I cant cry, she wrote. I cant cry because there are no tears to shed. There is nothing for me to say and nothing I can do. I am an outcast.
Striped of my title and abandoned by my clan. Cast out as worthless, nothing. Thought useless, and the strange thing is that no matter how hard I try or what extremes I degrade myself to I cant cry.
I even unblinkingly looking strait up during heavy rain, I could have blinded myself, but that does not matter the simple fact remains that I cant cry.
I say those words a lot now. Cant and cry, they haunt me.well, I might as well stop giving you this sob story and tell you how it all started………….
"Hinata, Hinata."
She snaps back into reality as her attacker sends her crashing into a wall. She make a feeble move to raise her body only to suffer a bone crushing kick in the ribs. She stares into her opponents eyes as he prepares his finishing move.
They are cold, lifeless, strung with pain as if it were woven in with needle and thread, and if you looked closely you could see hints of anger. Like mine. The eyes are the gateway to the soul and at that moment their souls were not in their bodies but floating somewhere up in space looking for a more peaceful dwelling. Hopefully a dwelling without memories, for there is where all of their pain lies.
"Enough," that voice, how could a sound be so familiar and yet so distant, so far away, so angry, "good work Neji , my son, Hinata please go and make yourself presentable since I see there is no reason for this match to continue, you are not half bad looking you know, maybe in that area I will find some use for you." Those words, she thought, this must be how a summer bird feels in winter.
I was true, Lord Hiashi had adopted neji as his son and if he had anything to say about it will be Neji who will take over the clan. Neji and Lord Hiashi walked away and as they walked Lord Hiashi put his hand on Neji's shoulder
Hinata slowly picked herself up and walked to her room. She kept her eyes down as she walked, there was no reason to cause herself more pain by looking at the stares of her fellow clan members. Stares of disappointment, hates, and a few of empathy. But she did not want that, she did not want anyone to feel sorry for her, the only thing she truly wished for was their respect and her fathers love.
As she entered her room she did not stop to take off her shoes or coat but walked mindlessly to the bathroom here she preceded to bandage herself. Old and new. With her barackugan ( I know I did not spell that right I never do, someone please tell me) she saw and then healed her internal injuries. Internal injuries, anyone else would have been worried, but Hinata had long since gotten used to pain.
She could have collapsed on her bed, if it were not for the misery it would cause. So she slowly lowered herself onto her bed, and let herself fall into the cruel mercy of sweet sleep.