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7 Years Old:
Something had happened to Hinata.
Maybe it was the cruel treatment of her father. Maybe it was all of the clan elders talking behind her back. Maybe it was her sister was now acting like she hated her. Maybe it was the branch members showing everything but respect to her when she was alone. Maybe it was the death of her mother.
It was like she was in a never ending hell of the same thing happening over and over again.
And as the time kept going on without waiting to stop and see how badly she needed to catch up, she began feeling less hurt by her father's mean words and beatings. She started not caring about the branch members and her sister's behavior. One thing that still stayed was her mother. Then of course that was taken away from her when her father smashed everything of Hinata's that was her mothers. The precious locket she always wore of her mother smiling happily. The small black box by her bed she got for her birthday from her mother, who hand made it. The small purple coat she always wore that her mother knitted, was now ash from being burned. Not that it really mattered to her anyways. The only thing she really cared about was her mother, who was now dead. The only thing she got from her that did matter to her was the memory of her mother, but even she could not have that because all she could think about was the large box in a six foot hole. She could not even see her mother. Just the large box encasing the now soon to be rotting body.
It had been 3 months since the true darkness of this horrid world fell upon her. She almost never came to training anymore. She would instead go over to the graveyard and stare at the tombstone.
Her father said she had died of an incurable illness called cancer, well at least the kind her mother had was incurable.
She hardly believed him though. Her father had always gotten hate from the elders for marrying someone not of a noble family, so it would not be surprising if he just made all the doctors stop caring for her mother and let his wife sit in a hospital bed slowly dying.
Hinata was never one to do things a lot due to pure instinct; rather she would do what she was told. That is until she was looking out her window, her little head sticking out. She knew it was late, by just looking at the moon.
Most nights she got an hour of sleep at most. And tonight she could not help but jump out onto the small wooden porch below and walk out of the compound, knowing she was not even going to get any sleep at all tonight.
She had never really ventured outside of the compound, in fact the few times she had been out was always with a branch member guarding her, but she let her mind wonder, and her feet took her to the edge of the village before she knew it. She could not even see the compound anymore. It was almost as if the dark path ahead of her welcomed her. It was like it was pulling her in, but she stepped away from it. There was nothing she could do useful out there. At least not yet.
Hinata really did not know what she meant by that in the slightest. It was almost as if another person had taken over. She did not know how to feel about it, but she knew she probably should not tell anyone.
People would probably think she was insane. That was the last thing she wanted after all of this.
Okay guys this is my first story. Please tell me how I did, I know this was not very long, but I wanted to do a chapter on the next one in however many years. I did not want to do that in this chapter, so I left it this short not wanting to try and pile up too many things at one time. You catch my drift? Please review if you have any ideas, and I will comment to all of them, and try to incorporate them into this story. Thank you so much for reading, and goodbye.
-Nooblets