I walk alone, my head down, tears rolling down my face. "No one wants me." I think as I walk. I look around the dark village that is the village hidden in the leaves. "Who cares, I don't need people, all they do is leave." I think, the tears rolling, as my fists harden. "I can't be close to anyone, they aren't going to stick around. I am meant to be alone." I think as I look at myself in a puddle, and see my reflection staring back at me. "I am Omiki Konica, no one weakens me, no one defeats me!" I think, my face going red with determination. "I will not be broken!"
"I am stronger than this, pathetic tears, they solve nothing." I mutter, my fist clenched as they wipe off the tears, and I begin to jump through the trees. "Omiki, you are strong, you are the strongest person in the village." I say, giving myself a pep talk. "They will see that one day, they will all see." I whisper, my long red hair flowing behind me, as I look up, and see the dark storm clouds forming above me, just waiting to swallow me up and spit me out like I am a chew toy for a dog. "I must find shelter." I think to myself as I jump through the woods, and I see an abandoned shack.
I walk into the shack, my eyes darting back and forth cautiously. There seems to be no one here, so I take a small step forward. "Okay, this isn't so bad, maybe I have a chance." I think silently, as I tuck myself into a small ball in the floor, it needs some TLC but I'm sure in time it will be a nice home for me, I guess.
My six year old body is worn out from the day's events, running from the Anbu who want to hurt me, the foundation who want my chakra, and the Akatski that want me to join them. "I am just a little kid, why does everyone want me to be hurt?" I whisper, as I feel myself being lifted into a weightless feeling, but I know I cannot sleep. If I sleep, then I dream, and that's something I hate, because all I have is nightmares, but If I don't sleep, then I won't be able to defend myself if the Akatski come, so basically, I'm in a lose-lose situation.
How am I supposed to get out of this, how am I supposed to survive this one?" I think to myself, my sides heaving, as I figure out I'm dehydrated. My heart is beating like a drum and I know I need water, I walk to the back of the shed, and find a small bowl, it's fairly clean, so I use some of the water from the puddle to clean it, since the puddle water isn't enough to drink from, and set the bowl on the porch. I hope that I will get enough to drink. I run out to a small berry bush with another bowl, and fill it with black berries, knowing that will have to be my meal.
"I guess this will have to do." I say, happy with the meal as I dig into the sweet berries, they even quench my thirst a bit until the rain comes and fills the bowl, and I drink from that. "I can survive this, I can." I think silently, and I know I can, I am a survivor, I always have been. "I suppose I could go to the village, maybe." I think, but am not sure if that is a wise idea, I am hated by all, and no matter where I go it doesn't change.