A/N: Hey everyone! This is an update, I reread this chapter and was disgusted by some of the mistakes I made and how cheesy it sounded so I'm cleaning it up a little. Hope you enjoy!

This story is told in Hinata's POV. This was uploaded before but I deleted it so I can re-do these chapters.

Summary: Hinata and Naruto's relationship was perfect, the perfect couple. Or so Hinata thought, What will Hinata do when she finds Naruto cheating on her with Sakura. Hinata spins into a depression, like her life wasn't hard enough, with her abusive father and protecting her sister from him. How is it going to turn out good now? Rated M for suicide thoughts, no lemons, sorry. NaruHina

Joking Speaker

Prologue

"Where were you Hiashi?" Was how the fights always started, my mother, Hyuga Hikari would say that one sentence and everything went to Hell, spiraling downwards. Though, this time would be different. It would change everything, but I, at that time would not have known that.

My father, Hiashi stepped in the house, closing the door behind him. That blank yet menacing look that only certain Hyuga's could pull off was on his face. He silently walked up to my mother, the closer he got the more he seemed to tower over my mom. Okaa-san, however didn't back down.

"I said where were you!" She raised her voice at him, he however seemed unaffected. Many would suspect he would jump in to defend himself like he usually did, but not this time. He seemed more annoyed than mad.

"None of you business!" He said calmly, but his eyes said 'Shut the hell up' she didn't let up.

My mom sneered at him, "I'm your wife, Hiashi! Why the hell are you always like this?" She slammed her fist on the counter top. "You're always coming home late, and when I ask you where you were you always brush me off like you haven't done anything wrong!" She screeched at him, her voice breaking as her tears ran down her cheeks. "You've been like this since I've been pregnant with Hanabi! You're the fucking reason why she was a high-risk pregnancy! You keep stressing me out, do you like doing this? Do you like causing me and the girls pain?" Hiashi said nothing and continued to take her verbal abuse. "You go out and disappear for the entire night without a word! You know what happened today? When I went to tuck Hinata in she asked me 'Where's daddy? He always tucks me in.' How do you explain to a five-year old girl that her own mother doesn't know where her husband is? That her father is always gone at night? That her father no longer cares for his family!"

"Hikari, silence yourself." My father mumbled quietly, balling his hands into fists.

Okaa-san didn't stop and kept going and pressed further. "Then why don't YOU go into that room and explain to her what you do with those whores every night you're not home!"

"Hikari." He said a bit more loudly.

"Fuck, Hiashi! You never listen to a damn word I say! I want fucking answers, now!" She pushed at his shoulders, "It's always about you! You never stop to ask me how I feel. When was the last time you told me you loved me? Or held hands with Hinata? Or actually held Hanabi in your arms?"

Hiashi's face turned red, "Hikari!"

"Maybe If you actually kept you fucking dick in your pants we wouldn't be-" She was cut off when a hard slap was delivered to her already tear-stained cheeks. The sharp noise cut through the air like a knife, and after that complete and utter silence followed.

Okaa-san's face was stuck to the left, the direction she was slapped in. Her head slowly rotated back into place as she stared in disbelief at her so-called husband. His hand was raised in the air with a horrifying look of murder in his eyes as he glared at his 'wife'.

In all that deafening silence, a baby's cry echoed through the house, Hanabi.

Father picked up his suitcase, fixed his collar and left the house. The sound of the door slamming echoing with Hanabi's cries. A sniffle escaped Kaa-san as she turned around headed towards the stairs, where I was standing, watching the event play through. My eyes widened as I saw my mother head towards me. panicking, I ran upstairs to my room and closed the door silently, praying that everything would be fine and back to normal by morning. I slid down to the floor with my hands covering my eyes as a choked sob left me.

What I didn't know was that everything had changed that night. Hiashi began to come home later and later, Kaa-san smiled less and stopped tucking me in and reading me bedtime stories. I wound up doing it all by myself as I desperately tried to save my family's relationship. I was the one who took care of Hanabi most of the time, Okaa-san would never say a word let alone have the motivation to do anything. I was practically a mom at five years old.

There were no more smiles, no more hugs, no more 'I love you's, I felt like I was raising myself and Hanabi and possibly even Okaa-san.

I thought my life was bad then. But now ...

Their arguments got worse and worse each day, and everyday I watched, somehow hoping for a miracle that we could repair the mends of our broken family together. But, after Hiashi learned that he could silence Mother with a smack, he used it more often.

But then one night came, the night where I died inside.

The day I lost my mother.

It was around nine o'clock, as I was putting Hanabi to sleep when I heard the door slam. Startled, I left Hanabi in her crib and rushed to my usual hiding place beside the stairs. What was Hiashi doing home so early? He usually came home around three a.m. never at nine. Kaa-san was sitting at the dinner table, like she did everyday since the incident. Just sitting there waiting and waiting until he came home, so another argument can issue and givng Hiashi another reason to hurt Kaa-san more often. The red hand markings on her cheeks seemed permanent now.

Hiashi began walk straight past Kaa-san, like he didn't even want to go through what he calls nonsense. I shivered from my place by the stairs, would they find me this time? Though the encounter seemed less intense as usual, I still had a gut wrenching feeling in the pit of my stomach. I somehow knew that I would regret this night for the rest of my life and forever more.

Kaa-san decided to be blunt and just blurted her emotions out, not like she usually did. "I love you, Hiashi."

His motions stopped, he was facing away from her but he was facing in my direction, his face was unreadable, that was the worst part. No one could ever tell what he was thinking, he could have been seething with rage and it would take years to detect it.

"Don't you love me, Hiashi?" Kaa-san asked him, her voice seemed desperate. Just hoping that he would suck up his pride and say yes already. There should have been no hesitation, right? Didn't Hiashi love her mother? That's how it should have been, right? You meet, get married, have children, and live happily ever after, right? Then how come they weren't happy? Kaa-san wasn't happy, I wasn't happy and neither was Hanabi. The only one that seemed happy was Hiashi, at least that's what Kaa-san said. She said that he only seemed to be happy with those whores but . . . what was a whore? Were these whore things really that bad?

"Don't you love me? And Hinata? And Hanabi?" She pleaded, tears starting to spill. "Don't you want to be a nice happy family? You, me, and the girls?" She let out a bitter smile, "We can't be happy if you're out all the time, the girls need their father and I need a husband." Her voice got softer and softer with each word as the tears spilled from her eyes like curtains.

Still, Hiashi said nothing, just standing there with that stoic look on his face.

Her emotions flared and she became angry, which would usually lead to her downfall. But today what I didn't expect was for my mother to push and shove Hiashi with everything she had. She screamed , saying words like, 'Bastard!' or "Asshole" she would even shout things like 'How can you just sit there fucking those whores and not think about the two girls you have at home!' and the most common 'I don't even remember what I saw in you!'.

Tears leaked from my eyes, I wished I could stop this just stop this constant fighting. But what could I do? I was only five years old, I doubt I could stop a fight between two people in their mid-twenties.

Hiashi finally had enough of Kaa-san's words of protest and shoving but instead of giving her a slap he shoved her back. They went back and forth trying to over power the other and tossing hurtful words at each other. Soon furniture was being thrown, like the new lamp Okaa-san bought not even 3 weeks ago, and even some family picture frames and kitchen utensils.

What happened to our family? We were fine, or at least that's what I thought. I was so concerned with my own selfish deeds that I never stopped to think what Kaa-san and Hiashi felt. Were they really this unhappy?

The sound of breaking glass echoed through the room and ended with a deathly silence. I looked upon the scene the floor was littered with glass, there was blood . . . a lot of blood. Hiashi wore the most sadistic look I have ever seen and I rattles my soul to this very day. No . . . NO! Tears flowed down my cheeks as I gazed at my Kaa-san's unmoving, bloody body. Taking what little courage I had left I ran straight past my father and to my motionless mother.

There was a lot of blood as the crimson liquid pooled around her body starting from her head. Glass shards were embedded deeply into her skull. I stared at her eyes, that warm lavender tint that was always in her eyes was gone, leaving a pure soulless white.

I crouched down to her, shaking her. I hoped and prayed she would wake up laughing and smiling like this was all a nightmare, a hellish nightmare. But it wasn't this was no dream, the red liquid on my hands were blood . . . real blood . . . my mother's blood. The room seemed to spin as all this hit me. This couldn't be happening!

I touched her hand. "So cold . . ." she felt like ice, she was supposed to be warm, she was always warm, why not now?

That familiar sensation of the warmth her hand always gave, had faded. Along with her and her promises of being a happy family once again.

And, I just then noticed how narrow-mindlessly bewildered I was from being frozen in fear at the change of her appearance. Her body had a vivid color to it, covered in crimson. I latched our fingers onto each others. As the crimson blood layered, her throat made a noise that sounded like an obscure song.

My breathing became heavier as I realized that Kaa-san went beyond the bank of the rapids, and without end I continued to scream, shaking her body, begging her to come back to us. My eyes hazed over as I felt my body drop into the puddle of my own mothers blood, the last thing I saw before I lost conciousness was Hiashi's dark, evil, twisted smirk.

Hiashi walked back to what was once a shared bedroom, on the way stepping on and shattering the glass picture frame of what was once known as a happy family.

Chapter End

Hope you guys liked the first chapter, and yes Hiashi is an ass. And if you haven't noticed this story will be mostly in Hinata's POV. This chapter was kind of rushed so it may suck. By the way I was thinking of changing the title to 'Wanna Die?' or should I keep it as is? Because 'Joking Speaker' is supposed to have a deeper meaning, like a girl who goes through a life of pain but I too afraid to stand up for herself and fight back, and goes through even more pain by not telling people about the problems in her life, like getting abused.

Questions? Suggestions? Review and tell me how I did!

Sorry for the short chapter, next one will be longer.