*Ninja streaks in* Hey guys. Kayla here. So I didn't really like how the stories were turning out and I feel like I've been rushing it to much. So I'm gonna change it up a bit to make it seem more sense. And if this story is likable enough I will rewrite Hunter's Story as well AFTER I finish this. Otay, Otay. As the norm, I do not own NS, because if I did, Blake and Tori would have been a thing from the get-go. Oh and disclaimer, there is self harm and lots of depressing stuff in here, so if you don't like it, please skip.

STORY REWRITE TEASER

(7 years before the main events)

Rain was pouring down on her as she ran with all her might. Her feet pounded against the wet leaves as she tried not to slip. Tears ran down her face as she looked ahead. Before she could stop, she tumbled down the steep hill. She thought about all that had happened this week. Her loving brother died for her, her parents fought night after night, and Owen's face as he saw the blade run across her wrist. Owen, her only friend through this hardship, was miles behind her. He was probably asleep and dreaming about his great life. Not running through the dark woods in the middle of the night. He told her not to run, to stay. He said it would eventually get better but it didn't. She skidded to a stop near an old sign. The rain and tears made it difficult for her to read the sign, but she did. Blue Bay Harbor, the very place she was running to. Her family owned a cabin that hadn't been used in years and so it made the perfect hiding spot for her. She only had the clothes on her back and a bag filled to the brim with food. She breathed heavily and she prepared herself for the challenge of all, living on her own. She pushed this thought down though, as it still scared her. The fact that she has no one anymore, not even Owen and his older brother. She pushed forward trying to forget, but she couldn't. The thought plagued her for the rest of the trip to the cabin. The door opened with a large groan for it not have been in use for a long time. There was water drips from the ceiling not being sealed in a longer time. But she didn't care. She went to a small room, one for a girl, and laid down. She rested her eyes for the next day.

The next morning, she headed into town. The first place she went was the playground. She laughed at herself for going there first. Even with all of this going on, she still was a young 10-year-old girl. Something coming in contact with her face snapped her out of it. There was a young boy, about her age, standing there looking sheepish.

"I'm sorry about that. I was digging in the dirt and flung some back that hit you. Sorry." The boy really was sorry, she could tell. This boy had dark brown,curly hair with chocolate brown eyes that were so innocent. She must have been staring too much because he thought she wanted him to introduce himself.

"Oh, I'm Waldo by the way."

"You don't like that name, do you?" She had gotten go and reading faces and could tell he hated it.

"Yeah, I don't really like it." He replied. She thought for a moment and then decided on a nickname.

"How 'bout Dustin since you like playing in the dirt."

"Hey" he cried "but yeah, I like that much more. What's your name?" Her name. She hated it now. Her mother blamed her for what happened between her mother and her father. Her mother always screamed the young girl's name at the top of her lungs.

"Tori, call me Tori." She replied. And Tori Hanson came into existence.

I feel this is a much better start, don't you think. There are so many ways this could go. I could expand on Tori adjusting to her new life or could get straight to where the story starts. So much potential. I also think the writing was way better than the OJ shit I was writing. Oh yeah, I'm back to swearing. Anyway, hope you enjoy this so I can continue. Kayla out. *Ninja streaks away*