A darkish fic I wrote about Hinata. Sometimes I feel this way, and I wonder if maybe she would have ever felt like this. Anyways, here yah go!
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto
Mirror
When I'm lucky, and it's very rare these days, I see her and she is happy, her face lights up in ways no one will ever really understand. Her eyes twinkle, her lips turned up, her cheeks flushed with joy.
Most of the time, however, she is sad; a look of utter devastation, of defeat, of just not wanting to exist any longer.
She is always ugly.
People tell her she's beautiful, but they're lying. Something that plain is not beautiful. Something that boring does not stand out. She is ugly.
She's been staring at me for a while, this girl. If I didn't know any better I would think that she wanted me to kill her. It wouldn't be hard, for flesh is so soft. She's so pale, so fragile, I could snap her neck if I wanted to. But I don't because I am afraid. Afraid of what will happen to her if she goes away. Her family will not miss her, and those who claim to love her will move on. Humans do this a lot, you know.
Her eyes seem darker today, I think she's tired. It's hard to fake a smile to keep the others from worrying. She doesn't want to hurt them; I guess that's why she doesn't beg for her death. I wouldn't give it to her unless she asked, but she doesn't. She just stares at me with her lifeless eyes, a fake smile lingering on her lips.
Very few try to reach for her outstretched hand; she is so alone. She sits by herself and cries when the lights go off, when no one is there to see. She is so frail, so breakable, as she lays her head back down, silently smothering her face into a pillow, trying to keep from being found.
There is something so wrong with her. She hides in the dark but yearns for the light. She embraces the norm, but wishes she was something more. She pushes people away and keeps them at arms-length when all she wants is for someone to hold her. She is just one of those girls that will never learn, I think.
I see her every day, and for a while now I think she's dying. She is slow, and her eyes droop. I wonder if you can simply die from being so sad. She deserves that, at least.
I wonder what she sees in me, when she looks back at me through the mirror.
Fin