Hello my name is Hinata Huuyga and I am now officially 16!
Another year to add to my hellish life of highschool.
I'm so sad that I'm getting bullied.
I get upset when they pick on me and no one is there to help me.
Why?
My heart is always clenching and unclenching whenever this happens to me.
But, even so, nobody helps me so who am I to complain?
The only good thing is my Dad and my little sister Hanabi.
But not my older cousin Neji.
No, never him.
He was the sole reason why this was happening to me in the first place!
I mean, he never liked me, always hated me, never protected me and would always, always hit me whenever he sees the opportunity!
But it isn't like I don't want to hit him back, it's just that I don't want to go that level.
Dad says never to resort to violence, no matter what the situation is, it doesn't make you feel any better and it doesn't make you look any better as well.
But only Neji seems to have a hard time following that advice as he always wacks the upside of my head, making my world spin and noises flare higher than normal.
Father once said when we were young that Neji would protect me and Hanabi.
So far he's only protected Hanabi and not me.
But Hanabi would look out for me and screech at Neji for being such a jerk as I'd cry in my room every time he'd go overboard in hitting me.
Father doesn't know and I'm determined in keeping it that way.
If there was one thing I kept to myself, it was my pride.
I wouldn't allow myself to fall under grace, as Neji so easily does, and tell on Neji.
No, I would never allow anyone to do that to me.
I'd rather go through this every day and take in the hits and taunts they give me rather than crash down and cry to Father.
Neji, was obviously on my side on this one, but, no matter how many times I stand back up he'd always go overdrive and pissed off at me.
Like he wanted me to tell on him, just so I could fall off my high chair.
But that was one thing I held over him, my pride.
He clearly never had his and he was jealous because I gained and kept mine for so long.
Throughout everything he's done to me, him and his groupies, I've never once lashed out to him.
Never fought with him nor hurt anyone else, physically.
I only squared my shoulders and stood still and let them come at me.
And all around me, I could see...that everyone was falling from grace, from pride to the pit of a hellish horde of Demonichood.
Guys would beat me up, girls would beat me up and no one would bother to help me or stop them.
Tears long gone. Not crying in front of them.
Stopped doing that when Neji and his band of guy friends first started to doing this to me.
Everytime I'd come home Father would remark, concern evident in his voice, on my bruises and Hanabi would snarl menacingly when she sees Neji coming out of the Kitchen.
"Just finished off practicing my fighting style Dad, whew! You wouldn't believe the results I got from todays routine!" and I'd smile brightly at Dad, not laced with any fakeness, but, because I knew that I won another battle with Neji and that seeing me smile would be the only way to get on Neji's stoic nerves.
He'd growl at the wall and push past me into the wall and go in his BMW. Hanabi would always try and tell Father what actually happened but I'd distract him by commenting on how today went and ask him how his day would go.
I don't know how, but ever since Hanabi was really small, she already knew about the way Neji and I interacted with each other.
Instantly she hated her cousin but she couldn't do anything about the whole mess.
She knew my reasons but she didn't want to know Neji's yet that still didn't stop her from trying to tell our Father and put a stop to this whole dilema.
But I couldn't let that happen.
Because if that did happen I would automatically and tragically lose.
And everything I endured woulds have amounted to nothing...nothing at all.
I had my pride and I hated losing.
That was the most different thing about me compared to everyone else.
Everytime I'd get kicked in the head or smashed to bits I'd get up dust myself off and smile kindly to them all before leaving them there.
It was stupid, strange, weird and even abnormal but everytime I did these three small things they'd grow angry, confused and most of all humiliated.
The look of Neji always screaming in rage after a smug beating would always broaden my smile as I walk away.
I think I lived for that, to see Neji go angry.
It was...fun.
In a sadistic twisted way, it was fun.
Well, to me anyway.
Maybe it's no wonder Neji is now trying to get his hooligans to ambush me once more.
I just wait at the foot of hte stairs for them to come and receive their daily treatment.
The pain they inflict on me was getting more and more weak.
No, it wasn't because they've gone soft on me, in fact for all they're distorted faces of concentration I think they were going full out, but, it seemed like for these past two years the pain and bruises have not been that great on me.
If anything else I think my body was becoming immune to their ounches, kicks and jabs.
Smacks across my cheek wouldn't be so red anymore and I distinctly remember one girl breaking her manicured hand when she tried slapping me acroos the face.
Hm.
Why this happens everyday I don't know, but, I guess it helps me from bleeding easily too often.
I know I'm not some freaked-up mutant superhero who can walk free from getting loaded by a
I'd bleed, cry and die just like the rest of them.
So, no, I'm not a brick wall but I am close enough to be one.
The sun setting makes the sky a deep and comforting red.
I always loved the texture red and it's many darker and enriching hues, it's lighter tones only sicken me to the pit of my stomach, reminding me of this school's Queen Bee; Sakura Haruno and her hubba-bubba gum pink hair and trademark pink outfits she wears.
Emerald green is another I hate as it is the colour of her large sickening eyes.
The way her voice seemed to inflict so much need in me, need to rip her to shreds, the way her taunting eyes would travel and follow me whever I would go, oh how I hated those dirt filled eyes so much.
Her eyes clouded over with the unspeakable and undisguised but always misinterpreted from those who happen to glance her way, but, I was never such a fool for those who look her way.
Looking at her ugly eyes I knew exactly what those eyes held and my stomach churns everytime I think it.
Sometimes she'd be bold enough to disguise her 'accidental pushes' as she'd press her already flush body against my cold and stiff one.
Her innocent apology would hold no meaning to it's meaning other than she was anything but sorry as she'd linger second too long pressed up against me.
She'd laugh it off lightly and begin to saunter away, grabbing the eyes of all the guys who are head-over-heels already for her. And everytime she'd be walking off I would immediately be on my way, knowing fully well that she'd glance back and be disappointed.
Everytime she'd be sad or disappointed I'd relish every moment given and taken.
But this time, as I focus back on the group that was led by Neji walking maliciously towards me, we all saw the one thing we least expected.
Well, they did since I already was thinking about her it did little to surprise but more to anger me.
If there was anything Neji and I hated most, it was the presence of Sakura Haruno.
Her shimmering and sparkling eyes latched onto my form hungry with lust as she bounded her way over to me. Looking back at the Gate Entry I see more of Neji's minions so I stay rooted to the ground and do something I've never done before in my life.
I swore on my life for living and breathing and happen to meet the existence of a green-eyed beast with sick pink hair.
She's waving her hands at me in a hello gesture as she runs lightly towards me, making sure to swing her hips this way and that to give eye-candy to the guys and bitter-sweet tears to the girls in Neji's gang.
I wave back cautiously but at the same time see Neji not retreating but stepping forward to meet me, leaving his group on standby.
His eyes lock on Sakura as he marches my way, Sakura does the exact same and does the unthinkable; smirks deviously.
I glance away from the two most hated people of my life and pull my favourite black and dark purple checked scarf up to cover my mouth.
My long trench coat bellows out as the wind rips through my ripped black denim jeans, my combat black shoes ready to make a break for it.
They both at me at the same time, Neji gripping my left arm just as Sakura latches onto my right. He would have yanked me to himself successfully if it wasn't for Sakura's unnatural born strength holding me back to her, her body already working her way onto my body.
"Hello Hinata! You finally up for our study session we planned together tonight at my place?" an absolutely flawless lie was uttered upon Sakura's cherry stained lips. Her eyes boring into my own pale and blank stare.
"Hinata we had better head back home Hiashi-sama is waiting for us." another absolutely flawless lie I hear from non-other than my older cousin Neji.
My gaze is neither locked on either of them, my head hanging down letting my bangs cover my eyes.
Neji hates Sakura because he knew that she was the only force on Earth who was able to stop his ways of having 'fun' with me, and I hated Sakura because she kept bugging the hell out of me and her damn infatuation with me was not helping at all.
"Hinata-chan come on! We're going to be late before everyone comes into my house!" a pout makes it's way onto her cherry lips as she childly glares at me and stomps her foot like she's having a temper-tantrum.
Her grip on my stiff arm only tightens harder as she snuggly worms her body up against mine, her breathing tickling my ear.
I blanch physically.
I'd take Neji on ANYDAY OF THE WEEK THAN SPEND THE NIGHT WITH SAKURA—ALONE!
Lifting my head up I shake both their death grips off me and stand back a little. Glaring at the pinkette I take one step closer to my older cousin.
"Sorry Wrench I'd rather be plummeted to death than have your disgusting body roam all over me." I shiver in disgust and turn to look at Neji.
To see his eyes widen uncharateristically at the tone and menaing I spoke with.
Looking back at Sakura I see her unaffected by words as she stomps lightly with her pink shoes.
She crosses her arms and pouts childly as she stares stubbornly at me.
"Why not?" she whines.
The pitch of her voice and the very presence of her is all to much.
"It's because I don't swing that way BITCH and you make me sick so fuck off!" I snarl menacingly at her, finding myself right in her face.
Neji couldn't lay a hand on Sakura because she was part of the 'IN' group as he was, and rule was no 'IN' person goes after another, either that, or they leave they hell each other alone.
So baring my teeth and unleashing all my hartred towards anyone would have made anyone shiver and cry off.
Only thing it did to Sakura was make her shiver in lust and whimper in longing.
I pushed hard at her and walked back to Neji.
Stopping to his frozen side I glance ahead and whisper harshly.
"We going or not older brother?"
The look of contempt and the rage-filled tone made him flinch and earned us a small moan of ectasy from Sakura.
"Bitch." I mutter lowly.
"I'm always yours, Hina-chan, and I'm going to fuck myself senseless with you in mind." she calls lightly to us.
She doesn't worry about being heard because everyone is too far away to even hear our words only see our actions but not knowing enough to do anything about it.
I snarl harshly and bare my teeth at the disgusting words that slut used on me.
"Don't fucken come near me."
I glare at her sideways but she has her index finger on her lips and her expression on her face is one of those harlot beings that think they'll always get what they want.
"Fuck me." she blows a kiss my way before winking.
I push Neji, hard, to get his shock-filled eyes off the pink harlot bitch.
"Neji, Ten-Ten's going to be misunderstanding since NO one knows this Pinkette is a Pussy Licker." my growl doesn't let up and glancing back at Sakura only intensifies it.
"I'll always be your Pussy-Licker and no one elses Hina-chan."
"Fuck off."
"I do it everytime with you in mind Hina." she squeals in delight.
"Neji let's go." And with that I drag Neji away from Sakura's waving hand and towards his group.
His mouth is still open as he is still trying to process what just happened.
His questions me immediately even though he's still as a rock as I continue to drag him across the court-yard.
"How...long...?" his voice hoarse as if he's finally gained it back after years of not using it.
He means how long have I known.
"Too fucken long to remember." Is all I say before flying Neji unto his entourage, immediately causing disorder and chaos.
I sprint full on and position my body foward making less resistance to my air-borne body and the air, speeding faster almost making myself a blur of black I take one force-filled step on the ground, the shock of it making people jumo by it's vibrating movement like a earthquake, and pull my arms up over my head as I jump up in the air.
I land on the unbelieveably high wall of the school and jump quickly down from it.
Leaving behind my troubles at school only to land in the middle of a new one.
Guys around my age surround me with knives in their hands, all gaping at me. Two guys who were in the middle of facing them off with nothing in their hands but their bloody fists stood rock still as they stared long and hard at me.
"He's another of their friends! Get him!" a huge fatso yells at me. His fucken hair light pink and orange makes my stomach twist sickenly.
Five guys come at me with knives in their hands and are yelling like fucken wimpy-ass Vikings.
I say the one word I've been using too much lately.
"Fuck."
