Neji'sTrueLover: Hello again! Chapter 2! I'm so excited. And I actually got 2 reviews! –Hugs HeartBrokenHinata and June-Avatar11- Thanks so much!
Neji: Mfh, mfht, gfth!
Neji'sTrueLover: Neji says that I do not own any characters from Naruto or the song Concrete Angel. If I did, Neji would have a much bigger part in the storyline and Naruto would not be such a dork.
Neji: -gets tape off mouth- Help!
Neji'sTrueLover: Oh no you don't –re adjusts tape- You're not escaping again.
Chapter 1 Nobody knows what she's holding back…
Hinata's P.O.V.
"Ahhh!" I awake from the horrible nightmare of the first time my mother had hurt me. I wipe away the tears and beads of sweat that run down my face. "The same nightmare, you'd think that I would have gotten used to it by now," I say to myself. I try to go back to sleep, yet the horrifying images are all I can see when my eyes close. With a groan, I roll onto my side and stare at the clock. A bright light that says 5:19 a.m. hits my eyes with such a blast that I can't help but close them again.
5:19, since I'm already up, I might as well get out of bed. Mother will be asleep until 9:00 because of the party last night. Might as well have some fun while I still can.
I push myself out of bed and drag my feet to the bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror and take my make up out of the cabinet, while I subconsciously trace the scars running down my arm with my nail. With a sigh, I open the bottle and rub the cream over my face. I greet the familiar stinging of my morning routine with a satisfied smile. Even though this procedure is always painful, I feel content running through my veins at the knowledge that I am causing the pain for a change.
When the burning stops, I start wrapping my arms around with bandages. With a sad smile, I look at my reflection in the mirror. With happiness at my transformation, I head back to my room to pick a set of clothes for the day. Finally, I find my usual clothes of black pants and a lavender long sleeve shirt. Even though people try to hid it, I can still see them looking at my unusual clothing choice. I can't really blame them for looking; I must look extremely weird wearing winter clothes in the summer season.
Turning off the light to my room, I sneak out my window. I land on the ground gracefully and set my watch. I have about 4 hours to myself and I'm not going to waste them. I head out in the direction of the forest in my backyard, and start running. Time to explore.
