Author's note: This isnt just a one shot, Im going to continue to write off of this, But I want to see how you guys respond before I throw myself into this. Of course this is a Hinata Centered story, so if theres no love, then don't read annnd this is going to be a creepy romance blah blah story, So Maybe give it a review? You might like it (:

DO NOT OWN CHARACTERS, I DO OWN THIS STORY THOUGH!

Scare.

She didn't know how it happened, how it got this far. She was petrified, lost in sight and mind. She couldn't understand how it got like this. It was a nightmare a bad dream, it wasn't happening but it was; it was real. All too real. Lips skimmed across her cheeks, roughly dragging out words of deceit, lying to her with sugar coated words. Beautiful lips, lips that burnt like acid, his lips, and their lips.

"Y-you… don't t-touch me…"

"Shh…"

Whispers in the air, gasps of breath and lips trailing delicate dampened cheeks. It was happening so fast, yet the time was going by so slow. Slender fingers gripping locks soft as silk, his breath on her neck was so warm, their breaths so hard. She couldn't breath, it wasn't coming to her. Her blood, she could smell it in the air. It was a nauseating metallic smell, the feel of blood trickling down her skin. The fear paralyzing her very breath. She felt sick, her stomach churning. Fingers paint pictures in the blood along her arms and legs.

"Get your h-hands off of me..."

"Shh…just be quiet."

Her heart slammed against her chest. Loud beats rhythmically thudding with each touch that caressed her skin. Rough hands, long fingers slowly moving along her neck stained with crimson substance. Delicate black painted nails digging into her collar bone. Pang after pang of dreadful pain throbbing through her delicate ears, her head hurt so bad.

"Give it up... you know what to do..."

"N-no…"

"Do it…"

These hands were cold and clammy, fingers lacing into hers; they were crushing hers in an iron grip. Whispering sweet nothings into her ears, nothings that were nothing close to sweet, ringing through her head. The delicate fingers with the black nails tearing away with her.

"Just give it up…"

"N-no…"

"Give it…"

Fingers everywhere, touching, caressing. Prying eyes staring, sneering lips smiling, mockery all around. A fixation of satisfaction, she was the lamb and they were the lions hungry for her flesh, for what they desired and what she had. Breath down the back of her neck and a hand adorned with purple nail polish caressing her leg. Chills crawling across her skin making her feel sick. Their hands seemed like they were pulling her, farther down, down into the darkness, down.

"Your eyes…"

"Those eyes…"

No pleasure, just pain. Nails tearing away at her flesh, cords entangling themselves upon her limbs and horrible images flashing in front of her eye. They wanted it, it was obvious, and they wanted it now. She had absolutely no clue as to what they wanted. But they were hell bound on getting it.

The wounds were spilling, fingers digging into them. She screamed feeling the sting. The darkness was blinding and she felt like she was falling through a dark hole that didn't exist. Coughing fits erupted through her throat and blood spewed from her mouth.

"Just. Give. It. Up!"

"S-stop!"

They say when you die in your dreams, you die in real life. This theory had been studied and in some cases had been true. As the blood came out the wounds and out the mouth and as she dropped to the floor this theory was beginning to prove itself. She fell to the floor, fingers detaching from her, laughter in the air.

"Hahaha…"

With a thud, shuddering pain it was over again. She jolted upwards in her bed, cold sweat beading down her face and neck.

"U-ugh…"

Just a dream. Just a long dream.