ago in a shopping centre oddly enough and because I can always remember the words of songs and nothing to do with my maths homework, it's been stored away in my head until the day where it bounced out and made me think, HEYYYYYYYYY so Hinata!!!!!

A/N// Okay, this is a Hinata and Naruto song fic just a-brimful of angst and misery. I'm planning on having a sequel where Gaara comes in and cheers poor old Hinata up, because I just can't stand the idea of Gaara and Hinata not being together.

Oh, and I modified the words a little to fit to the whole Hinata thing.

It's also ridiculously short because I had to get of the computer really early, and I also wanted to get onto my happy little sequel.

Also there isn't much of the song in there. It probably shouldn't even be called a song fic cos I only included the chorus, which was the only bit I could remember like utterly precisely.

Broken Dreams

Part One – Heartbroken

Am I not pretty enough?

Is my heart too broken?

Do I cry too much?

Is it cos I'm not outspoken?

Don't I make you laugh?

Should I try it harder?

Why do you see right through me?

Hinata banged her hand furiously into the rough bark of a nearby tree, tears streaming down her face. The thick bark split the knuckles of her hand, so, when her tears dripped down onto her closed fist, they mingled with her red, red blood.

She barely felt the pain, compared to her heart having shattered into a million pieces inside of her, the feeling of her hurt hand was absolutely nothing. She fell sobbing to the base of the tree, closing her eyes and just sobbing painfully.

Why, why, why?!

Why had Naruto turned her down and run of with that stupid Sakura instead? Hadn't she, Hinata, always been there for Naruto? She'd even offered to let Naruto copy from her in that stupid Chuunin exam four years ago, when she knew that is she was caught, she would've been kicked out of the exam. She'd risked so much for him so many times since then, and he'd never thanked her. It'd been like she had just been some weird chick who turned invisible when she wasn't being of use.

Rain streaked down from the wintry sky, washing the blood from her hand and plastering her hair and clothes to her. She closed her eyes, feeling the most amazing pain rip through her as she finally faced facts.

Naruto didn't love her the way she had him for so very long. He didn't love her and he never would. She'd just have to be brave and try to be happy for Sakura and Naruto…

She gave a hysterical little giggle. Like that was gonna happen anytime soon. She'd just have to pretend until the feelings turned real. After all Naruto and Sakura were her friends. She couldn't stay mad at them for too long…

But for now she was going to cry her heart out until she felt numb enough to deal with all of this. She was sixteen years old and all her hopes and dreams for the future (namely becoming Naruto's wife) had been shot down in one tragic second. She leant her head against the tree trunk and wept bitter tears for a time that seemed like hours on end.

Finally she had no tears left and just slumped there, hugging the tree and feeling utterly empty of everything that made her Hinata. She felt… broken.

The rain continued to fall.

There was a soft rustle of leaves behind her. She didn't bother to lift her head. Whoever it was they could just go away. She wanted to have her mental breakdown in peace.

"Hinata?" The voice was soft and all too familiar. She felt a gentle touch on her shoulder and sighed, luxuriating in that simple touch. She thought bitterly that that proved how utterly desperate to feel a guy's touch she was … she didn't even like Gaara…

To be continued…