Everyone's Angel

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I am SO SORRY that I couldn't update! My laptop's been at the shop for the past few weeks!

This is Hinata's letter to Hanabi!

PEOPLE!!!! Listen to the song 'Slipped Away' by Avril Lavigne when you read this!!! I promise, it will make you cry!!!

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Chapter 2-Hanabi's Letter.

Her funeral was only an hour ago.

I don't think I've ever cried that hard in my life. I'm not the kind of girl that would openly cry in front of other people. I don't even think my family has seen me cry.

No, wait . . . . Hinata saw me cry once when we were younger.

I was six years old and I was playing outside in the large backyard. I knew that Father and Hinata were watching me as I ran after a butterfly and I had tripped. I had hurt my knee and gotten a stain on my new white shorts. I looked over at Father and saw him look at me and shake his head before leaving.

I felt the tears start to sting my eyes as I looked down at my scrapped knee. I tried to touch it but a pale hand reached it before my own. I looked up and saw my older sister sitting on her knees next to me. She helped me inside the house then cleaned out the small cut and gave me a band-aid.

It was on that day that I started looking up to my big sister.

I held the white envelop in a tight grip. I was sitting on my blue bed cover with the letter Hinata had left for me.

Call me crazy but I had to wonder; Do I really want to read this? Will her last words to me be something like 'I never thought of you as a sister' Or even worst 'Why am I even writing this to YOU of all people!'

I know I was never much of a sister to Hinata.

I was our fathers little angel and I know that I always got more attention and love then Hinata ever did. I never spent enough time with her. When Hinata would ask me to take a walk with her or go have lunch with her or even just talk with her, I would always say the same thing: 'I can't right now One-chan. I'm too busy. Next time, I promise!' I would give anything to turn back time and just say 'Yes, I would love to spend time with you One-Chan!'

But I can't. The only thing I can do now is read the last words she wrote to me. Even if the words are full of hate or dislike.

Slowly, with shaking fingers, I opened the envelop and pulled out the letter.

Dear Hanabi,

I know that you might not care enough to read this letter. I know that I am scared to death about the thought of you reading this, but I want for you to know what my thoughts and feelings are for you, my beloved sister.

I remember when I was told I was going to have a sister when I was five. I behaved well and acted calm in front of Father and Mother and told them that I was very happy to have a sister soon. I have a feeling that mother saw through my manners though, because she gave me a large smile as I left. The second I was out of the room I went crazy, I couldn't stop my cries of joy; finally I wouldn't be alone any more.

When you were born it was on a rainy night. I remember a doctor coming out and asked to talk with father alone about two hours after Mom had given birth. One of the nurses led me to the room that you were in. You were so tiny and cute. You were wrapped in a light pink blanket and I could see that you were sleeping. You had a head full of black hair and pale skin like fathers and my own.

When Father came back his eyes were red and I could see that he still had tears in the corners of his eyes. I asked him were mommy was and he didn't look at me. A family member later told me that mother wasn't coming back and had left this world.

Later when I was older, Neji told me that Mom had died because of child birth problems while she was in labor with you. Neji told me that you where the reason Mom was gone and asked me if I hated you for that. I only told him that you were too cute to hate.

I remember when you were about three; you would have bad dreams late at night. Our rooms weren't close to each other but I always heard you tossing and turning in your sleep. I would always sneak out of my bed and go to comfort you. When you turned five the bad dreams ended and I missed having an excuse to sneak into your room to see you sleeping peacefully.

As you grew older you became Father's favorite. You also became a trouble maker at school when you were ten. Father was always getting phone calls from your principal saying that you got in another fight or that you made a girl in your class cry . . . again. I always managed to talk Father out of punishing you, saying that you hate it when people thought lowly of you and that he should be happy that you were so strong and fearless. You still are.

After you grew older you never had time for me. You would always be with Father or your friends and I would be lucky to get to even see you that day or get a greeting and a few words from you that week. I missed you so dearly. I know that you do not have the sisterly love for me like I do for you, but I would like to think that you even slightly missed spending time with me.

I must tell you Hanabi, even at the young age of thirteen, you do take after your name: Fireworks. So bright and open and breath taking. You have a fire in you that will never die or grow weak. You have an explosive temper, I should know, you have let me have a taste of it more then once.

I am shy- You are confident

I am quiet- You are loud

I am nervous- You are fearless

I am weak- You are strong

I am timid- You are daring

I am in the shadows- You are in the spotlight

I am invisible- You are loved by everyone

Everything I am- You are the opposite,

The better one is you.

But no matter what Hanabi, I will always love you and you will always be my little sister. I would like to think that you will miss me when I'm gone, if not, even a little.

Grow up to be someone smart and courageous and confident and strong. Be someone I could never be.

I love you Hanabi, forever and always,

With all the love in my heart,

Your older sister, Hinata.

My hand shook as I finished reading the letter. It dropped to the floor and I curled up on my bed.

I sobbed loudly into my pillow. I didn't care if anyone heard me crying. MY OLDER SISTER IS DEAD DAME IT!! I ACTUALLY HAVE A HEART!!! OF COURSE I'M CRYING!!! I LOVE HER!

How could she think this!? How could she think I didn't love her!? How!? Why would she think I even want to grow up to be like anyone else other then her?!?

How could she think that she wasn't strong or smart or the bravest and kindest person I have ever met!?!

She has always protected me from father and was always there when I needed comfort or love.

She stood up to father more times then I can count! How could she think of herself as weak or fearful!?!

Dose she know how many boys Neji has had to threaten because they looked at her in the wrong way or tried to ask her out!?!

Did she even have a clue that everyone in this family and town thinks that she is the sweetest and kindest girl they had ever meet!?!

How could you think you are unloved Hinata!?!?!

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How could you think I didn't love you?

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What made you think I wouldn't miss you?

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What makes you think I want to be like anyone else other then you?

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I would give anything to have you answer my questions. I would do anything to have one of your hugs again, to hear your soft voice, to listen as you played the piano, to see you one more time. Anything.

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Hinata, my beloved older sister . . . why did you leave me here alone?

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