Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, because if I did, things would be different and Sakura would be tortured in every episode.
A/N: Hinata's mom is dead, but she used to do horrible things to Hinata that are described in later chapters.
It was a windy night, but I didn't care. To others, the wind would have stung, but I can feel nothing. I had no plan to escape the village, just hide out for a day, until I died. They wanted to keep me alive, thinking that that would be the kind and right thing to do. Thinking they were helping me, when they were only prolonging my torture. Maybe things would be going smoother if I had chosen a different means, but this was the quickest, quietest means. Starving yourself is slow, and takes at least 3 days. Hanging yourself is noticeable. This was the easiest way. I wondered when they would send out tracking Nin… or if they would send them at all. I didn't care anymore. I never cared. Neji might have thought I cared about him. Naruto might have thought I cared about him. Ino…Tenten…Temari…they might have thought that I was their friend, but none of them understood me. My mother…everyone thought I loved her, but I had no feeling for her. My mother hated me…she stole chakra from me so she could be stronger. She convinced my father that I was weak so that she would be higher in his eyes. She beat me, but I could never feel it. Maybe something went wrong when she stole chakra from me the first time. Maybe she took my emotions too. Maybe I was just born this way. Whatever the reason, the torture was just the same. I got my chakra back the day she died, but I've never used it. I kept up the pretence of being weak, so I could go unnoticed. I could have incredible power, but that would ensure me a long life. Life is overrated. I wish I could hate it, but I can't hate anything. Nor can I love anything. I can't feel anything, and I had to go through watching others get hurt. I don't know if it's worse to feel pain or not to. But it is pure Hell to not feel happiness, not once. To not be able to genuinely smile. To have to see others happy, when you are denied any feeling. If I could feel hate, I would be closer to being human than I am now. I feel so inhuman. I'm not sure if I am. I sat in that tree for sometime before someone landed next to me. They had obviously been sent to capture me, but not been told who I was. Kiba looked shocked to find out that the suicidal maniac he had to capture was me. Akamaru whined, looking confused.
"Hinata?! You should get to the hospital, your cuts are really bad. What are you doing out here in the middle of the night? Oh, and have you seen a person running away from the hospital. Someone in a really serious condition escaped and… what's that Akamaru? You say Hinata is the escaped person? That's impossible! Right Hinata?" I nearly fell out of the tree. He was so stupid. I got up, and jumped away. A minute passed, and then he started following me. I really didn't care if I was caught. I just wanted to die. Maybe I had lost so much blood already, that I'd die anyway. If I had feelings, that thought might have comforted me. But, then again, if I had feelings, I wouldn't be trying to kill myself. I felt something stick in my back, but no distracting wave of pain cam over me. Kiba was probably amazed that I hadn't even winced. All he was doing was helping me. I couldn't reach my back, so I hadn't been able to cut it.
"Hinata! What's up with you?" Kiba yelled to me. He then sped up, and caught up with me. He hit me on the head, and I blacked out, again.
