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A/N: Okay, I was feeling rather angsty when writing this. One thing that might clear things up a bit though, this wasn't actually written about Hinata. I changed it a-bit to make it fit with the site. Sooooo...yeah.
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Darkness came, just like every other night, slowly. The moon rose into the sky, just like every other night, freely. Pale pink eyes shone, just like every other night, brightly. This night, however, was not like every other night. This night, she would drift out of memory as a ghost would. But that's exactly what she was, the ghost of girl that once was. A sheer, fading, memory of a girl.
"Hello?" A small voice, so feminine and quite, reverberated throughout the room. "Hello, is anyone there?" A pale body, like white silk dipped into milky cream, reflected the moonlight. Smooth violet hair shifted onto her shoulders as she rose with the moon. "Hiashi-sama? Are you there? Master? Anyone" As she spoke, her voice drifted into a whisper.
Alone again, always alone. So small and skinny, the girl took a sickly appearance in the moonlit room. Shining and cold, a tear slid down her smooth skin. She shivered, her body naked and icy-cold. More tears fell, like a river of pain and grief and sadness. The pure pale color of the four walls that enclosed her always blended in with her skin.
Sobs racked her body as she fell onto the cold linoleum floor. She screamed, but the sound of her pain melted away with no one to hear them. Her fears held tight to her like an mother afraid to let go of her child. Pain and sorrow wrapped around her like a blanket. She writhed on the frozen metal floor as her heart pounded so hard that it threatened to blast through the delicate barrier of her skin. The cold only grasped tighter to her soul.
She could take it no longer, being alone. She dashed to the small steel desk that stood as a momento of her broken past. Screams erupted from her throat her lungs expanded enough to almost burst. She violently slammed her skull into the corner of the desk. Blood blasted from the large fracture like lava flowing from a volcano.
And darkness came, just like every other night, slowly. And the moon rose into the sky, just like every other night, freely. And blood flowed from her spirit, just like every other tortured souls', quietly and calmly. And now her bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds, of what was everything. Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
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A/N: So what if it's short, it's angsty and it gets the job done, am I right? Please review!!!