She'd watch her. Everyday, she'd gaze upon her daughter's actions, eyes darkened by sadness yet glistening through their veil. Everyday, she'd see her through her daily routine, the constant sameness and empty smiles she'd learned to fake so well. Everyday, she'd feel those pangs of guilt, the self-hatred she held for herself, and the ones her daughter held for herself too. It was a fate she'd cope with for a long time, and one destined to continue forever.
She knew things no one else ever thought of. She knew the secrets her daughter would never tell. And all the things she knew, she knew she would never be able to let go. It was all her fault, for leaving this world. For leaving her alone to deal with the pain, and tragedies, the unfair treatments of the family. Never had she imagined that life would lead this way… but what could she do? Nothing, nothing at all, but watch as her daughter punished herself, as those crimson drops of blood that were shed.
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Hinata shook as the tears ran down her face. It happened everyday, the same shouts, the same beatings, but never did she get used to it. Her body was slowly numbing to the pain, but her heart and her mind were already scarred. It hurt, hurt so bad, every word a desperate wound, another touch to the growing collection. It hurt, but she didn't hate them for it. No, she hated herself. It was her fault, her dreams – her weakness. What they said was true, it had leaked into her mind and taken over. She believed their lies, because it was all she had. Once upon a time, she had the strength to revolt, a reason to believe that maybe what they said wasn't true… but after so long, with no light, no helping hands, she had given up.
She closed her eyes and felt for her drawer. Biting her lip, she withdrew a kunai. It was worn, but the dull blackness still shone as the moonlight hit it. You could see the ruby stains, and Hinata smiled, because she knew they weren't her enemies. Then again, maybe she was her own enemy. A bitter laugh, another tear… and this time, they drew a crimson drop. It fell, quietly, and uttered a silent splash as it hit her floor.
Why did they hate her? She had done no wrong. Maybe it was because she simply was a burden. She wasn't meant to be here, she had no purpose, no reason to live. No one needed her, and no one wanted her. Just an empty husk of loneliness, with battle scars both in and out. The stream of tears flowed steady now, and she gripped her kunai and steadied it, before slashing across her skin. She had done this so many times, for so many reasons, but today her feelings ran deeper than they did. Again and again, the weapon sang. It sang a song of sorrow, of anger, of underlying love. It whispered her emotions, the ones she never dared let out. It shrieked all her thoughts, the dreams, the hopes she knew would never come true. It meant so much, in so little time. It meant everything.
As the stars faded out, Hinata finally stopped and stared at herself, quickly turning away. This was the life she led. This was all that was left. She felt sick: why was she still here? She had no reason, but no guts to let it all go. Pathetic, as everyone told her. The truth spoken is one let go. Soon the sun came out and she wiped the tears and sighed, getting ready for another pointless day.