Hinata: Neji'sTrueLover has decided to stay home today and left me in charge of Neji.
Neji: Like # she did. Let's just go before she comes back.
Hinata: Shut up Neji niisan –says in a singsong voice- None one the characters of Naruto belong to Neji'sTrueLover. If we did, I would already be together with Neji )
Chapter 7 Sometimes she wishes she was never born…
Hinata's P.O.V.
School is absolute torture. I came too early, so it won't start for another hour at least. I walk as fast as I can to my locker to retrieve my books, then I quickly limp towards my first class. Which, of course, is locked. Damn teachers locking the doors and not coming early.
I swear under my breath as a new problem occurs. I see the one boy that I don't want to see. Well, he's more like the second. The first would have to be Neji. He would defiantly be all over my case and end up seeing all of my injuries and start questioning me. Or, he would just demand to know what happened, being the overprotective cousin he is. Neji doesn't know what happens at home, so once he figures out the truth, he'll kill me for not telling him sooner, and I'll have to go to an orphanage. Shudders
Neji is going to have to take over his father's company soon, so he doesn't need to worry about me at a time like this.
No, it wasn't Neji that I see, it is Sasuke. I quickly turn around to leave, but he grabs my arm before I can get away. Unable to stop myself, I visibly flinch and I yank my arm out of his grasp.
Crap, I hope he didn't see that. I think. Unfortunately for me, Sasuke steps back a bit, then opens his mouth to start asking questions.
But, before any sound could escape his lips, I try to leave again. Key word, try. Sasuke grabs me by the shoulder and doesn't let go. Damn I think.
"Why are you trying to run away from me?" Sasuke asks.
A string of curses runs through my head, yet never reach my lips, as I try to think of a quick lie.
'Well…you see…a,' Well, that went well. I think sarcastically. I see Sasuke close his eyes and take a deep breath as I mentally scold myself.
"Why are you running away from me?" he asks again. "While you're at it, why did you flinch when I touched your arm?" I see a look of anger, curiosity, and, was that hurt running through his beautiful coal black eyes? Wait. Did I really just call his eyes beautiful?
Well, they are beautiful. Just like the rest of him. In fact…
Shut up I tell myself as I try to find an explanation of why there would be hurt in his eyes.
When I look at him again, I really think about telling the truth to him for a second, until I remember that I barely know the kid, and that the great Uchiha Sasuke would never care about an insignificant girl like me.
So, right when I am about to tell him off, the over-head speaker sounded,
"Attention all students," it starts, "All classes are canceled today because, well, no teachers showed up. So return home. That is all."
Many wild shouts are heard from all around the school as kids start leaving.
Thank Kami. I think as I run with the crowd to leave the school.
I turn around to see that Sasuke is already gone. I let out the breath that I didn't even know I was holding as I exit the school grounds. Something about that Uchiha boy makes me act differently then when I am near someone else. The image of his hurt expression returns to me as I feel the stinging sensation of tears well up behind my eyes. I quickly run home in hopes of the cold air against my eyes will dry them off.
I wonder why I cry when I see his sad eyes. I have never cried because of a stranger before. And to Sasuke Uchiha none the less.
As I walk up the steps to my home, I see a fearful sight parked on the driveway. Mother's car is parked and it looks like it was there for only a short time. That means that Mother is home, and she is probably not happy.
I froze to my spot as the front door opens, and Mother's figure appears in the doorway. Once she sees me, she quickly and painfully grabs my more wounded arm and forcefully drags me into the place I am supposed to call home.
"What the Hell are you doing here?' she screams in my face while she pushes me to the ground. "Why aren't you at school? You're supposed to be getting smart so that you can leave my house and get out of my life. I've always known that you would be a good for nothing child, but to ditch school? That is low, even for you." Mother spits into my face.
"School was let out early today," I say quietly on the ground, not bothering to even try to pick myself up.
"Liar," she said and I inwardly flinch at the malice filled tone she uses in that one word.
"I have to pay good money for you worthless piece of trash to go to that school, and this is how you spend your days? The only reason I even let you go to school is because no apartment will take you without a high school diploma. So I have to wait 2 more years with you living under the same roof as me," she states as she picks up a glass vase and throws it at me.
I feel the glass shards all around me as they rip my clothes and embed themselves in my skin. As I try to get up, Mother punches me to the ground to try and make me immobile, and then she grabs my newly wounded arm one again and tows me to my room.
"You shall stay here for the rest of the day. No lunch or supper. And if you try to escape," Mother gives me a smile full of enjoyment at my pain that sends shivers up my spine, "well, you know what will happen." Mother said as she pushes me inside of my room and locks the door.
I quickly push myself off the ground and stagger to my bathroom. My vision blurs from the loss of blood, so I have no choice but to move quickly to bandage my wounds, no matter how painful it is.
As I enter the bathroom, I reach for my medical supplies. While pulling out the wraps, I notice that I am low on bandages and disinfectant. I have only enough to last me for this time, but this time only.
Wasting no more time, I take off my shirt and proceed to remove the glass shards out of my skin. Taking them out didn't hurt as much as it used to. Maybe because I have had to do it so many times before, or it could be because it was from the fact that my body was going numb from the loss of blood. Whatever the reason, I am just thankful that it doesn't hurt much. The disinfectant on the other hand, is a completely different story. The medicine had indeed stung, so much so that I let out a little yelp, but it doesn't hurt nearly as much as all of the other times.
When the stinging recedes, I start wrapping my arms and the top half of my body with the clean cloths, but not without taking off my other wraps first. When the old bandages hit the floor, I study the bloodied pieces of cloth as they sit motionless on the ground. It was indeed a sight that I know that all other girls at school would have screamed and fainted already from. The wraps were a dirty red from the blood of last night and they looked old, as if I have had them on for weeks instead of, well, about 16 hours.
I continue to think about how silly all the girls would have acted until my thoughts drift back to Sasuke. Tears once again fill my eyes at the thought of his hurt filled coal colored orbs.
He truly is one of a kind. No one has ever made me feel so guilty before. I think to myself.
As I wipe the tears from my eyes, strength returns to my body. Once I am confident enough to move around for a while, I grab my secret money from my storage case and look out the window. I let out a silent breath as I see that Mother's car is gone, so I lift up the window and jump to the ground.
Just as I reach the ground, I sprint toward the town to get my medical supplies. I run as fast as I can without hurting myself or losing my breath. I have to run fast so that I can be able to return home before Mother comes back and sees that I'm gone. There will be Hell to pay if she comes home before I do. And with that in mind, I run a little faster.
When I reach the small town, I turn in the direction of the store. But not without taking a quick stop to the alley behind of it first.
I guess the run took more out of me then I thought. I say in my mind as I lay against the brick wall for support.
When I am ready to move again, I take a quick glance at my watch.
It's been 20 minutes since I left, so I guess that I have about another 20 before Mother should get home.
I push myself off of the brick wall and hurry toward the entrance of the store. When I enter, I quickly turn to my section, the medical section, until I see something that makes me freeze to my spot. Or should I say someone.
Man, this guy sure does appear at the worst of times, I think as I lock my gaze at the boy I really don't want to see.